To everyone in the States: I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. And to everybody else, I hope that you had a great weekend.

A special thanks to my reviewers:

ShadowOfMyLight: Yeah, sometimes I end up doing that too. Which is the reason why I am up at eleven every other night. I'm glad you liked it.

Unnamed-Anonymous-Reviewer: Yep.

ButterflyFlyToMe: Sorry about that, but trust me, it's very unlikely. I'm glad you liked my prophecy idea.

Cookie05: Same here. I actually sneezed while writing that fact. lol

Miz636: Thank you so much. This was my second attempt at this particular crossover. My first one I had begun when I was eleven, and looking back, I realized that I had made some mistakes in both story lines. This time, I was determined to screw it up. I even went as far as to memorize the Hogwarts schedules for the first and second years!

Percabeth will rule the world: Thank you.

malfoyforever: Yep, I did some research on Greek oracles. Also, thanks for correcting my Cho Chang mistake, I went back and fixed it.

killerpizza504: Thanks.

Note: When I said that a prophecy could be used twice, I was referring to only the last one.

On the second of November, Educational Decree number 25 was put up. It spoke of some Industrial Squad that would help keep students in line. Whoever joined would receive extra credit.

"I'll bet you anything that Malfoy is going to be one of them," Harper said to Vaisey.

The other boy nodded, "that goes without saying. And I bet his goons will follow him too. And probably Parkinson. She follows him around like a lost puppy."

As it turned out, they were right. Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, and Parkinson were the first to sign up. Several others joined for reasons of their own. Millicent Bulstrode signed up because she thought it would make her more popular. Adrian Pucey put his name on the list so that he would have authority over others. Blaise Zabini joined because he thought it would impress people (particularly if those people happened to be female and single.)

One person who did not join, however, was Theodore Nott. Malfoy tried numerous times, but without any success, to get him to join the squad, but the other boy remained stubborn as ever.

"I have better things to do that to go around bullying people from other Houses just to raise my self esteem."

Malfoy seemed shocked that Nott would even suggest such a thing, but it did shut him up.

"Watch, you'll love this!" cried Vaisey gleefully. The Slytherin boy then proceeded to fly across the field in a complex zig-zag pattern, leaving his Hufflepuff companion gaping at him in awe. Aleron smiled proudly. "Cool, huh? That's called a Woollongong Shimmy," he explained, "it's when the Chasers of one team fly in a zig-zag pattern to confuse the other team. It looks way better with more people, though."

"That's . . . that's amazing," Rose said, "I've never seen anything like it! You're a really good flier."

Vaisey grinned from ear to ear, giving him a slightly comical appearance. "It's nothing," he said, "now, if you want to see something cool, watch this." Vaisey sped around the field in a triple loop. It happened so fast that Rose hardly had any time to see it. When he was done, Rose whistled and applauded her friend. "That was brilliant! You have got to teach me how to do that!"

Standing up on his broom, Aleron gave a slight bow. Rose giggled. "Okay, now you're just showing off!"

"Okay, play time is over, ickle firsties!" said a voice. Vaisey and Zeller turned around to face one of Gryffindor's Beaters, Fred Weasley.

Noticing that one of the "ickle firsties" was a Slytherin, the team captain, Angelina Johnson, frowned. "And you," she said, pointing an accusing finger at Aleron. "You better not try to spy on us. Because, I swear, the next time I spot one of you slimy snakes on our field during practice, there will be trouble. Understood?"

Rose stepped forward, frowning. "There's no call to be rude! We were here first, after all." she said, hands on her hips.

For a moment, everybody, including Rose herself, froze. She could not believe that she had just said that. It was unlike her to be so blunt.

Then, abruptly, Angelina, along with the rest of the team laughed. It was a cruel, mocking laugh.

"Wow," said Harry Potter, "a Hufflepuff standing up for a Slytherin? Now, there's a first!" he laughed some more, then grew a bit tense. "But, seriously, kid, we need to practice, so why don't you just scoot along . . . "

Rose, not wanting to cause any more trouble, was more than willing to comply to the older boy's request. But Vaisey couldn't stop himself from saying one last comment. "Just how many Weasleys do you have on this team?" he asked, looking over at Fred, George, and Ron. "Wow. That is just sad, you guys must be desperate! Normally I'd insult you at this point, but this is just too easy. It wouldn't be fair." He turned to go, but not before he could hear Ron shout.

"Yeah? We'll see who's laughing when we kick your arses at tomorrow's game!"

When Vaisey entered the Common Room that night, he saw his fellow Housemates giggling like a bunch of little girls.

" . . . What's going on?" he asked, bewildered.

Adrian Pucey grinned. "We have a little surprise planned for the game tomorrow. Take a look at this," he handed the first-year a sheet of paper. Vaisey accepted it and read the words. Confused at first, it took him several seconds to get the message; once he did, the boy's face broke into a wide grin.

"This will be one interesting game."

The first Quidditch match of the season occurred in early November. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Annabeth noticed that the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws seemed to be cheering on the Gryffindors as well. She was probably the only one in her house wearing green that day. Zeller was still not sure if she regretted the decision or not.

Rose glanced over at the Ravenclaw stands to see that Annabeth, too, was wearing the Slytherin colours. But she did not appear too interested in the game. Her eyes were focused on a small piece of parchment. She had a look of concentration on her face that seemed far too adult-like for an eleven-year-old. Annabeth had been having that face on more and more often the past few days.

Looking over at the Slytherin stands, almost everybody appeared to be at the edge of their seats, grinning in anticipation. That look on a Slytherin could never mean anything good. As it turned out, she was right.

A couple minutes into the game, Daphne Greengrass nudged Blaise Zabini. That was their cue. Suddenly, as if it was rehearsed, and chances are it was, the Slytherins burst into song.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King."

In the Hufflepuff stands, Kevin Whitby, worried that things would get out of hand, tugged at Professor Sprout's robes. "Professor, do something!" he demanded.

The teacher shrugged helplessly, "there's nothing I can do," she said, "they aren't breaking the rules."

"Weasley was born in a bin

He always lets the Quaffle in

That's why Slytherins all sing:

Weasley is our King."

The tips of Weasley's ears turned pink in embarrassment.

"Weasley is our King,

Weasley is our King,

Weasley will make sure we win

Weasley is our King."

The Gryffindors were furious. The Slytherin's plan seemed to backfire. If anything, all the song had built up their determination to beat them. Johnson, the team captain, barked orders at her teammates. They played well and very much in sync, almost as if it were an art.

The Slytherins all groaned when Potter caught the snitch. Well, all of them except for Nott, who was too caught up in his book to so much as look up for a minute. Harper pounded his fists on the seat in front of him. "No fair!" he cried, "I demanded a rematch!"

The Slytherin team did not seem too happy about their defeat either. Bletchley and Warrington glared at Malfoy. Draco, trying his best not to look embarrassed, walked over to the Gryffindors with his best smirk on his face. He began to taunt Weasley, insulting his Quidditch skills as well as his family and wealth. Annabeth was frankly disgusted. If he was going to insult him, he should have at least done a good job of it. She made a mental note to confront Vaisey about it later. It was mortifying to think that her friend would participate in such childish affairs.

The squabble ended in an all-out fight, with Umbridge intervening. The toad-lady went easy on the Slytherins (big surprise), but punished the Gryffindors so badly that the Weasley twins looked close to tears. Annabeth did not hear what the exact penalty was, but it must have been pretty bad because even some of the Slytherins were crying in outrage.

Annabeth silently thanked the gods that she was in Ravenclaw.

"You want me to say what?" Vaisey cried, nearly chocking on his tea. The two were inside of the room of requirement, visiting Canis. It was a couple of days later and Annabeth had finally gotten her friend alone.

A napkin appeared out of midair, and Vaisey wiped the tea off of the carpet.

Annabeth said, "Seriously, what is it with you British people and tea?"

Aleron gave her an incredulous look. "What do you mean?" he took a sip. "It's not just us, tea is a wide-spread drink. Everybody drinks it. I mean, come on, don't tell me that you never drink tea in the States."

"Only if I dump an entire bottle of honey in it first," she replied.

Her Slytherin companion looked at her in disgust. "But that defeats the whole - - never mind. I'm still not going to do it. There is not a force on this earth that will make me sink to the level of that scum!"

"But - -"

"NO! I am not apologizing to the Weasel for singing that song. He had it coming to him. And, even you have to admit, it was kind of catchy."

"Hmm . . ." said Annabeth thoughtfully, "I seem to remember last time I asked you to speak to somebody that you considered below you, the two of you became best friends."

His cheeks turned red. "Rose is different. - - Hey, Canis, stop it!" the little dog had begun to chew up the napkin. He ripped it out of the dog's mouth.

Annabeth looked at the dog. "You know," she said, "you can't keep him here forever."

"And why not?"

"Well, eventually, you're going to have to bring him home. If not for Christmas, then most certainly for summer. What I'm saying is, you need to train him so that he can pass the test. Then you won't have the Ministry on your back, and you get to keep the dog. It's a win-win situation. Besides, all you have to do is teach him to behave around muggles. That should be easy enough."

Vaisey wanted to argue, but he had to admit it made sense. "Fine," he mumbled.

Annabeth's watch beeped. "I have to go meet Seamus in the library." She stood up to leave and then turned around at the last second. "Oh, and when I get back from Thanksgiving vacation, you are going to be apologizing to Ron and I will see it happen."

Vaisey groaned.

That's right, kids! Annabeth's going back to Camp Half-Blood for Thanksgiving. This should be interesting.

HP fact: The awkward hug between Voldemort and Draco Malfoy is Deathly Hallows part 2 was not in the script.

Random fact: A baby platypus is called a puggle.

BONUS PJO fact: The character Percy Jackson is based off of Haley, Rick Riordan's son who has ADHD and Dyslexia.