The much anticipated Potions class has come! Enjoyment to be expected by all I hope.. (Greek will be underlined,)

Shay's POV

I rolled over in bed and moaned. ''We have school."

Annabeth was sitting across from me on her bed, fresh from the depths of sleep as well.

"Well, this is Hogwarts, they teach magic!" She continued talking about whatever wonders would be in store for us today, and okay, I admit it, I might been a little curious too.

"Morning!"

Hermione entered the dorm, already dressed and ready. "You forgot your robes."

I sighed and put them on.

"Why are you wearing a tool belt?"

"Oh my gosh! When in the world did you become a fashion critic?"

Hermione shrugged my comment off. "Breakfast will start soon, its in the Great Hall." She walked out at that. I fished in my trunk for my books and shoved them inside an bag.

Annabeth turned to me, "You didn't have to be rude!"

"But she-"

"Try to be nicer next time"

I made an grumpy face.

"For the sake of the quest?"

She got me there! Annabeth smiled when she saw my acceptance, and I followed her out the door.

Percy, obviously was waiting outside the dorm for Annabeth. She fixed Percy's tie and they hugged and kissed. It was really sweet, but I knew I'd be tierd of all the fluff by lunch. Instead, I stood behind Ron and Hermione. She was staring at the common-room noticeboard, where a large new sign had been put up.

'They are the limit,' said Hermione grimly, ''We'll have to talk to them, Ron.''

Ron looked positively alarmed.

'Why?'

'Because we're prefects!' said Hermione, as they climbed out through the portrait hole. 'It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!'

Before following them, I looked at what they were disscussing about.

GALLONS OF GALLEONS!

Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?

Like to earn a little extra gold?

Contact Fred and George Weasley, Gryffindor common room

OR

Travis and Connor Stoll, Slytherin common room,

for simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs.

(We regret that all work is undertaken at applicant's own risk.)

I burst out laughing as Annabeth and Percy joined me.

Percy laughed as well, "Looks like we have double the trouble here!"

Annabeth shook her head at the joke as they climbed out of the portrait.

The Great hall was filled with students, and we sat next to the other Gryffindors. I overheard an conversation between two other girls in my dorm, Parvati and Lavender.

"-pesically that boy in Slytherin, hes the most different!"

"Not to mention creepy."

"Not all of the Exchanges are creepy though, the Percy one looks pretty hot!"

I rolled my eyes at this, they were stereotypical girls with stereotypical reactions to all of us. One thing was for sure, neither of them was getting Percy. If only they knew what had happened between Annabeth and him, I thought.

I was shoving one last pancake in my mouth when there was an commotion of fluttering above my head. Owls! Of course! They delivered mail, but us demigods obviously didn't get any. It was too far to fly letters between CHB and here, and anyway, there was always IMing.

Some people got an newspaper called the Daily Prophet, but before I could run the train of thought, I was distracted by Professor McGonagal handing out schedules. I crossed my fingers as I deciphered mine, I really hoped I had the same classes as my friends!

Soon, students were getting up and leaving. We met up with Nico and the Stolls and compared schedules. (I'll try to make this as short as possible, but you can skip this part if needed.)

Code: HERMIONE+ANNABETH...HARRY+PERCY+NICO...RON+SHAY+STOLLS

1:...Potions...Potions...Potions

2:...History...Herbology...History

3:...Herbology...History...History

4:...DADA...DADA...DADA

5:...Charms...Charms...Transfiguration

6:...Transfiguration... Transfiguration... Charms

7:... Arithmetic... Divination... Divination

8:... Study of Ancient Runes...Care of Magical Creatures..Care of Magical Creatures

9:...Dinner...

10:...Freetime- Lights out at 9pm...

So we all have Potions and Defense together. Thats good. I could practically read Ron's face though, 'Oh no! I have the same schedules as Shay and those twins!' Annabeth and Hermione had the same too, and were talking about classes. I also realized that there was a group of demigods with each member of the golden trio. Huh, Dumblydore probably set this up.

We walked through Hogwarts and I once again admired all the magic and awesomeness in it. Some paintings waved, and the staircases moved from floor to floor. The Potions class was apparently in the dungeons, and we entered and took our seats.

All thoughts about having an interesting class about Potions of all things were dismissed when I saw the teacher.

'Settle down,' said Snape coldly, shutting the door behind him.

There was no real need for the call to order; the moment the class had heard the door close, quiet had fallen and all fidgeting stopped. I already dreaded the next hour or so.

'Before we begin today's lesson,' said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, 'I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an "Acceptable" in your OWL, or suffer my . . . displeasure.'

His gaze lingered this time on Neville, who gulped.

Poor kid, I thought, he was really nice.

'After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me,' Snape went on. 'I take only the very best into my NEWT Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying goodbye.'

He glared at a few people now.

'But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell,' said Snape softly, 'so, whether or not you are intending to attempt NEWT, I advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high pass level I have come to expect from my OWL students.

'Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: if you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing.'

I saw Percy slump, mimicking snoring, and Annabeth sit a little straighter, her expression one of utmost attention. I would have burst out laughing!

The ingredients and method - ' Snape flicked his wand ' - are on the blackboard - (they appeared there) ' - you will find everything you need - ' he flicked his wand again ' - in the store cupboard - ' (the door of the said cupboard sprang open) ' - you have an hour and a half . . . start.'

I started panicking a little. I could barely read the board, never mind, I couldn't read it at all. The ingredients had to be added to the cauldron in precisely the right order and quantities; the mixture had to be stirred exactly the right number of times, firstly in clockwise, then in anti-clockwise directions; the heat of the flames on which it was simmering had to be lowered to exactly the right level for a specific number of minutes before the final ingredient was added.

Who knew magic want just abracadabra and poof? Students started doing stuff, and Annabeth rounded us demigods up.

She started handing out scrap pieces of paper, "OK, so here is the instructions in Greek, Shay, you can help with the temperature of the fire, okay?"

"Got it."

We all then started following the instructions, each of us with the attitude as if we were on an quest, and in a way we were. I helped with the temperature as told, and soon we all had our potions. Kinda. Mine was boiling, and slowly turning an awful color that made me want to hurl. Ugh. I looked over at Annabeth, who was apparently helping Percy, who was completely lost. Annabeth then turned and corrected Hermione on something, much to her surprise.

'A light silver vapor should now be rising from your potion,' called Snape, with ten minutes left to go.

I was panicking again, my potion now completely black with mist rising. Nico's Potion, who was next to me, was perfect. I kept prodded him with my wand and motioned to my cauldron.

Nico sighed and added something to it and stirred. To my surprise, the potion slowly turned lighter!

At that moment, Snape came up the aisle. After he passed without an comment I hugged Nico tightly.

"OOF!"

"Thank you thank you thank you!"

"So'kay"

After that I stopped hugging him, cuz that got awkward fast.

Percy's POV

I was sweating as I looked desperately around the dungeon. My own cauldron was issuing copious amounts of dark grey steam; Harry's was spitting green sparks. Travis was feverishly prodding the flames at the base of his cauldron with the tip of his wand, as they seemed to be going out. The surface of Annabeth's potion, however, was a shimmering mist of silver vapour, and as Snape swept by he looked down his hooked nose at it without comment.

At my cauldron, however, Snape stopped, and looked down at it with a horrible smirk on his face.

'Potter, what is this supposed to be?'

The Slytherins at the front of the class all looked up eagerly; but then their faces turned to confusion when they saw it was me, not Harry.

"I'm not Harry."

Snape did an slight double take, but then quickly composed himself. "Sir"

"Did you just call me Sir?"

"Perseus Jackson, when you address me, you call me Sir." Snape's voice was deathly calm. Was this guy an manticore of what?

"Yes Sir." I said, only getting a little majorly pissed of at that. "My name is Percy, not Perseus.''

'Tell me, Perseus,' said Snape softly, ignoring my correction, 'can you read?'

Draco Malfoy laughed.

'Actually, depends on what your asking me to read." I winked at Annabeth at this, and she rolled her eyes.

Snape saw this and started to said, "Deten-"

Nico quickly stood up and interrupted him. I could sense the Mist thickening in the room. Thank the Gods Hazel taught Nico to use the Mist.

Snape smirked, "Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry stood up, "Thats not fair!"

Harry! I thought, our job protecting you is already hard enough! Me and Annabeth hadn't told anyone, but we had already fought off an monster attacking him. The only thing that saved our cover was the Mist.

"Twenty Points."

Harry quickly sat down, glaring.

The contents of my potion vanished; I was left standing foolishly beside an empty cauldron. I cursed Snape under my breath.

'Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name and bring it up to my desk for testing,' said Snape. 'Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday.'

Annabeth looked at me reassuringly. "Hey, come on Seaweed Brain, at least this isn't real school."

"At real school teachers aren't monsters."

Annabeth looked at me, and we burst out laughing.

"Aw come on Percy! You know they almost always are!"

The other students passed us warily in the hallway, but I did'nt care. Connor passed us hands in a heart. The rest of the way, all the quest members were laughing together at cheese jokes.

So was that any good? This chapter mostly followed the story line the book, but most wont. Thank you for all the reviews! I honestly am surprised at how popular this is, this is my first FF! I really do love writing down all the story's I imagine, and I hope you enjoy reading them! ( can you believe? 2,057 words!) -jodyowl11