Lightning Shocks to Reality

A/N: (music) It's been a looong time, without you my friend (Wiz Khalifa) Heh I didn't have many reviews in the other chap, probably because everyone forgot I existed lmao.

Hey guys, so it's been a while…high school…aye…anyways, I'm here, and that's what matters :3 ONE OF MY FRIENDS HAS BEEN SO DOWN lately and I wanna make her feel better so bad bc she's reminding me of me first quarter ahh. But she's got a bf so she's feeling better now :3 I don't really like her bf even if he's my friend bc he's a player and goes way too fast w/girls so Ana be keeping an eye on that relationship.

Thanksgiving Break yay! :3 TURKEYTURKEY. IMMA WATCH HARRY POTTER ALL BREAK. Now, this chap was originally written a long time ago, but I decided to post it before the other chap (which still needs finishing), which is not what I intended, but planning's for the weak ;)

1) Election. I'm anti-trump, so. Canadians? ANYONE? Take me! TAKE MEEEEEEE.

2) I'm seeing Fantastic Beasts this Saturday with my BFF's eep! THIS ALSO MEANS that if ANYONE SPOILS THE MOVIE FOR ME, I will NOT BE FIXING DRALINA :):) Oh, yes. I WENT THERE.

Enjoy the next chapter of, 'The Meaning of Life!' :)

(PS WARNING: this chapter has NO Lina POV. Let's give Draco some spotlight ;))

CHB

Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Anne sit around the fireplace. "So, as you know, you'll all be going to Hogwarts in two days' time."

"A week's time before I can kick the ass of Draco Malfoy," corrects Thalia.

"I'd feel sorry for Malfoy…but I don't," says Anne.

"Anyways," Chiron says. "You must be careful. You cannot go shouting under the sun that you have connections with Lina. You have to play an indifferent mask whenever she's mentioned. I don't know if getting revenge on any possible exes of hers counts under that category or not, but I wouldn't."

"Still getting revenge on the ex," says Thalia, and Percy and Anne nod in agreement.

"What does it matter?" asks Annabeth, "We've been seen too many times around Lina in fifth year. What I've seen in fifth year is that there'll be many disappearances over the next year, but this disappearance will not pass. Practically half, no, most of the school looks up to Harry Potter. Lina has a great reputation at Hogwarts as well. If we renounce the connections, will it really matter?"

Chiron leans forward and says, "Not by the new regime. You're safe. For now. Hecate shall come on the day you go to re-bless you with powers. I wish you best of luck."

"And I wish you the best in stopping me from creating the 'Destroy Malfoy 9000' plan," mutters Thalia.

"There are far worse things than that," sighs Annabeth, shaking her head.

"Lights go out and I can't be saved,

Tides that I tried to swim against,

You've put me down upon my knees,

Oh I beg, I beg and plead

...

(Am I)

A part of the cure,

or am I a part of the disease

...

And nothing else compares"

...

-Clocks by Coldplay

Draco

"Another year," sighs Blaise Zabini.

"Of war," retorts Draco.

"Oh stop being such a Debbie-Downer," retorts Blaise.

"Draco has a point," pipes up Daphne. "I doubt Hogwarts will be the same, with Dumbledore gone and You-Know-Who having control the place won't be safe anymore. Plus, Muggle-borns aren't allowed here anymore," she whispers the last part.

Draco had tried to banish all thoughts of the brunette witch that had haunted him in his dreams all summer, but failed. He did get that little real-life glimpse of her as well as the rest of the Quartette in Tottenham, and that could only mean one thing:

They were on the run.

"I know what you're thinking about," Blaise says solemnly, "And I have bad news about it too. Look, Harry Potter's now the most wanted person in Britain. Hermione Granger is a muggleborn, and we know it's not safe for them. Now, do you think Lina Quimby is a) here at Hogwarts without her close friends or b) with them outside of the school trying to keep them safe? Mind you it's dangerous for her as well. First of all, she's too close to Harry Potter. Secondly, no offense Draco, but she also doesn't know subtlety if it hit her in the face. She's way too outspoken on her beliefs to last even a day at this Hogwarts."

Daphne nods in agreement next to her boyfriend, "I'll bet you a hundred galleons that the entire Golden Quartette won't show their faces here," she says solemnly, "Never thought I'd say this but even if I dislike them all even if I think Granger's a know-it-all, Weasley's too prejudiced, and Quimby and Potter have too much of a hero-complex for their own good…I'm worried about them."

Draco sighs. "I already know they're not showing up. Okay? I need air."

He steps out of the compartment and after taking a couple steps, his robes are tugged fiercely into an empty compartment and he stops himself from wincing. He turns around to see who it was—a little redheaded Ravenclaw second-year. He'd have guessed she were a first-year if it weren't for the fact she was already sorted and wore the sign marking her as a second. Her icy green eyes were glaring up at him as if he killed her puppy.

"What do you want Ravenclaw?" He sneers down at the girl.

"Do you remember me, Malfoy?" the girl asks coldly.

"I don't know who the hell you are, now out of my way," he snarls.

The girl sidesteps him once again, "Do you remember me?" She repeats in the same cold tone, "Don't make me hex you. Although I suppose I should've done that first thing…" she muses, pulling her wand out.

He pulls his own and glares down at her menacingly. "I'm not scared of some second year," he hisses. He suddenly remembers, "I happen to be the Head Boy."

Completely unfazed, the girl shrugs, "I honestly don't care. You hurt my family and I hurt you," she says in a singsong voice.

"I don't even know your family!" He snarls at her.

"Are you sure?" Before he could even react the girl yells, "FURNUNCULUS!"

The girl stands around indifferently and starts nibbling on an Every Flavored Bean as Draco crumples to the floor. "Ooh. Cherry flavored! And also I managed a fourth year spell!" she beams as Draco bellows curse words on the floor. Who the hell did she think she was? What girl hexes someone and giggles about it?

Draco glares at the girl when the duration of the boiling hex finally ends, "I'm going to give you a week's detention for that," he spits at her, "I thought the Ravenclaws were the ones with sense."

The girl keeps her wand outstretched, glares at him and snarls, "Are you really going to give me a detention? My name is Anneliese Rose Prior," she enunciated every syllable, "However, I go by Anne. Do you remember me?"

Anne—the name Anne ringed a bell.

"Do you remember a redhead first year that hung around your supposed lover?" The girl continues coolly, "Do you remember a little girl that accompanied Lina to Diagon Alley four years ago? As I said—you hurt my family, and I hurt you. I'm a little hurt by Lina, in fact, that you don't know who I am. Didn't she ever mention me while she spent sixth year sneaking around just so she could kiss the life out of you? Aphrodite's daughter? Her younger half-sister?" she says mockingly, "Of course, then I spent the summer with her, you know, before she disappeared on us. I know personally how much you had a toll on her."

"She, did, once or twice," he mutters, his bravado gone when he realized the girl's connection to Lina. Anne saw this, and her lips curl in a sneer worthy of Severus Snape's.

He was beginning to see the difference between Lina and Anne. When Lina was pissed, it was a large flash of anger and lashing out and hurt and it was over just like that. Like a burst of fire and lightning. However, Anne would keep her anger and emotions leashed—the girl who was master of eerily calm would drag it out slowly and painfully. Like…ice. Merlin, the girl could grow to be even scarier than her sister. That said something.

"Your detentions are cancelled." He seizes the girl's shoulders, "Look, Amy, you have to listen to me—"

"My name is An-ne."

"Anne—"

"Why should I?" Anne says coolly.

"Because I didn't mean any of it," he says firmly.

Anne considers him. She tosses him a sneer before she sits down on the couch of the empty compartment, "Prove it," she says icily.

"I swear on the River Styx," he says, noticing the look on Anne's face grow confused, then the look softened, then she grew even angrier than ever before, losing the eerily calmness completely.

"YOU ARSE!" she screeches. "YOU FAKE BROKE UP WITH HER?! Well NEWSFLASH, now she is somewhere on the bloody STREETS with Harry, Ron, and Hermione thinking you HATE HER!"

"I know, but I did it so—"

"They're the Golden Quartette. They're the primary targets! When Lina left, I decided to educate myself on the Wizarding War more to help her. And now I know it's not safe for basically anyone outspoken against the Death Eaters, which she is. I'm actually glad that Lina is in HIDING. Yes, it might be better if your relationship went quits, I understand your logic, but couldn't you two have just PRETENDED TO CALL IT QUITS?! Face it, she won't be at her full strength for the street-life knowing you hate her!"

"It was for the war—it was for the war!" He tells Anne, "Look, I love her, and it's not safe for her to be anywhere near me—"

"So why couldn't you have done what Harry Potter did to Ginny Weasley?" stammers Anne, "He told Ginny he loved her, he told Ginny he'd want to start later! You basically made Lina believe you hated her! Whether you ended it or not, she'd have been forced to do this. So, why make it worse for her? The Death Eaters didn't know about Harry and Ginny. They don't know about you two, do they?"

Draco gives Anne a look.

"Oh…they do…" falters Anne. "So you love her? Promise?"

"With my soul."

"You'd better be serious Malfoy," snarls Anne, getting in his face. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I must go convince somebody not to kill you."

"What the hell?"

"Oh, Thalia has a 'Destroy Malfoy 9000' plan. It's rather slow and painful."

"SHITE! THALIA? About like 5'7, slim, spiky hair, blue eyes, crazily protective of Lina? That Thalia? She can't hurt me, right? She isn't here…"

Anne smirks wickedly, "That's what you think." With that, she flounces out of the compartment smugly.

The Sorting starts, and Draco could see Amycus and Alecto Carrow sneer at anyone who was proclaimed '"GRYFFINDOR." Draco for the first time was glad Lina-flower wasn't here. But…where?

"Before we start our Feast, please welcome the exchange students who have come back from two years ago. They will be staying in the Houses they were Sorted in last time," Snape drawls, curling his lip. It was obvious Snape didn't want to welcome anybody.

Anne meets Draco's eye from where she was sitting with a group of Ravenclaw girls and smirks smugly as if she was saying 'I told you Thalia was coming.' He flips her off angrily, which only causes the infuriating girl to suppress snickers. His blood runs cold. He had bigger problems to worry about than Anne. Like—the fact Lina was out on the streets and Thalia was going to kill him.

Here lies Draco Malfoy.

1980-1997.

Death by extreme Lightning Shock.

Last quote: "I still loved you, Lina-flower"

"Well damn. I'm gonna die," mutters Draco under his breath.

"Die?" repeats Blaise.

"By the hands of Thalia," Draco confirms.

"Thalia?" Daphne looks confused, "Ohh…" She says in realization.

"Hey, she wants you, she gets through us," Blaise defends, and Daphne nods.

Percy, Annabeth, and Thalia enter the room, their faces stone-cold as they do so. Percy and Annabeth's hands were intertwined…and is that a ring? Longbottom and Ginny Weasley make room for Percy, and Anne's eyes light up as she beckons Annabeth to sit with her.

That leaves Thalia as she slowly makes her way over to the Slytherin table. Blaise and Daphne sat next to Draco defensively as she approaches. Much to Draco's dismay she clears her throat at the two fifth-year girls sitting across from him, "Could you scoot to the left please, if it's okay with you?"

The girls look behind them and quickly move over a space, so Thalia could sit right across from the three Slytherins.

"Let the feast begin."

"Well, if it isn't my favorite three Slytherins. Aren't you all happy to see me?" asks Thalia snidely.

"She's gonna drag the revenge out, isn't she?" mutters Blaise under his breath.

"Well, well, well, a year with the heartbreaker," she casts a look of pure loathing at Draco, "The follower of the heartbreaker," she sneers at Blaise, whose cheeks tinged red in anger. "And the girlfriend of said follower," she gives Daphne a once-over, and she huffs. "The reason girls become Hunters, aren't I going to enjoy this?" hums Thalia, looking directly at Draco before helping herself to a chicken leg.

"It's not Draco's fault!" Blaise defends hotly, angry at being called Draco's follower. "He had no choice—he still loves her—it would have been dangerous."

"And you are just too cute Zabini," says Thalia through gritted teeth. "It is dangerous either way. You think breaking up with Lina makes her safe? Right. Well, I think either way…she's on the streets. I've been on the streets before, Malfoy and Zabini. I was taking care of two little kids too," she chuckles bitterly. "Let me say here and now, it isn't safe. Not at all. She's traveling with a wanted wizard, isn't she?" asks Thalia, "She needs that energy. She needs to survive. Your ending it brings her stress."

"You lived on the streets?" blurts out Blaise.

Thalia gives him an angry look. "My personal life, is absolutely none of your damn business."

Draco moves to defend himself, to tell her that yes he does still love Lina-flower, but Daphne quickly cuts him off.

"Let's get to the point, are you going to lay off Draco?" she says haughtily, glaring at Thalia, "You heard it from Blaise. He still loves her. The Death Eaters know about—"

Thalia merely flicks her wrist, and Draco felt an intolerable pain of shock course through his body. It took a minute before it went away completely. "AH!" he exclaims, causing people from the Slytherin table to look at them. "I'm fine," muttered Draco. Thalia pretends to innocently eat her food until they all turn away. She then flicks her wrist again, and Daphne and Blaise feel the intolerable pain as well.

Thalia lets out a bark of laughter. "And you act like I give a damn if the Death Eaters know about it or not. Our lives are always in danger! Lina's life will always be dangerous no matter what. There's no need to make it more miserable. You want me to lay off him, Greengrass? Why I haven't even started yet. I don't give a damn if he still loves her, it doesn't change the fact she's on the streets thinking he hates her. I want Lina to stay away from him—forever."

With that she takes her plate and rises, choosing to sit at the opposite end of the table instead. "My arrival will be your worst nightmare."

"Yep. You're doomed," deadpans Blaise.

"They should give you an award because you're such a wonderful friend, Zabini," drawls Draco sarcastically.

"Where does she get that shock-thing from?" asks Daphne curiously.

"Well, she has…" trails off Draco, realizing his two friends know nothing about Thalia's and Lina's status as demigods...or that they exist. "…Thalia has wandless magic."

-Page breaker-

The Hufflepuff and Slytherin seventh-years watch wide-eyed as Amycus Carrow brings in a battalion of first-years into the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Today we will be practicing the Cruciatus," sneers Carrow, "These naughty firsties have received detention, and they will be punished. So…who'd like to go first?"

"That's barbaric!" screeches Thalia, several Hufflepuffs nodding firmly in agreement, "I'm not doing that." Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson's eyes shimmer with delight, but Draco and the other Slytherins' faces turn pale, stomachs churning at the mere thought.

"That was outlawed several centuries ago!" exclaims Susan Bones and then her voice went low. "Harry, Lina, Ron, and Hermione are not fighting for us so you can destroy children and ruin their school!"

Carrow's face turns red with rage at the mention of the four. "I'd think twice if I were you," sneers Amycus, "Dumbledore is no longer Headmaster. Potter, Quimby, Granger, and Weasley are as good as DEAD! You do not have Dumbledore's protection anymore. Now. Goyle, you start us off."

Draco flinches at the mention of Lina being 'as good as dead.'

As Goyle held his wand at the first year, he grins sadistically before he yells, "CRUCIO."

Draco, Blaise, and Daphne wince in pity as the first-year starts screaming. There was a reason Draco now was closer to Blaise and Daphne—Crabbe and Goyle were getting too dark for anyone.

"What has he become?" mutters Blaise, his voice strained. He and Daphne clutch each other's hands tightly.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning comes out of nowhere Amycus crumples to the floor, and so do Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson. "Help me round them up," Thalia quickly whispers to the Hufflepuffs, helping up the sobbing boy that Goyle tortured. The shaking first years crowded around them.

The Hufflepuffs round up all the first-years and leave the classroom comforting them, while Draco and the other Slytherins were watching, too wide-eyed to help anyone, that they'd be forced to do that.

Thalia turns to look directly at Draco, Blaise, and Daphne before she leaves. "If Lina were here…she'd never let this continue under her watch. Ever," she says in a deadly voice.

"It's what would get her killed," mutters Blaise under her breath. Thalia turns her head slowly to give him a murderous look. Blaise gulps.

"I'd rather die doing the right thing, then stay alive and do the wrong thing. I'm a hundred percent sure that's Lina's philosophy as well. You never deserved her. Ever," Thalia spits out scathingly before she leaves.

'Maybe Thalia has a point,' Draco thinks bitterly.

A/N: So, we set the scene in Hogwarts. There will be SOME Percabeth, but I'm kinda going to have Thalia and Draco share the spotlight when I write the Hogwarts scenes. It's just that Thalia's my PJO fav and Draco's my Harry Potter fav so you know I'm going to have some fun writing these Hogwarts scenes ;)

I'm going to do something I should've done long ago:

Anne: her name actually has two syllables, and the a is short—pronounced AH-NEH.

Lina: it's a long "i" not a short one bc my bff's reading my series and I just realized she's been using the short i for two years. And I'm like wtf—so it would be something like LEE-NA.

Leave it to Ana to ruin the headcanons! :3

I hope you liked the chapter :)

*REMEMBER. NO SPOILING FANTASTIC BEASTS OR YOU WILL NEVER EVER HAVE A FIXED DRALINA :):) I have gone through this week scrolling spoilers and I WILL continue. I want to walk in that cinema Saturday not knowing anything.

Please R&R :)

-Ana