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Seamus, Dean and I met back at the Gryffindor common room. Fortunately, they weren't caught either. Our relief was short lived when we went down to the Great Hall for dinner. We found out that Professor Dumbledore has been fired and replacing him would be Professor Umbridge.

"Well, I think I'll just quit school," Seamus said solemnly.

Dean grinned wickedly. "I have a few pranks we can do on her. You guys up?" I was surprised. Dean was usually the more sensible one out of us three.

I smiled, "Annoying toad-face? Count me in any day." Seamus nodded, his face smeared with chocolate ice-cream.

We stole one a few Nifflers from Hagrid, and smuggled them into Professor Umbridge's office through the window. In our Care of Magical Animals lesson, we learnt that Nifflers were attracted to shiny things, and they could locate anything metallic or shiny, even if that meant tearing something apart. They were also known to bite people who were wearing any jewellery.

Of course Professor Umbridge had a lot of shiny things in her office. Her screams, when she returned to her office could be heard all around the castle. The next morning, there were little red marks on her neck and her usual gold necklace around her neck was missing.

We didn't get any more opportunities to prank Professor Umbridge, although there were other people eager to do what we did. Fred and George released their fireworks and flew off on their broomsticks. In my opinion, the best part about if was not the fireworks, even though it was pretty impressive, but the fact that a toad draped in pink was shrilling, "I WILL HAVE ORDER!"

The other professors seem to detest Professor Umbridge as much as we do. The portable swamps that the Weasley twins had left as a goodbye gift would have been easy to remove but the other professors seem to enjoy Professor Umbridge's frustration.

As the months blurred past, I slowly accepted the fact that Luke was gone. Seamus and Dean never mentioned him, knowing that it was hard for me to talk about it. I was grateful for them and I could have never asked for better friends.

The pressure the professors have been putting on us had increased more than ever. The OWL's examination were awfully close, and I spent any little time I had revising and studying. Seamus and Dean had taken up my lead and spent their time wisely, taking notes for the exams. I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, so I had to do well in every single of my subjects. But it wasn't as though I was going to live that long anyways. A handful of demigods only lived a long life.

The OWL's exams stretched out over the span of a whole week. I had Herbology, Transfiguration and Charms exam for the first day. I thought it wasn't too challenging, as those were my strongest subjects. The next day, we had a History of Magic exam, and then after lunch, it was the Defence against the Dark Arts. On Wednesday, I had a whole morning off which I used to revise over my notes for the Astronomy exam during the night. It was a little distracting, as we all witnessed Hagrid being stunned by a few wizards. There were a few shouts and yell before Hagrid ran away.

After breakfast, Seamus, Dean and I relentlessly flicked through our page of notes, getting ready for the Potions exam. This was a subject I wasn't as strong as and I spent many hours learning the ingredients and the method for the common potions. Yet, I was pretty sure I failed.

Then, we had Care of Magical Creatures and Divination exam, which I pretty much winged. The examiner seemed unimpressed by my predictions and I couldn't blame him. On the last day, we had the whole day off. No more OWL's exams, which meant that the stress was gone. No need to worry about anything until the results come out. Then stress about the NEWTS. Seamus, Dean and me, we laid on our backs, our hearts light, talking about our plans for the summer. I stayed silent, staring at the clear blue sky. I had nothing to contribute to the conversation.

The next morning, there were rumours saying the Golden Trio, along with some of their other friends had gone to the Ministry, and they were hurt. Professor Umbridge were nowhere to be seen, to my relief.

"Look at this." Seamus tossed me a copy of the Daily Prophet. My eyes scanned over it.

"Fudge retiring? That's a surprise." I said, buttering my toast.

"Read the next page."

I did. It was all about the return of You-Know-Who. "Finally realised the true story had to be published, eh? Stupid bastards."

Professor Dumbledore arrived later the evening. His position as headmaster was given back to him and thankfully, Professor Umbridge had been sacked. The last week of our fifth year was pretty relaxed. The professors just did a quick recap on the spells we learnt this year, and thy talked about our NEWT's. Frankly, I would rather not think about them until I really have to.

Turned out that the Golden Trio, along with Ginny, Neville and Luna did go to the Ministry. The reason was unknown but they did duel some dark wizards. Fortunately none of them were killed, although they stayed in the hospital wing for most of the last week.

The End-of-Year feast was great as ever, but the food had a bitter taste, as though it was tainted by the bitterness of going back to camp. Even though I felt quite guilty, I haven't Iris-Messaged Percy since Christmas, wanting to put as much space between camp and Hogwarts, but reality catches up with you sooner or later.

After spending a week with mum, I caught a flight back to America. I pestered mum to let me Floo travel but she insisted. So every single turbulence gave me a heart attack, and I couldn't be happier when the plane landed. When I arrived at camp, I could sense that something was wrong immediately. Everything was still the same, but the atmosphere had a sense of urgency and cautiousness. Chiron wasn't next to the Big House either, which was odd because he was always there, talking to new campers or playing pinochle with Dionysus. I guess my eyes are failing me because it would't be hard to spot a centaur from up here.

There were a few campers patrolling the border, which was also unusual because Thalia's pine… A look at Thalia's pine and I knew immediately why there was border patrol. Thalia's pine looked sick, it's leaves a sick yellowy colour, rather than its usual lush green hue. The branches and the trunk looked paler and was almost a fallow colour rather than its chocolaty colour. It looked as though it was on a verge of dying.

"What happened to Thalia's pine?" I asked Travis, who was currently on border patrol.

"Someone poisoned it," he said solemnly, before returning to staring out of his binoculars.

I stomped all the way back to Cabin Three, blood roaring in my ears. Whoever did this to Thalia's pine would pay. I would make sure of it.

Opening the wooden door, I found someone sitting on my bed, and it was not Percy. It turned around and I saw, in the middle of its forehead, was an eye. "Hello," the cyclops said, grinning a toothy smile at me, waving his chubby calloused hands at me.

A bloody cyclops was sitting on my bed so I did the natural thing. I drew my dagger and I spat, "Stay back."

The cyclops widened its eye in surprise, and it held his hands up in defeat, ripping the top bunk off. "Oh, sorry," it muttered, putting it down as though it was no big deal.

"Just because the camp borders ain't that strong doesn't mean you can come sneaking in here," I growled. I had to admit, it was odd. The cyclops didn't seem hostile. In fact, it was confused and gazing at me as though I was the monster. It hasn't attacked yet, which was also very strange because the cyclops I've met were all excited for ripping my limbs apart.

The cyclops whimpered a little, and he said, "They let me stay." Okay, so my eyes and ears are failing me.

"Charlie what are you doing?!" A familiar voice yelled. I heard thudding footsteps and Percy appeared, panting next to me. He glanced at the cyclops and me, and then catching me unexpected, he snatched my dagger away.

I stared wide-eyed at him. "What do you think you're doing? There's a cyclops right in front of us if you haven't noticed!" I yelled.

Percy's face relaxed a little. "That's just Tyson."

I gawked at him. "You named a cyclops?"

"Tyson is your half-brother, Charlie. He was claimed by Poseidon a few days ago. Tyson, this is Charlie. Sorry about that, she just panicked a little." Percy said.

Tyson flashed me a toothy grin. "Sister!" He then hugged me, and would have crushed every single bone in my body if Percy didn't pull him off me.

"Hey," I said weakly, my mind still trying to get used to having a cyclops for a brother. Sure, I knew they were off springs of Poseidon but I didn't know they came to camp. I thought it was only for demigods. "Um, sorry about then, I freaked out. You know, not used to having a cyclops on my bed." I laughed faintly, even though I was thinking:

"You have got to be kidding me."