When Molly Weasley read the letter from Professor McGonagall, she'd cried.

"Mom, don't stress about it," Ron said, patting his moms back as she sniffed loudly. "We've handled heaps. We can handle this. Whatever it is."

"Besides, it might be nothing," Harry spoke up. "Percy said that Poseidon said he's not sure anything will actually happen."

"Well I don't trust these so called 'Greek Gods'!" Molly cried. "Their existence had never crossed my mind before a few months ago!"

"Well, they definitely do exist, Mrs Weasley. In Affiliation class we learnt that the first witch and wizard were children of the goddess Hecate, which means we are all descendants of the Gods.".

"That doesn't mean I should allow my son and his friends walk into danger just to help them."

"Love," Mr Weasley finally spoke, moving towards his wife who sat on a kitchen chair. "The kids are strong. They're brave. If they want to go, let them. I'll even drive the to Hogwarts in the new car and demand to sit in while this 'oracle' speaks."

Mr Weasley's offer finally changed Molly's mind, and soon they were flying above the clouds in the new car, nearing the Hogwarts grounds.

The car trip had been silent.

Hermione sat in the passenger seat while the boys were in the back, and as they passed over the Whomping Willow, Ron and Harry exchanged a glance.

Harry knew Ron would be thinking about the time they'd crashed into the tree in second year and destroyed the first flying car, but Harry was thinking about third year. About Remus and Sirius.

He tried to shake the memories out of the front of his mind as the car set down beside Hagrid's hut. The half giant was standing out the front, awaiting their arrival.

"'arry. Ronald. Hermione," Hagrid greeted in his thick accent. "Arthur," added as Mr Weasley climbed out.

"Hagrid," he greeted, nodding solemnly towards the half giant.

"Harry!" Cried another voice. The group looked towards the castle to see Luna running down the hill to meet them, Leo stumbling close behind.
"Percy told us about what was going on," Luna exclaimed, pulling to a halt in front of them.

"What is going on?"

"We don't really know either. Just that his dad's been getting messages from Hecate," Luna explained.

"What if their good messages?" Ron suggested.

"Nothing involving demigods is ever good," Leo explained, his voice coated in an odd-seriousness.

Together the group treked back up to Hogwarts castle, and headed for the Great Hall.

Around fifty students were spread out about the room, playing wizard chess and just chatting, while Christmas decorations covered every inch of space.

A few students glanced up, confused by the trios early return with Ron's dad in tow, but nobody questioned them.

"Where's Percy and Annabeth?" Harry asked, his eyes glancing around the room, observing each face in turn.

"They won't be here until late tonight," Luna explained.

"But Pipers back already?" Hermione stated, noticing the demigod at the other end of the hall, sitting with Nico and Cho.

"She took a private plane straight here," Leo explained. "Because doesn't have to worry about getting blasted out of the sky by a very angry Uncle."

"What about the Oracle?" Arthur spoke up. "When does, uh-it, get here?"

"Rachel, will get here Christmas Eve. She's on holidays with her Mortal parents and can't get away from then until then when they fly to a business trip."

Harry decided not to question why the Oracle was a girl named Rachel with Mortal parents and not a supernatural being of some sort.

"So, we have two days until the Oracle gets here, who will possibly doom us with a Prophecy?"

"Probably," Leo answered. "Probably doom us."

Percy and Annabeth arrived later that night as anticipated, right in the middle of dinner infact.

All the remaining students were sitting at the Gryffindor table, which had been moved into the center of the room.
The teachers sat in their normal places, alongside Arthur Weasley, who had been offered a seat by Professor Flitwick.

The seventh-years were down the far end of the table. Draco on the end beside Nico, Cho and Piper across from them. Then Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Leo sat.

Harry couldn't help but notice the unusualness of seeing Draco and Nico at the same table as him.

Draco didn't speak for all of dinner, while Nico only made very short responses to questions courtesy of Piper, Luna and Cho.
Otherwise the two were like ghosts.

Dinner was almost done when the grand doors pushed open and Percy and Annabeth strolled in, both dressed in their orange Camp Half Blood shirts, and jeans. They received many glances of confusion from the students, and a nod of recognition from Professor McGonagall, before they hurried to the end of the table, pushing Draco and Cho inwards.

Draco looked about ready to run as Percy made himself comfortable beside him.

"Sorry about ruining your break guys," Percy apologized immediately to Harry, Ron, Hermione and Piper.

"It's no problem," Harry lied, watching Draco as he observed the exposed SPQR tattoo on Percy's arm with curious eyes.

"We iris messaged Rachel and she said she's been having strange feelings lately, which means the Oracle might have a new Prophecy ready to deliver," Annabeth explained.

"But we could do without one," Percy added.

"Agreed," Harry mumbled.

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The Great Hall was in absolute chaos when Harry, Ron, Percy and Leo stumbled through the grand doors.

First, second and third years were scattered everywhere about the room, running and screaming.

No Voldemort wasn't back, it was just Christmas Eve, and some kids seemed a little too excited.

"I forgot how non-stressful Christmas is supposed to be," Ron muttered to Harry, who nodded in agreement.

"There it is!" Cried a first year suddenly, pointing towards where the boys were standing. The boys all glanced at each other in confused as a mass of younger students came streaming towards them at full speed, all crying in a single chorus, "SNITCH!"

Harry finally worked out was going on, and turned to see a golden snitch, hovering in the air just behind them, in the gap between his and Percy's head. Harry leapt forward and snatched up the snitch in one motion, giving Percy quite a fright.

"Harry!" Moaned the students, coming to a standstill.

"Is this really safe?" He questioned.

"No," mumbled a third year.

"And have you got permission to use the snitch inside from Headmistress?"

"Nope," replied a second year, with a big grin on his face.

"C'mon Harry! It's Christmas Eve!" Whined a boy with a thick accent like Seamus.

"I can tell by the Christmas tree that's been knocked over," Harry replied, nodding towards the large tree that had fallen onto the Slytherin table.

"Harry, pleeeeeease," whined a small girl with long black pigtails, just as a small blonde, first year, raced through the door and scurried through Percy's legs.

"McGonagalls coming!" She cried, and the room broke into a frenzy of cleaning up.

"Woah, look out kids, Potters here to ruin your day," Leo laughed, as the group sat down at the senior end of the dining table.

"What time will Rachel be here?" Harry asked as they all settled down, wizards on one side, demigods on the other.

"Not sure, it might not be until really late," Percy replied with a shrug. Harry noticed the kids struggling standing the huge tree back up straight, so he removed his wand and cast a spell across the room. The tree instantly stood up and regained it's composure, just as McGonagall entered the hall alongside Professor Trelawney.
McGonagall gave the group of kids redectoring the no longer fallen tree an odd look, but ignored them and walked up the front, nodding to the boys as she past, while Trelawney approached them.

"Is it true that another Seer will be arriving this evening?" She asked.

"Rachel's an Oracle," Percy explained. "Not a Seer, whatever they are..."

"Seers can see the future," Harry explained.

"Well Rachel can't see the future," Percy explained to a very puzzled Trelawney. "She just delivers Prophicies that no one understands." Trelawney peered at Percy a moment through her eye boggling glasses, before hurrying away without another word.

"Game Leo?" Ron asked, nodding at the chess board between the two of them. Leo's eyes glanced up from what he was fiddling with in his hands.

"Huh?"

"Chess. Game of Chess?" Ron repeated.

"Oh ah, yeah sure," Leo answered, moving to shove what was in his hands back into his tool belt.

"What are you making, Leo?" Harry questioned before it disappeared from sight.

"An engine for a boat," Leo replied, "not an actual boat, a miniature one, just for a test, before I build the big one."

"Why are you making a boat?"

"I think I need to sail somewhere."

"You think?" Now Percy was asking questions.

"Well, something in the back of my mind tells me I need a boat to get somewhere... I just don't know where..." He trailed off as Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Anyways, let's play this game. I'm gonna whoop your butt, Weasley."

Two and a half hours later, after Ron beat Leo in the worlds most intense game of wizard chess, the students were finishing up their desert. The room was filled with excited chatter for Christmas the coming day, except of course for the senior end of the table, who were desperately awaiting the arrival of Rachel, but despising at the same time.

Percy squeezed Annabeth's hand a little tighter as he thought about Rachel and the news she may bring, as well as the past they had together.
Before the Prophecy of Seven and before the defeat of Kronos, Percy and Rachel had had something.

From the moment he'd met Annabeth, something deep inside him fell for her, but it was almost the same as with Rachel, the feeling just hadn't stuck around for as long as it had with Annabeth.
Mainly because Rachel broke up with him before they were even dating but, whatever.

Percy was too fixated on his thoughts to even noticed the grand doors open, it wasn't until he felt Annabeth abruptly tugging his hand that he looked up.

Rachel was standing at the open door alongside Chiron, staring around the Great Hall in wonder, glancing from the towering Christmas trees, to the thousands of floating candles, and then up to the enchanted ceiling. Percy stood to go and greet her, just as a third figure entered through the door.

"Is that-" Began Harry, staring at the third figure in bewilderment. He was a young adult, with bright blond hair, skinny jeans, a red shirt and designer sunglasses. A glow surrounded the entirety if his body.

"What's Apollo doing here?" Piper questioned.

"Apollo?" Exclaimed Ron. "That guys a god?" But Percy and Annabeth towards the visitors before they could respond.

"Rachel," Percy greeted, attracting her attention from the floated candle beside her shoulder.

"Percy! Annabeth!" She greeted in response, hugging them each in turn.

"Jackson, we meet again," spoke up the sun god.

"Good evening, Apollo," greeted Annabeth. "What're you doing here?"

"Since the Gaia incident, I've been worried that the Spirit of Delphi can no longer deliver prophecies," Apollo explained. "So I'm here to make sure Rachel is still in working condition."

Rachel cheeks blushed as red as her hair, just before Percy began to lead her back over towards the end of the dining hall, just as Apollo informed Chiron that he could feel a haiku coming on.

"Hey Rachel," Leo greeted, as Piper stood to give her a hug.

"Hello Nico," Rachel called and he flicked her a small smile in response.

"Rachel, this is Draco, Cho, Ron, Hermione and Harry," Percy explained, as Rachel gripped his right arm with her small hand just as Harry stood to greet her. She seemed to be quite nerved by her surroundings.

"Hello Rachel," he greeted, reaching out his hand for a hand shake which she returned, just before a pulse of power flashed through her body and into Harry and Percy who were both touching her.

They both pulled away with a yelp as Rachel's eyes rolled back and she began to rise slowly into the air. Her hair flapping around thanks to an invisible wind. Students along the table began to panic as the teachers and Mr Weasley raced down the hall to see what was happening to her.

"Thank the gods," Apollo cried, clapping gleefully as Rachel's head sagged back, her mouth opened and a green most began to pile out.

"You may have succeeded in closing the gate, but souls made it out, you closed them too late.
Too stop an evil rein before it's begun, you must depart as ten, but return as one.
Only one girl knows where these evils abide, and men will find her when they float the tide.
But it must be the son of fire who brings her home, while the others travel the road to Rome.
Seven Half-blood must answer this call, alongside the Golden Trio, or the world will fall."