I haven't really thought about this story since the last scene- my school decided that we needed to switch the order of our classes to "positively impact our learning experience". If anyone else finds that incredibly hilarious please say I. Now say I again if you said I the first time...I just realized I can't hear you...
Anyway, this chapter I think you will enjoy. Not an action scene, but some Camp Half Blood and Dumbledore (FINALLY) is starting to get suspicious.
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! You all made my day!
Camp Half Blood POV:
Connor Stoll was frowning off into the distance, at an unknown object or person. No one approached him, he was in one of those moods. He brushed curly brown hair from his face and he grimaced.
"Travis, this is not going to work."
His brother appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, with an impish grin that lightened his features. "Of Course it's going to work! Why wouldn't it? The plan's simple, I'll go in and you'll stand guard!"
Connor shook his head. "They've upped the security since the last time. There's no way you can pull it off!"
Before Travis could make a comment, something happened. The light around the two because the glow. Then it splintered off into a rainbow web of colors that made them stop and stare. Suddenly, Percy's face appeared, slightly fuzzy with bad reception, but Iris messages were always like that.
"Percy?" Connor jumped up and looked his friend in the eye. "What happened? Is everything okay- where are you guys?"
Percy looked tired but rustled up a small smile. "I'm fine, but everyone else isn't. We sent Chiron a letter, didn't he get it?"
Seeing the blank faces of the two boys, Percy sighed and ran his fingers through jet black hair.
"We're at a place called Hogwarts, it's a wizard school in England."
Travis held up his hands. "Hold on- weren't you supposed to be in Florida?"
"It's a long story and I don't want to say it more than once. Could you please get Chiron and Mr. D? This is something they're going to want to hear."
Connor and Travis shrugged, then bolted off to the Main House. The two in question were sitting outside and enjoying the crisp air of late October/ early November. Months didn't matter when you were a demigod. The wine god looked up for a second when the brothers came panting over, but then resumed his eyes to the sky with dull interest.
Chiron, however, saw the serious note in the otherwise devilish faces of the boys and nodded for them to continue. Connor took a breath.
"It's Percy. He set an Iris message over and wants to talk to you. He's at this school in England with wizards, says that not everything's okay, and that it's a long story to tell and that he sent you a letter and that-"
He took another deep breath before Chiron silenced him and stood. "Come along now, better see what young Percy has to say. Would you care to join us?" He said, gesturing towards Mr. D. The god stood and stretched.
"Why not? It's not like there's anything else to do with everyone gone."
And off they went, walking briskly with purpose, and therefore drawing out the more curious of campers- obviously dying to spread gossip to their friends.
Percy's face was waiting and his eyes brightened when he saw the group return, along with a few stragglers as well. They could see him visibly take a deep breath and turn his eyes to Chiron.
"We're at a magic school, in England. Rachel remembered she had to go there, they have classes on divination. We all ended up coming, but something happened." He was about to continue when they heard Annabeth's voice swirl towards their ears.
"Percy? Who are you talking to-" The girl came into view and gasped, but no one heard. Everyone on the other side was too busy staring at Annabeth. Her eye was a pulsing black with hints of green and purple surrounding a swollen lid. A deep cut ran across her arm and she was walking funny on her left leg.
"What- What happened!" Clarisse yelled out, surprising everyone. They didn't think she cared what happened to Annabeth. However, they chose to ignore it and instead waited for an explanation.
"There was a fight, with some bad wizards called Death Eaters and some monsters. Medusa, the Chimera- you know, all them. I got hit pretty bad, Grover and Rachel are worse though. But everyone's alive, that's good. And no one knows who we really are." Annabeth said reassuringly, wincing however as she adjusted her weight.
"Can we talk to them?" Chiron asked politely, but with a steely note that carried through the Iris message.
Annabeth hesitated. "I'm not sure, we're the only ones here-" Her gray eyes widened with terror. "Oh Gods! Someone's listening! Shut it off!"
The message fizzed with golden bubbles and faded into non existence. The few remaining campers and staff were silent as it went dead, hoping for the best but fearing the worst. No good would come if another world knew of the halfblood's existence. And a battle? Injuries? Monsters? Death Eaters? What in the world were Death Eaters?
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Dumbledore 3rd Person:
Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore knew something was suspicious. He had been alive for too long to be fooled, especially by six children. But he had in the long run, which was a good reason to be worried. Thalia Grace, Nico Di Angelo, Grover Underwood, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Annabeth Chase and- Percy Jackson. He was the one that confused Dumbledore the most, something that none of the other teachers seemed to agree on. He wasn't out of the ordinary in his classes, nor did he proclaim to be a seer. But Dumbledore knew something that the others didn't.
His wand contained mermaid hair- something that hadn't been used in thousands of years because of how unstable it was. Ollivander had put the wand in accidentally, or so he thought when he wrote the letter. But the wand accepted him as a user, and nothing drastic had changed.
"This whole thing is beginning to confuse me, yet I see clearer than ever before. Why is that?" He mused with a poetic tone clipping his voice. Then he heard something, a voice from a nearby corridor. With a jolt he recognized it as Annabeth Chase's, along with a few he didn't know. With surprising agility for his age, the man crept in the shadows and put one ear tentatively on the wooden door.
"But everyone's alive, that's good. And no one knows who we really are."
It was Annabeth, she voice sounding as though she were speaking to a crowd. But then another voice came, one that that didn't sound extremely frightening- but that meant nothing.
"Can we talk to them?"
Dumbledore frowned. Talk to who? And why was he crouching like this? He almost chuckled at the absurdity, sneaking around in his own castle. Straightening up, he prepared to step forward when Annabeth spoke again.
" Oh Gods! Someone's listening! Shut it off!"
Shut what off?
Dumbledore waited for a moment for Annabeth to come out. However, nothing appeared and Dumbledore gently opened the door. It wasn't a room that was out of the ordinary. There were dusty desks and quills left by students whom had long ago graduated. But then he saw a scrap of paper with the words Necromancy Essay By Daisy Dodderidge, 1st year.
Dumbledore frowned. He didn't remember that name, yet it seemed to ring a bell- Oh goodness. She was the lady to form to Leaky Cauldron and was born in 1467. That was over 500 years ago, they practiced the raising of the dead back then? He didn't remember which headmaster would have been alive in that time period. He'd have to ask the portraits. And in his haste to leave, he didn't notice the two teens lying flat against a shadowed desk, one invisible and the other grinning madly with success.
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Dumbledore, 3 hours later:
The old man was (to say the least) exhausted. The portraits had decided they would not be cooperative today and skirted around the direct questions he asked them. Finally, a Professor Eoessa Sakndenberg was found to be the headmistress of that time period, although she flat out refused to talk.
"I am sorry sir, but thou est not allowed to hearest thy secrets of Necromancy."
Not only could Dumbledore barely understand what that meant, but he knew it was no good to press a stubborn portrait. He sighed, giving up was not something he did on an ordinary basis. Then a thought struck him, which was something that happened on an ordinary basis.
'The library.' He thought to himself, rushing out as he did so. 'Perhaps they are hidden from students, but I'm sure I can find something on that subject.'
His pale blue robes fluttered as he walked briskly through the halls. The rose sun was hidden in a cocoon of scarlet clouds, casting a golden shadow that signified the end of the day. Students were milling around, most of them done with homework, and catching the few rays of light that were few in the deep autumn days.
"Headmaster!" Madame Pince was slightly shocked. Dumbledore had his own private library, filled with books on subjects that students would never need to know about. Why would he come into her library? 'It must be an important reason.' She thought, and then she puffed up with pride. Her library must be doing well if he were looking for a book here.
"Good Evening Madame," He said politely, dipping his head as he proceeded to walk towards the Different Forms of Magic section. Past Divination, Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration (where he saw several books written by himself) and finally to a bleak corner of the vast library that had few books and fewer people. A blank piece of wall with growing mold was in front of him, no windows present and only two shelves with a battered sign that was half falling off.
He scanned the thick books, their leather faded with time, looking for something on the history of magic at Hogwarts or Necromancy. He saw books on Apparition (the only glossy things there), Animagus training, Invisibility, and finally one book with a pure black cover that had silver writing on the front.
Necromancy and Shadow Magic- The Darkest of the Dark. By Professor Elizabeth T. Umbra.
Dumbledore's heart rose in his chest, his eyebrows following. This was it. He reached for the book and pulled it off the shelf, the wood groaning while he did so, and his eyes scanned the back cover.
The art of raising the dead is highly dangerous, do not attempt unless understand all of book. It was outlawed many years ago for a reason. The secret to Shadow Magic is less destructive, but even harder to control. In this book is history of both arts, famous magicians, and further reading.
This book was written in 1913.
Dumbledore found a table in the back where no one would disturb him and skimmed through the first few pages. He cringed at some of the history, raising the dead for horrible purposes was why it had been outlawed. He didn't recognize any of the names of people or places, until he came to the word Hogwarts. He flipped the page excitedly, but then frowned. There was nothing there, only the faint outline of someone ripping the pages. Suspicion drew at Dumbledore as his clever mind began to think.
"What are the chances that I see this essay today? If it's been there since the 1400s, then why hasn't-"
He stopped himself and his eyes narrowed. Taking the sheet out of his left pocket, he scanned the rip marks and the ones in the book. They matched perfectly, but three pages remained without any clue, The essay had been in the book. Someone had checked out the book. Someone had ripped the pages about Necromancy from the book and left behind the essay accidentally.
Quickly, he flipped to the back where it said who had checked out the book last. There was a name, under the date of this year, but it had been smudged. Someone didn't want to be found. Still, Dumbledore would not give up a second time in less than an hour. He went to the part with more reading. Maybe there would be a clue about who ripped out the pages. Dumbledore knew that whoever did that was trying to hide something, and that something probably was something important.
There are not too many works of literature on Shadow Magic or Necromancy. It is illegal in Britain without a license and even then not widely practiced. For other information, try the following books/ scrolls:
Truly Dark Magic- Ana Bolevitzkaychunnemon
Raising the Dead- Ana Bolevitzkaychunnemon
How to Shadow Travel in 5 Easy Steps- Ana Bolevitzkaychunnemon
Children of Hades- George Edward Bolevitzkaychunnemon XVI
Dumbledore ignored the fact that he couldn't pronounce the last name of any of the people, and instead focused on the last book. 'Children of Hades', what were those? And what did they have to do with Necromancy/ Shadow Traveling. Dumbledore searched the shelf again and didn't find any of the books listed, but they marked as supposed to be there. Someone in the castle had them, and whoever it was- well, they were hiding something serious.
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Yeah...Longest. Update. Ever. I'm really sorry, but my teachers all think that you should decide to TEST someone and tell them to days before...(cough science, cough cough.) But here I am and that was the chapter, it was really fun doing the POV of Dumbledore! This was a good chapter to talk about what's coming up next, and whoever guesses who tore the pages out will get a shout out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, I do however own...
Ana Bolevitzkaycunnemon, George Edward Bolevitzkaychunnemon XV!, and Elizabeth Umbra.
That's not too shabby... :)
POLL QUESTION:
What should I have more of in the next chapter?
1) Humor, funny little bits. Nothing heavy, fluffiness.
2) Romance between Percy and Annabeth, kiss between.
3) Dumbledore talks with students, Nico focus Chapter.
4) POV on any other character.
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Kay.