I am so sorry that this has taken so long! Gah! Thanks to you my faithful readers who have impatiently waited and reminded me, YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER!

The plot will be moving along a little faster now. I plan to be done with the story by early summer. If there is anything you'd like to see, feel free to leave it in a review.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HP. At all.

Now, I'm sure you're ready for me to shut up so you can get to the good stuff already!

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Hermione was researching for Snape's project when she came across a scroll, rolled up with a cheerful green bow tied on.

"A scroll?" She muttered, utterly perplexed. "Since when are there scrolls in the library? And since when do they have bows?"

Curiously, she undid the ribbon and gasped at what she saw. In tiny print, there was the longest paragraph she had ever seen written on a single sheet of paper. Every few sentences there was a change in color and font, as though it was written by fifty different people. The last little blurb was written in red ink, and still looked a little wet.

An Oracle is not a mythological fantasy, it is most definitely real. It is a sprit that passes on to females who have True Sight. Most demibloods, or demigods do not even have True Sight and can still be fooled by the Mist. The Mist is a veil that hides true magic from the mortal world. Oh, and the Oracle must be a mortal.

Why did the writing look so familiar? Hermione swore she had seen that script before. Her sixth sense, the one for trouble, began to tingle. Could it be one of the exchange students? Perhaps they were hiding a secret that had to do with divination. She knew Rachel-

That was it.

It was Rachel's handwriting. Rachel, who had bragged about being an Oracle. She must have written it in, supplying her own information. But what did it mean by demigods? And the Mist? And mortal? Was it the American word for Muggle? That would make sense.

Hermione looked at the only book she had found on Greek mythology at the library. Madam Pince said they had all been checked out.

Everything was falling into place. Maybe Rachel had taken out the books, maybe one of her friends. It didn't matter, what did matter was that the exchange student's secret and Greek mythology were somehow related.

Hermione knew she should probably share what she had learned with Ron and Harry. But this was almost like her project, her plan, her research. And there was the tiniest bit of hesitation that she was wrong. No, it was definitely better to wait and gather more information.

She began to write to her Mum and Dad, asking for any books on Greek mythology. Muggle libraries were full of them, after all. After signing her name on the parchment, Hermione stood and began to walk towards the Owlry.

She would have every answer the moment those books came.

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Andrew Huckle was incredibly, seriously evil. He was a genius, but pretended to be an idiot so know one would guess his motives. Sad that no one remembered that the Sorting Hat had immediately put him in Slytherin.

He knew everything about Nico and the others. He knew curses that would make the other Slytherins pee in their pants. He outranked Draco Malfoy and was trusted with top secret information.

Andrew Huckle was born to a mortal man and a minor female goddess. He had joined the cause, not just because of his parents, but because he was bad. He charmed ever lady, monster or not. He fooled geniuses, he was a genius. Medusa had him under second command.

"Agent 2 reporting in." He whispered. Medusa herself was on the other end, her voice cackling into the walkie-talkie.

"Agent 1 here. Report please."

"Nothing out of of the ordinary is going on. Except that the Granger girl is getting a little too close to figuring out what demigods are. Should I act or not?"

Andrew heard Medusa laugh on the other end. "Definitely my little hero. The final stages of the plan are being thought out. Then we can seek revenge on the Half bloods and finish the Titan's war."

"Any limits on how I am to stop the Granger girl?"

"Just don't make it obvious that it was you. And keep up your facade. Understand?"

"Yes my lady."

Medusa hung up with a flirtatious giggle and Andrew smiled quite evilly. It was so fun being bad.

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Snape's Class:

"As you all know, your project for the end of this unit is due tomorrow. If it's not complete, your grade and you will both suffer. I expect everything to be perfect. Today we will be reading chapter 21, answering the textbook questions, and completing the three worksheets up front. If you are done, you may use my books to research for the essay that is your homework. If you finish that, which I doubt you will, you may finish up the details on your projects. Now get to work, and absolutely no talking."

The classroom was silent except for the rustling of papers. Percy heaved a sigh and began to read to boring text. He wasn't even a wizard, why did he have to learn this stuff again? It was February already, they had been in this world for several months. The attack on Hogwarts felt like a distant memory.

Everything was so boring!

"Grace! What are you doing?"

I whipped around to see Thalia smacking on an obnoxiously pink bubble, blowing it up then popping it loudly. Her glossy boots were kicked up on the desk in front of her, and her makeup was as hardcore punk as ever.

"There's no rule about gum, is there?" She said rudely, taking a bottle of black polish out of her back and undoing the cap. "Or painting your nails, or putting your feet on someone else's desk. You can't punish me, I wasn't disturbing anyone."

Snape looked furious. My mouth must have been hitting the floor; was she seriously trying to aggravate him? Was she that bored?

"It may not be in the rules specifically Miss Grace, but I can assure you that if you don't stop you will be punished."

Thalia sneered. "For what? Expressing myself? I'm not doing anything wrong, so you can just back off Mr. And don't say I'm being rude, I know I'm being rude. Just deal with it." She continued to apply her nail polish, leaving the room in a shocked silence.

No one had ever spoken to Snape like that.

What was she thinking?

"Detention!" Snape almost screamed. "For two weeks, three hours every night starting at seven!" He stormed over to his desk and dipped a lethal looking quill in ink, furiously scribbling.

"Take this Professor McGonagall now, if you don't I will know. And 40 points from Gryffindor while I'm at it. Get out!"

Thalia glared at him and marched out of the classroom, slamming the door behind her.

No one spoke for the rest of class, I raced through the work and exchanged a look with Annabeth. She was finally losing it. We had been away from our world for so long. Did Chiron and Mr. D tell the rest of the gods where they were? Did they already know?

When the bell finally finally rang I literally ran out of the class. It was becoming harder and harder to not leave. Not that we had a choice.

Annabeth and Grover caught up with me as we scrambled to find Thalia.

"She's going crazy." Grover finally said. Annabeth glared at him, but I could see she agreed. We needed to get out of the castle, get some fresh air, practice our talents.

"I sort of feel the same way. We've been cooped up for too long Thalia spent seven years of her life as a tree. She hates not being able to move, being told what to do. At camp at least we can run around."

Grover and I both nodded. Eventually, we reached our HQ and found the other three waiting inside. Thalia still looked as rebellious as she did earlier, Nico and Rachel both looked confused.

"Why did she get out of d class early?" asked Rachel. "I don't have anything this period, so I was researching and Thalia came thundering in. Almost literally. Now she won't talk to either of us."

"She went crazy on Snape." Annabeth explained, sitting next to her friend.

Nico raised his eyebrows. "Nice going Thalia."

Thalia glared at him with such ferocity that the young boy shrunk back. "I am so sick of this place. How are we going to get out? What if we're stuck here forever? They'll notice I don't age! They'll notice you don't get hurt Percy! We need to leave!"

She began to sound hysterical, which was so unlike herself. Annabeth scooted closer to comfort her, as did Rachel. (Me, Grover, and Nico hung back. This was more of a girl thing.)

"Don't worry about it Thalia! Everything will turn out okay. We'll get out of here!" said Annabeth.

Thalia's eyes began to water, streaking the eyeliner so that she resembled a raccoon. I exchanged a look with the other boys. Time to leave now. Unfortunately, the girls were blocking the exit. No way out.

"I'm just so scared!" Thalia began to bawl. "I miss everyone! I miss Artemis and all the Hunters and all the campers and America and New York and EVERYTHING!"

I looked nervously towards the door. It wasn't sound proof, and if anyone came down here-

"Thalia? Is that you?"

I silently cursed, of course Hermione would come down now. OF COURSE!

Thalia immediately stopped crying and wiped her eyes quickly, reapplying mascara and eyeliner so as to look normal. Annabeth pulled on her cap, Nico grabbed me and Grover and pulled us into the shadows. When Granger came in, all she saw was Rachel and Thalia doing homework.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone crying."

Rachel shook her head. "No. I was just trying to help Thalia with her homework, and we're trying to avoid the library since I don't think Madam Pince likes her that much."

Hermione blinked. "Oh. Alright then. Must have been my imagination." She turned to leave, but looked back.

"Snape's really mad at you."

"I know."

"Why were you acting like that? Now you'll have to watch out for him."

Thalia gave her a cool gaze. "I can handle it."

There was a final note to her voice, and Hermione left quickly. Something about that whole situation was strange.

Once her footsteps died away, The other four came out of their hiding places.

"That was close." said Annabeth, and we all agreed.

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Andrew stood ready for action. In one hand was a wickedly sharp blade, glinting in the light. In his left hand was a vial of green liquid, a poison so strong the Granger girl would remember nothing. He was crouched within the shadows, poised ready to attack. He heard steps coming and a witch muttering under her breath.

She was alone and not looking where she was going. Perfect.

Andrew sprung out suddenly, slicing the sword in the direction of her feet. Hermione's eyes widened, and she fumbled for her wand. It was too late however, and Andrew injected the poison into her arm before she could utter a word.

Granger's eyes fluttered, and she promptly passed out. Andrew smirked. This was going exactly to plan.

"Help! Help!" Andrew yelled. "Someone passed out! Help!"

He quickly made the poison and sword disappear and adopted his idiotic personality. He heard footsteps and saw her two friends, Potter and Weasley come up running.

"I just found her like this!" Andrew cried. "Should we take her to the Hospital Wing? How can we get her there? Do you think she'll be okay?"

For a minute Andrew was worried he laced it on a little thick. Then he saw Ron and Harry's worried faces and knew they were no where near smart enough to figure it out.

He was a genius after all.

"We can carry her, or levitate if we need to." Harry said, obviously trying to be calm. Andrew put on his best sad face.

"How could this have happened? Isn't Hermione a brilliant witch? I hope she's alright!"

Ron began to look more worried as the boy continued to speak. Was it obvious to everyone except Hermione that Ron liked him? Andrew almost giggled. Mortals were so amusing.

"Could you go tell a professor?" asked Harry quickly, while Ron began to lift their friend.

Andrew smiled brightly. "I'd love to do ANYthing for you Harry Potter!" He squealed, before running off. He saw, with peripheral vision, Harry and Ron roll their eyes. This caused a blast of anger deep within Andrew's body, before he calmed down. Soon they would all see.

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"Will she be alright?" Harry asked worriedly in the Hospital Wing. Hermione lay peacefully on the white bed, eyes closed and looking asleep.

"Yes, eventually. It may take a while, and her memory may be fuzzy, but she'll be back to normal. I'm trying to find the cause to it, perhaps an odd sickness brought in from the Muggle world? I've never encountered it before." Madam Pomphrey said with a sigh. There had been several cases of the same epidemic traveling throughout Hogwarts.

"I must speak with Dumbledore." She said abruptly. Harry and Ron were surprised but let her through.

Ron turned to his friend. "I wonder what that was about?"

Harry shrugged, but a gleam of curiosity was in his eye. "Want to go find out?"

"Of course."

Harry pulled a silvery cloak out of his bag and the two boys promptly disappeared. They followed behind the nurse and slipped into the staffroom.

"Is everyone here?" McGonagall asked as the door shut. There was a chorus of yes before Dumbledore stood and began to speak.

"Now as you all know, there had been a strange epidemic traveling through Hogwarts. Madam Pomphrey has been working day and night to find the cause. Other teachers, please help her in any way you can. It's possible it's not a disease at all, but something on purpose."

Everyone listening gradually nodded with their Headmaster. They understood what he meant. Someone with malicious intent could be hiding within Hogwarts, secretly harming students. A long shot, but anything was possible.

"Does anyone have anything else to add?" Dumbledore asked. When no one spoke, he nodded. "Good. Then the meeting is adjourned."

The teachers began to file out, chatting gossip amongst themselves. Harry and Ron followed closely behind, but turned to the dormitory.

"Do you really think it could be some sort of spell? Maybe one of the Death Eaters is in Hogwarts!"

"No Ron, I don't think so. I probably would've found out by now. You know, the whole scar alarm system thing."

Ron snorted. "Sure Harry. Sure. That's what it is."

They climbed into the dorm and saw Neville, Seamus, Percy, and Dean were already in bed.

"It's late. We should go to sleep too." Harry yawned, beginning to take off his clothes. After, he climbed into the soft, red covers.

"Good night Ron."

"Night Harry."

The two slowly began to slumber, drifting into dreamland. As their breaths became steady, a figure that was crouched in the darkness came out with a wicked grin.

The creature slipped over to the beds of Percy Jackson and the Potter boy, gag and blindfold ready. It was time. He quickly stuffed the gag in Percy's mouth first. His eyes lit up, but before he could move a sleeping gas was administered. Same with the Potter boy, except he didn't wake up at all.

"Let's go Sleeping Beauties." the monster growled ominously, leaving the same way he came- through the shadows.

Harry Potter and Percy Jackson were being kidnapped, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.

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