Book 1: Swords and Wands: The Chamber of Secrets
Summary: The Seven are sent back in time, deaged, become witches and wizards, and get to attend Hogwarts in Harry Potter's second year. Mission: Help Harry Potter in the fight against Voldemort. Problem: They are a bunch of eleven-year- olds. How long will they have to stay at the school of witchcraft and wizardry? Is there more to their mission then what it seems?
My Book References: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (first year stuff), Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (events)
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HOO, or HP and I never will.
Chapter 12: To Sabotage a Sabotage
Late Christmas day, after a wonderful Christmas feast, Percy, Hazel, and Frank were suspicious when they passed Crabbe and Goyle in the hall. The two boys asked a girl who was clearly a Ravenclaw where their common room was. She didn't look amused as she walked away, glancing back at them.
They froze when they noticed the three Hufflepuffs' eyes on them. Percy stopped what he was saying and stood there, staring at them. Frank and Hazel followed suit. They stared at the two boys for what felt like forever and then Percy shrugged and kept on talking, the three Hufflepuffs continuing on their way.
When Hazel glanced back at them, they seem to let out a sigh of relief and then walked through the doors to the dungeon. Yep, definitely not suspicious there.
A little bit later, in the Slytherin common room, Annabeth was reading in a high back chair by the fire. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle entered the room. Malfoy gestured them to two different empty chairs and walked away.
Annabeth looked up from her book and glanced at the two boys. They seemed to be rather awkward, more then usual, but forcing themselves to look at home.
Malfoy came back and trusted a newspaper clipping under Crabbe's nose. After a second, he gave a rather forced laugh before he handed it to Goyle who didn't laugh as he handed the clipping back to the pale faced boy.
"Well? Don't you think it's funny?"
Goyle gave a weak laugh.
"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and go and join them." Malfoy ranted. "You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave."
Crabbe's face was contorted.
"What's up with you, Crabbe?" Malfoy questioned.
"Stomachache." He grunted.
Hmmm…Annabeth wondered. Could they have used the Polyjuice Potion today? If so, where is the third one?
"Well, go up to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a kick from me," Malfoy snickered. "You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet," he went on. "I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. Father's always said old Dumbledore's trying to hush it all. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father's always said old Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place. He loves Muggle-borns. A decent headmaster would never've let slime like Creevey in."
Malfoy did an impression of Colin that even the nicest people would have to admit that it was accurate. "'Potter, can I have your picture, Potter? Can I have your autograph? Can I lick your shoes, please, Potter?'"
He looked at his two-maybe-not-goons.
"What's the matter with you two?"
The two gave a far-to-late laugh. Malfoy might have been satisfied, but Annabeth wasn't.
"Saint Potter: the Mudbloods' friend," Malfoy said slowly. "He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that jumped up Granger Mudblood. And people think he's Slytherin's heir!"
Crabbe and Goyle seem to take a breath; Annabeth could admit she did too.
"I wish I knew who it is, I could help them."
Annabeth decided it was time to join in. She stood up, closed her book, and then put it on the chair, making her way to the three seconds years slowly.
"You must have some idea who's behind it all…" Goyle said.
"You know I haven't, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you?" Malfoy's voice was sharp as he snapped.
"I wish I knew." Annabeth butted in. Malfoy gave her a look as if he was trying to read her. She knew all the things to play with as a Slytherin, sharing a common room with them for the last few months. Crabbe and Goyle didn't look amused by this change. "Not sure what I would do with the information, but it would be nice to know, so many things to do with it."
Malfoy finally got an approving smile and he thrusted out his hand. "Draco Malfoy, don't think we properly met."
She shook his hand. "Annabeth Chase, were you saying something?" She stared at him with her grey eyes fixed, waiting, and he continued.
"My father won't tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that is all kept quiet and it'll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing-last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time….I hope it's Granger," he said with relish.
"Some people will do anything to find out who opened the Chamber of Secrets." Annabeth interrupted Crabbe's rage face before turning to Malfoy's goons. "I heard people talking about sabotage, breaking the rules, using potions…"
Malfoy's face got pointier and a disgusted expression filled his face. Crabbe and Goyle got wide eyes and she knew that they knew she caught on.
"D'you know if the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught?" Goyle asked, trying to get to a different topic to begin.
"Oh, yeah…whoever it was was expelled," Malfoy nodded. "They're probably still in Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Goyle asked.
"Azkaban-the wizard prison, Goyle," Malfoy looked at him with disbelief. "Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backward."
Annabeth gave a laugh (rule nine: make the person think you are very similar to them) and Malfoy smiled at her, liking the way this first year acted. "Father says to keep my head down let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, he's got a lot on his place at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week?"
Annabeth and Goyle both had concerned looks on their face.
"Yeah…Luckily, they didn't find much. Father's got some very valuable Dark Arts stuff. But luckily, we've got our own secret chamber under the drawing-room floor-"
"Ho!" Crabbe yelled.
Malfoy, Goyle, and Annabeth all looked at him. He blushed. Was his hair turning red? He's in trouble…The two boys jumped.
"Medicine for my stomach." Crabbe grunted and they sprinted up the common room and hurled themselves at the stone wall. Seems the Polyjuice Potion wore off on the two second years.
Annabeth and Malfoy shared a look. "Well, they were in a hurry."
"Yeah." Malfoy agreed before shrugging. He turned to Annabeth. "So you're one of the Americans?"
"That's correct." Annabeth confirmed. "Did the accent give it away? Or was it the announcement at the beginning of the year?"
Draco drew a smirk. "Do they have a lot of Pureblood families where you come from?" He asked.
"Tons." Sort of…Being a god counted right? Whatever, it was close to the truth. It seemed to satisfy Draco and something told Annabeth this Malfoy boy may just be valuable later on in her Hogwarts life.
"What about Muggle-born families?" Draco sounded disgusted.
"I only know of one." It was the truth, sort of. Rachel Dare counted, right? "But, the most common is Halfblood families."
Draco leaned in, interested in what she had to say. "What about you?"
"Well, my mother is a Pureblood; everybody in her family has had magic since, like, forever." Annabeth wasn't lying, just not telling the whole truth. "But, my father was a muggle." She conjured her best disgusted face. "We don't talk about him." She tried to fill her voice with the hatred she had of her dad back when she was twelve. It's been such a long time. "My mother made a mistake, got pregnant, and ruined the long running Pureblood lines."
He seemed to believe it. Draco gave her an almost sympathetic look. "For having a Muggle father, you're alright, Chase."
Annabeth smiled at him. "You're not so bad yourself, Malfoy. See you around." She stood up and headed to her dormitory. That was a lie, of course, he was a stereotyping, prejudice, and racist kid. Her head was spinning as she collapsed on her bed.
Did she just befriend Draco Malfoy? No, it wasn't that. It was a tolerance of each other.
Since I finished prewriting this one already, I'm going to try to make Book 2: Swords and Wands: The Prisoner of Azkaban have longer chapters.
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