A/N: Hello Everyone! Today I'm doing the authors note and hopefully Flame won't know! Alright. Here's Chapter 5HP, or Chapter 11.

Ice: (Listening to rock music.)

Flame: (yanks headphones out of ears) And what do you think you're doing?

Ice: WHAAAAT?

Flame: I SAID, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

Ice: (looks ashamed). Um…

Flame: You know we can only have songs by Taylor Swift in the fic. Plus, why is this chapter two days late?

Ice: (mumbles something).

Flame: I blame the rock music. It fries your brains.

Ice: (sighs). We don't own Harry Potter or PJO. Oh, and this is a fill in chapter.

Flame: Rock-fried Brain is your new nickname.

Ice: Can we just get on with it?

Flame: *throws book at ice*

Ice: *book slams into head* Uuurrgghhh… need food…

Flame: Oh, yeah, never mess with a daughter of Athena! :D

Ice: Don't blame me for the long authors note! Flame is trying to Taylorize our authors note so she added the last bit!-

Flame: TAYLORTAYLORTAYLORTAYLORTA-

Ice: SHUT UP!

CHAPTER 5

"More brats to babysit?" Dean Thomas said, looking confused.

"Yes. Hopefully it'll make sense by the time you get to the Big House. Young demigods never know. If only some of them pay attention to their Latin classes, or Ancient Greek, or whatever you brats call mythology classes today."

Harry looked at Hermione who shrugged her shoulders. Everyone was looking confused now.

"What do you mean-" Hannah Abbot tried to ask but was cut off.

The man cut her off.

"Just go. Chiron will tell you all you want to know."

He set off. Of course, they didn't really want to follow this pompous guy, but they figured out if they wanted to meet this mysterious Chiron, they would have to follow him. They went through the strawberry field. As they went, they realized there was not a strawberry field at all. Instead there was what looked like a cross between an adventure playground and a summer camp. There were twelve cabins in a semicircle around a clearing which looked about as big as an association football field. The cabins all looked different; one had grape vines growing on it, one was pink and red which made it look like a massive Barbie house. The clearing had lots of statues and other stuff. Like a climbing wall with lava coming down it. And a sword fighting arena where people could duel. The only normal bit was the canteen area, which was obviously were people eat.

Ernie MacMillan walked over to one of the statues. It was of a guy wearing a toga, a crown made of golden leaves and holding a lightning bolt.

"Zeus?" He said. Lightning crackled in the sky.

"Names have power." The man/thing said. "Especially father."

"Father?" Hermione asked but the thing/man laughed and carried on towards 'The Big House'.

A few minutes later the door swung open.

"New Arrivals!" The man shouted as the fourteen students curiously wandered into the building. It was quite a big place, with a table tennis court and a stuffed leopard head on the wall. Suddenly it growled. Ginny jumped back.

"Seymour." A man sitting around the table tennis table said in a warning tone. He was in a wheelchair.

"Is that leopard-"

"Yes, yes he is."

"Who are you people?" Hermione breathed.

"Well, that's something we want to ask you. A group of demigods, all making it to Camp Half Blood together with no weapons? Extremely rare."

"Wait," Justin Finch-Fletchey asked, "Demigods? Camp Half Blood? What the-"

"Yes, yes it is rather confusing when you first get to Camp. Can I have your names and ages please?"

Even though they didn't really trust this wheelchair bound man, they said their names because of curiosity only.

"Harry Potter, age 17."

At this the man who had escorted them there burst out laughing.

"You? Seventeen? That's a good one! You're no older than fourteen!" Harry looked down at himself. It was true. He was just like he was when he was fourteen. Even his hair seemed to be longer.

"Mr D." The man at the table said. Mr D spun around.

"This might be because of the age disaster, Mr D."

"Ah, yes. Maybe. But why would I care? I don't age! You don't age."

"What age disaster?" Hermione pushed herself to the front of the queue. "And what's with you talking like you're a god?"

"Well, I'll answer your first question, and Mr D can answer your second question. the age disaster happened no more than an hour ago. Everyone seems to look, feel, talk, even smell like they did either two or three years ago. Every demigod. Plus, time seems to of gone back too. We think Kro- oh, yes, first I'll have your names, and then I'll do the details."

"Harry Potter, er, fourteen."

"Hermione Granger, fourteen."

"Ron Weasley, fourteen."

"Ginny Weasley, thirteen."

"Neville Longbottom, fourteen."

"Luna Lovegood, thirteen."

"Cho Chang, fifteen."

"Justin Finch-Fletchley, fourteen."

"Seamus Finnigan, fourteen."

"Ernie MacMillan, fourteen."

"Parvati and Padma Patil," "fourteen."

"Angelina Johnson, seventeen."

"Dean Thomas, fourteen."

"Nigel Wespurt, twelve."

"Is that it?" Mr D asked sarcastically.

"Why don't you just-" Harry started to yell.

"Know who you're messing with, Harold." And Mr D's eyes went purple and fiery.

"Number One: It's Harry. Number Two: I think you are in no state to think I am weak. Do you know who I am?"

Mr D laughed. Grape vines started to grow slowly up the award filled walls.

"Enough." Chiron said sternly. The vines shot down the walls immediately. His voice softened.

"Harry." The boy who lived turned to face the wheelchair bound man. "Never, and I mean never insult a god."

"Wait a-a god?" Hermione asked. "Oh. Dionysus."

"Diony- diona- what?"

"Forget it." sighed Hermione.

"So, what were you saying?" Ron asked, trying to get the spirits up. "We also want a proper explanation."

"True." Dionysus chuckled.

"Alright. You know the tales of Greek Gods? They're true. There are twelve Olympians, just like in the myths, and we need them. Without them, we wouldn't be anywhere. We are their creations, their figurines, to play around with. They can kill us, they can hurt us, they can drive us insane. And sometimes, when they find a man or woman of their liking, they'll have children with them then go back into the clouds. These children are called demigods."

"Are you saying-?"

"Yes. You are the children of the Greek gods. And-" His conversation slowed down as he saw the holographic image of an owl floating above Hermione's head.

Flame: –

Ice: SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!

Flame: TAYLORTYTAYLORTAYLOR-

Ice: *stuffs paper into Flame's mouth*

Flame: FAYLO'FAYLO'FALYLO'FAYLO'

Ice: I give up.

Flame: *is quiet*

Ice: Yes! Hallelujah!

Flame: *sucks in deep breath*

Ice: *passes out*