Chapter 9: Classes and Arses
Author Note: I'd like to add, that I recently found out that Dorea and Charlus Potter are not Actually Harry's Grandparents, that's actually Euphemia and Fleamont Potter. Unfortunately, I found this out too late. Dorea and Charlus are considered "Fandom Grandparents"
Great Hall
(Harry's POV)
"Okay everyone, here are your timetables," Professor Sprout shouts, using her wand to levitate the timetables to us. On the other long tables, the other Head of Houses were doing the same. "Now, I'm sure many of you will notice that your timetable is quite odd this year. Instead of sharing most of your classes with the Ravenclaws, you'll be sharing them with the Slytherins. The decision was made by the Headmaster, so I don't want to hear any moaning."
"Hey, Nev," I address Neville, who was picking up some bacon, "Did you... Get a weird dream last night?" Neville's face paled a bit, before relaxing.
"Did you get one too? I saw you casting a spell when I woke up."
"Yeah, that was the Tempus spell. It tells the time." I answer, "So, what was your dream?"
"It was weird... I saw Professor Quirrel and-"
"Professor Quirrel?" I cut off. My parents didn't tell me about that teacher. Must be new.
"Yeah, he's the guy with the purple turban. He's the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Neville answers, before continuing, "Anyway, the dream was weird. It was like glimpses of the future or something! It showed Professor Quirrel shouting, one of the other professors grabbing his arm and then ended with an orange stone floating stone and a green light! That's when I woke up"
That... didn't seem like an ordinary dream. It was like a dream a demigod would have. I know Annabeth has had one once. Something to do with a giant statue and spiders. Though from what I hear, every Athena kid gets one like that. I wonder if Neville has some godly blood on him. I should research on the Longbottom family. Maybe that'll give me some answers.
"So, you said you had a dream? What was it about?" He asked.
"Oh... uh... Nothing like yours!" I lied. He can't know about it. Though I doubt he'll believe me. "It was about the Giant Squid grabbing me from the boat."
"Haha! From what I hear, the squid is big enough to destroy the Great Hall!" Neville exclaimed. Somehow, I doubt that. I mean Neville seems kinda gullible.
"Anyway, we should get going." I said, noticing the rest of the students filing out.
Charms
"Good Morning everyone! I'm Professor Flitwick!" Said the high-pitched professor, "Welcome to Charms. Charms is a type of magic spell concerned with enchanting an object to behave in a way that isn't normal for that object." The professor shows his wand, and flicks it in pattern, until suddenly everyone's bags were floating in the air, "As you can see, what I've just used is the levitation charm, though we won't be learning it until later on this week."
He walks up to a chalkboard and stands up on a pile of books, "Today, we shall be learning about the Lumos charm." The professor flicks his wand and suddenly a bright light appears at its edge, "This is the easiest spell a wizard can learn, because, as you can see on the board, it requires very little wand movement, as its main component is pushing magic to the tip of your wand. Now, start practicing and anyone who's finished can demonstrate to the class."
As everyone stands up, I put my hand in the air. Professor Flitwick looks at me, signalling me to speak "Sir, I already know this charm"
"Do you now, Mr Potter?" The small professor asked, intrigued.
"Yes, Lumos" I said, forcing my magic into my wand, casting a large, brilliant light, "Oh and since we're on the topic, Lumos Maxima" The ball of light at the tip of my wand, grew even larger, encompassing half the room. "Nox" I cast, dispelling the light. I look to the rest of the students, where my fellow Hufflepuffs had the looks of awe and pride on their faces, whilst the Slytherin's contained resentment and loathing.
"15 points to Hufflepuff for top-notch spell work!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed. "Now, Mr Potter, could you kindly help your classmates with their spells. Why, your mother had talent in charms just like you!"
I smiled at the comment, refraining from telling him that it was in fact my mum, who had trained me.
"Hey, Harry, could I get a bit of help here?" I hear Neville ask.
"Yeah, sure Nev, what's the problem?"
"Well, I'm pushing my magic through, but my wand isn't letting me!" He shouts, waving his wand.
"Huh. That's weird." I stare at his wand, carefully, "When did you get it? Sometimes the wand decides it doesn't like its user after a month or so."
"Oh, my gran gave it to me a couple weeks ago. It used to be my Dad's!" He said cheerfully.
I silently groan at this revelation before shouting out, "Professor, we have a problem here!"
"What's the matter, Mr Potter?" He asks, rushing to me.
"Neville's using his Dad's wand" I answer.
"Oh, that is indeed quite the problem." The professor ponders for a moment before saying "Mr Longbottom, you wouldn't mind coming with me in the evening. I believe you have no classes then."
"Uh... yes?" Neville answers visibly confused. After the professor leaves, Neville turns to me, "What was that about?"
"Your wand. It's not yours, it's your fathers." I answered. Though realising that Neville didn't get what I mean, I further explained, "The wand chooses the wizard, not the other way around. It's possible that you and the wand maybe somewhat connected through your father making it usable, but unless you get a wand of your own, you'll be as weak as a squib"
"Oh..." He said downtrodden, "It's the only thing left of my Dad though"
I look at him pityingly, before saying, "Which is why it should be put up on a wall, on display to show everyone how great your dad was!"
Neville lightened up at this and continued practicing with the wand. Eventually, he was able to create a small, faint light, which was remarkable considering he wasn't using his own wand. Something tells me, that Neville is going to be quite powerful in a few years. Though considering he's the Boy-Who-Lived, that should be a no-brainer.
I continue helping others around the class, which lead to everyone eventually being able to do it. That's when the door banged open, revealing the Weasley boy, dripping wet, covered in dirty water from head to toe. And with how red his face was, I was surprised the water wasn't steaming off.
"Mr Weasley! What in Merlin's name, happened!" The professor asks, shellshocked.
"S-sorry sir!" Weasley nervously shouts, "I slept in a bit, and the next thing I know, I bloody wet! The water won't dry off and the stairs kept keeping me from reaching the corridor!"
Flitwick walks up to the red boy and examines his... state. A look of realisation hits is face, and the short professor waves his wand, forcing all the water to lift from Weasley's robes and form a little ball of dirty water. Whilst the students were looking in awe at the magic, I notice how the blonde boy from yesterday, Ralfoy, I think, was laughing and high-fiving another Slytherin. Odd.
Flitwick tells the red head that he'll have to come back after dinner to catchup on the lesson, to which the rest of the class chuckles.
Needless to say, our first lesson in school was actually pretty fun. Hopefully, the other classes don't disappoint!
History of Magic
Looks like I jinxed myself. Lucky me.
A ghostly professor, drones in front of his students. We try to stay awake, but it was as if he was blessed by bloody Hypnos! When we had come in, he told us all to sit down and started talking. Not a single bit of introduction.
He started talking about Goblin wars, and their danger. Thank Olympus Demeter already told me about them!
Many students were playing around, some throwing paper balls at one another. At the back of the room, the Weasley boy was snoring out loud in his sleep, constantly mentioning some kind of food in between.
It was a miracle that I had brought a self-writing quill with me. It quickly and neatly copied every single word the dead professor said to a T. It was banned in other classes, but considering the substandard teaching this professor is doing, it's unsurprising that he wouldn't notice.
As the class finishes, the ghostly professor sinks down to the floor, presumably to sleep. Can ghosts even sleep?
"No wonder his name is Professor Binns!" I shout in frustration, "His lessons are trash!" Neville and Susan both chuckle at my rant, and we started talking as we headed to Transfiguration. I also noticed, that as we walked the corridors, students continuously pointed their eyes at Neville, indiscreetly whispering about his scar. Poor guy, it'd be enough to drive anyone mad.
Transfiguration
As we take our seats, I notice that the professor wasn't here yet. On the desk at the front was a black cat, who's sharp grey eyes pierced through us.
In rushed the Weasley boy, who looked around, and sighed in relief, "Thank Merlin that the professor isn't here yet!" The boy walks up to us, with 'swagger' though it was more resembled the time that Miranda Gardiner ate Laxatives by accident thanks to the Stoll twins. Poor girl was at the furthest point away from the toilets within the camp. That was also when Mr. Chiron banned Medicinal products without his approval.
"Oi, Nev!" He smiled, with non-existent familiarity, "Come and sit with me, mate!"
"Uh... No thanks, I'd rather sit with Harry" Neville responded, which warmed my heart a bit.
"Why would you! He's the heir of Slytherin!" The red head shouts, "He's a slimy snake! You're the Boy-Who-Lived! You can't be with friends with him! You should be with friends with a proud Gryffindor like me!"
Everyone within the class looked at Weasley with utterly shocked faces, so did I.
"Are...Are you mentally challenged, by chance?" I ask, causing everyone to laugh. Though to be honest, the question was genuine.
"No? Why?" He asks.
"Because you're in Slytherin?" I responded in confusion.
"Oh, I don't need worry about that! Mum'll sort it all out with the Headmaster!"
Suddenly, the cat that was on the desk was replaced by the elderly, stern witch from yesterday. Professor McGonagall.
"Mr Weasley, that'll be 25 points from Slytherin for coming in late, insulting another student, not bothering to listen or remember what Mr Potter said at the feast yesterday and being in denial of your house" She says sternly, "Now, I think it'd be wise if you sit down at the front, where I can keep an eye on you."
"Now, that everything is sorted, let us begin" She says. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She makes eye contact with each and every one of us.
Afterwards we started writing several parchments worth of notes, though it was easier for me with what I was writing. Mainly because, it wasn't a quill
"Mr Potter, may I see that quill?" The professor asks, in which I complied. She examined the quill for a minute before casting her wand over it, making it revert into a black, ballpoint pen. "You made quite a good glamour, Mr Potter, for your age. When you get older, it should be more effective. Now please tell me why you are using a muggle utensil?"
"Because, Professor, the pen is far superior to the quill" Many pure bloods around the room, including Neville, gasped at the thought of a muggle invention being better than anything a wizard had, "It's far smoother, it has grip so that the handwriting is steadier, the ink is already in the utensil so one does not have to refill it and most importantly, it looks cooler." Many of the Half-blood and Muggleborn students nodded in agreement, thus signifying their large amount of common sense and intelligence. After all, they agreed with me! What kind of person wouldn't agree with me!
"As if a Mudblood trinket could ever surpass a quill!" The voice of irrationality came from a seat behind me. He sat with a smug expression on his face, fingering his quill, which had an ostrich feather on it. His blonde hair reminded me instantly of who he was. Who could ever forget that ridiculous name?
"Oh, really Darco Ralfoy?" I counter, "Why don't we put it up to a test? First person to write down the paragraph written on the board on a blank parchment, wins!" The professor hands me back my pen, amused most likely. I point it at Darco, as though it was a wand, "So do you accept?"
"Fine then!" He responds pridefully, "Why don't we make it interesting? Let's say... the loser listen to the winner's commands for the rest of the school year. We can make an oath!" By Zeus! This guy is so in for it! How is he even in Slytherin? He's as cunning as a 5-year-old hedgehog! "And the name's Draco Malfoy!"
"Mr Po-" McGonagall starts before I interrupt her.
"I, Harry James Slytherin Potter, Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter, Peverell, Black and Slytherin, do hereby challenge Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Noble House of Malfoy, to a contest that follows the conditions laid out earlier! So Mote It Be." I chant, emphasising the Noble part.
Visibly shaken, but probably to prideful, Malfoy repeated the sentiment, "I, Draconis Lucius Malfoy, Heir to the Noble House of Malfoy, hereby accept the contest and its conditions. So Mote It Be!"
"That will be 10 points each from Hufflepuff and Slytherin!" The professor shouts, "Unfortunately, I cannot stop this, thus, please finish your contest quickly."
"Will do, professor." I look around the room to see many of the students shocked, though the Muggleborns were confused, "For those who don't know what just happened, I challenged Draco to contest of speed, mobility and neatness to decide what is better, the Quill or the Pen. But since we used an oath to do it, the loser has no choice to but to listen to the other for the rest of the year, else they will forfeit their magic" The Muggleborns of the class gasped in shock, though it was understandable. "Alright Malfoy, let's get on with it."
We both walk to the front of the room, sitting down at the two centre desks. I click my pen, Malfoy dips his quill, and Professor McGonagall (reluctantly) gives us a countdown, though still quite bothered.
"On your marks, Ready, Set, and Go!"
My pen clashes against the parchment, as I write as best as I can. I stare at board for a few seconds, memorising the paragraph, before setting off again. Practice with a scythe and wand had made my wrist flexible over the years, giving me an advantage. As the final sentences are written, Malfoy, in fit of rush, spills his ink all over his parchment.
"I guess, I won" I said, writing the final full stop.
"Yes, now as terms dictate, Mr Malfoy has to listen to Mr Potter for the rest of the school year." She says exasperated, "But I will be giving both of you a detention for Friday night, for creating a ruckus in class. And Mr Potter, do be merciful on Mr Malfoy"
I shrugged at the detention. From what dad told me, they weren't that bad. I look at the Malfoy boy, his face red in anger, muttering something about his father.
"Now, everyone, take your wands out and pick a match. Today, we will be turning it into a needle." She announced.
I pick up a match and take it back to my desk. I remembered the Transfiguration tutoring from Dad. Magic is about intent, not the power in your wand. I look around the other students, many of whom were having no luck in changing the match. I point my wand at the match, thinking of everything I know about matches and needles, and then imagining the outcome. "Verto" I say. The match, starts growing a little longer and greyer until it reached a shining silver colour, and instead of being a cuboid, it became thinner and rounder. And finally, it turned into a needle.
"Interesting, Mr Potter." Professor McGonagall says behind me, "It's quite rare when a person doesn't do an instantaneous transfiguration. 5 points to Hufflepuff!" She then looks to the rest of the class, "Now, everyone, what Mr Potter just did was a gradual transfiguration. This is when instead of changing the object in an instant, you use the spell to slowly transfigure the properties of the object. For example, changing the wood property into steel. Now, whilst it is slow, it is far easier, though it would require an understanding of each objects and imagination. Gradual Transfigurations are mostly used on large objects." She then turns to me again, "Mr Potter, could you do an instantaneous Transfiguration for me, just to make sure?"
I nodded, "Verto". The needle reverts into match again, wooden, cuboid and short. I point my wand at the object again and chanted "Verto" causing it to turn into a needle.
"Spectacular, Mr Potter! 5 points to Hufflepuff." She then looks at me warmly, "Your father was quite gifted in this subject too, Mr Potter." Well, he did teach me it.
After class had ended, I looked at Draco Malfoy, who had his match as long as a needle, but was still made of wood. His face was red in anger. "Hello there, Heir Malfoy!" I greeted cheerily.
"Hello Heir Potter" He said, gritting his teeth.
"Want some help?" I ask, with a friendly tone.
"Fine." He grudgingly accepts. Though he probably thought he couldn't decline since he was now my servant. "Verto!" and in less than a second, a wooden needle appeared, though more accurately, a splinter.
"Hmmm... You have a problem with substance, but your shaping is great." I comment, "Try turning it into iron now. Imagine something that belongs to that's made of it. And this time, say it with less force and more fluidity. It's Verto, not Vert-o."
"What good is that going to do, Potter" He questions, saying the last word as though it was poison.
"Just try it." I tell him.
"Fine. Verto" He casts. The wooden needle was replaced with a normal one. "Merlin! It worked!"
"You're welcome, but I'm Harry, not Merlin" I joked, "You should practice transfiguring separate properties until you can do it all at once" I leave the classroom, whistling to myself, happy with doing my good deed for the day.
"Hey! Potter!" Malfoy shouts just out of the classroom door, "Thanks". Surprised, I nod in response, before walking away. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would admitted he needed help.
Herbology
Ah, Herbology at last. It sucks that it was near the end of the week though. The class that I was anticipating for the most! On the way to the green house, I saw another class heading out of it. It was the Ravenclaw and the Gryffindor first years.
"Hey! 'Mione!" I shout calling for her. She immediately notices me and heads over. Immediately, I notice that she had a Poppy in her pocket. Wonder where, or who she got it from.
"Hello Harry! Did you just have your fourth lesson of Charms? How was it!?" She asked excitedly. We often talked to each other in the Great Hall, and since the Ravenclaw table was next to us, Neville, Susan and I all talked with Hermione. From what she's told me, she read ahead pretty far through the books than the other first years. It also turned out that the other Ravenclaw's had done the same. Guess that's why they're in that house.
"It was alright, 'Mione" I answer, "It mostly just theory and practice with Lumos" Theory was pretty boring, mainly because Mum had drilled it into my head. The one time I had skipped a theory lesson with her, was the time I learned that ghosts could drag people by the ear.
"Oh" She said, downtrodden, "I have Charms next. I was hoping we could learn a new spell."
"If you want, I can teach you and a couple others some of the spells we'll learn this year?" I offered, as the idea crept up my mind. "Though, I have no idea where we could do it."
"We can do it in the Ravenclaw common room!" Hermione shouts, "It's the only House that lets other houses inside, though it has to be for learning purposes only"
"That's a great idea! I'll tell the others. We can start this Sunday"
"Great!" She looked at the rest of her class who were heading into the castle, "Bye!"
"Bye" I wave.
I walk into the green house, where I see my Head of House standing with gloves on.
"Well now that everyone is here," She started, "Welcome to Herbology! Here, we will be learning how to take care of plants and harvest them if need be. Now, can everyone put on their Dragon Hide Gloves for me?" I put my hand in my pocket, taking out a pair of Norwegian Ridgeback Hide Gloves. It's probably one of the best hides to use, second to the Ukrainian Iron Belly. Suddenly, a question pops into my head.
"Professor Sprout?" I ask, raising my hand.
"Yes, Mr Potter?" She responds kindly.
"Do you come from a long line of Herbologists? Or were you ancestors just really hopeful?"
The professor lets out a boisterous laugh, "Haha, You're the first student who's ever asked me that in my 25 years of teaching!" She said, "Well to answer that, I got the Sprout from my husband, who's family are actually from a long line of notable Herbologists, but my Maiden Name was Pomona Belua, and my family are renowned for monster hunting, though I prefer a green house, rather than the Sahara! Now, let's get on!" We all looked in shock, absorbing the knowledge that the professor was from a monster hunting family. Well, at least we know that we'll be safe from monsters.
"Now, for this lesson we will be learning the properties of Blossom Vine and how to grow it. Blossom Vine," She pulls out a long green plant, it had all sorts of flowers on it, roses, petunias and even lilies, "Is a Mediterranean Plant which originates from Greece. As you can obviously see, it's a green plant that contains a plethora of flowers. Now, the Blossom Vine, since it is from warmer climates can only be grown within a greenhouse inside Britain. This is the same for other such plants. The Blossom Vine requires constant watering and very fertile soil. Now, usually this plant would be taught to you in your fourth year, but I decided that we should have a fun first lesson" She said cheerily, "Now if you look at this one, I'm holding now, you can see that it has a lot of flowers you can buy at a shop. This is because it's a common Blossom Vine, which hold day to day plants such as roses and even Aloe Vera. The rarer one's have mandrake leaves and Murtlap. And the rarest Blossom Vines, which are also the largest, contains Eden Apples, Freyja Tears, and many more. As such, these vines are incredibly expensive and very, very rare. We managed to get this one thanks to my brother finding seeds when he was hunting a Drakon."
"Now, regarding the properties of Blossom Vine. As you can see here, Blossom Vine hosts many different types of flora which can be used for all sorts of purposes. For example, Aloe Vera," She points to a plant with sharp leaves, "Can be used to heal scars and give nutrients to the skin. And, as soon as you take one item off the Vine," She then plucks of a rose, "You'll have to wait a week for another one to grow." She then hands out a sheet of parchment to each of us, "For the remainder of the lesson, you will be given a quiz, the one with the most answers correct, will be allowed to pick off whatever they want off the Blossom Vine." A lot of the students started muttering, I could even hear one saying they wanted to get a rose so they can give it to a 6th year girl. I'm pretty sure that the girl would rather get arrested than accepting the rose.
Using my disguised pen, I started answering the quiz in quick succession. It wasn't that hard, since I was a child of Demeter. I looked at Neville, who was keeping up the same pace as I. Honestly, with Neville, he might be either a fellow child of Demeter (or Pan maybe, but last time I checked, he didn't look half goat), or he might be using his Boy-Who-Lived powers, or he's just... a regular Herbology prodigy. Nah.
"Done" I said, in unison with Neville. Huh, that's pretty cool. I never though anyone that wasn't a Demeter kid would be able to be as fast as me.
Professor Sprout takes both quizzes, and analyses them, before a smile grew on her face, "Splendid! Not only did you two beat the quiz in record time, but you've also both gotten full marks! It looks like I have two prodigies in my house!" She said proudly, "Since it's a tie, you may both pick a plant of the vine!"
We walk up to the colourful plant, gloves on of course. We both touch it at the same time, but suddenly, the Blossom Vine was entrapped in a bright green glow, it grew larger and bigger, until it was replaced with a vine that contained large white apples, tear shaped fruits and golden roses.
"Merlin's Saggy Balls" Professor Sprout swore, "I don't know what one earth just happened, but... right before you students, is the rarest of all Blossom Vines. Also known as the... Full Bloom Vine." Everyone gasped in shock, "I'm going to have to send some letters. Mr Longbottom, Mr Potter, you can take one of the plants if you wish, though do be careful with them. The plants and fruit there are beyond rare. Class is over!" I look at the Full Bloom Vine, wondering which one I should pick. Thanks to my Demeter powers, I knew what each plant was and their property. I look at Neville, who reached his hand out grabbing the tear shaped fruits, known as Freyja's Tears. The Tears had the ability to heal any ailment though they were so rare that people weren't even sure they could heal any ailment since there wasn't enough. Good choice Nev. I decided to grab the white apples. These were Eden Apples. They had the ability to increase the magical core of a person and make them even more magically powerful. There were only four trees that grow these fruits in the world, well the ones that weren't owned by Olympus.
As Neville and I headed out of the greenhouse, leaving a distraught and fascinated Professor, Neville pulled my sleeve and said, "Harry. There's something I need to ask you..." He looked nervous. More so than our first meeting. I nodded in response. What was the matter? He bit his lip before opening his mouth again, "H-Harry, are you... are you a demigod" He stared straight into my eyes, to see if I would lie.
My face filled with shock, surprise, and a bid of excitement. Another Demigod! "You're a demigod too!? I suspected it! I didn't know there were any others this far away"
Relief washed over his face, "Oh phew, I was worried that things were about to get awkward!" He chuckled, "And what do you mean you 'didn't know there were any others this far away'? There's a secret club for demigods! I think it's run by Angelina Johnson, a child of Bast. It suits her"
"Bast?" I ask, nervously. I don't think I've heard of a god or goddess by that name.
"Yeah, Egyptian Goddess of Cats and Victory! Suits her. Professor McGonagall is her favourite teacher" Neville chuckled, "And I'm a child of Freyr, who's the Norse God of Fertility, Nature and Summer. How about you?"
I felt my skin pale. What was happening? "Egyptian? Norse? Wh-What are you talking about? There's only one pantheon. Right?"
He looked at me in confusion. "No? There's a lot of them. Japanese, Egyptian, Norse, and more! Why something wrong?"
"I go to a camp for half-bloods, demigods like me. But it's only one pantheon!" I shout.
"Wow! so you're either one a Roman or Greek Demigod!" He responds, "From what I hear, Hogwarts hasn't had one of those in over a century! You lot barely have any magicals unless they're a child of Hecate or Trivia, and even that doesn't really count! You guys just stay in your camps and fight monsters!"
"Wha-"
"Look, we'll explain it to you at the club, okay?" He says gently, "It's on Saturday afternoon. I think you need think about some stuff." With that, he leaves me to my thoughts.
So, there are multiple pantheons. Did Chiron know? Did Demeter know too? Who am I kidding, of course they did. They're immortals! How could they keep such a huge secret from us!
'My boy, the gods are fickle in their behaviour. One moment they are kind and loving, the next, they are deceitful and sly. You could the champion of Olympus, and they will still ensnare you in their Web of Lies.' Mr K again. Does he hate the gods? Maybe that's why Demeter warned me against him.
'Oh really? I don't know...' I communicate, 'Let me try something first, Mr K'
'Be my guest!' He laughed. Ugh, that was disconcerting.
I go run far away from the castle, making sure no one could see me. "Aguamenti!" I cast, causing a torrent of water to shoot through my wand (AN: NO! GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER!). "Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering" Quickly, a rainbow appeared. I pick a drachma from a coin pouch that the goblins had given me and threw it into the rainbow, whilst saying "Chiron, Camp Halfblood!" The rainbow started shimmering, and soon an image of a brown bearded man appeared.
"Ah, Harry! How's everything in Scotland! It's been over a century since I was last there!" Chiron said.
"Weather's dreadful, prats are everywhere, and now Norse, Japanese, Egyptian and Roman gods are a thing" I said plainly. Chiron, had the decency to look guilty, at least.
"Child, I did it because I swore an oath. As did the rest of the gods. We swore that we would never tell a Greek halfblood of the other pantheons, until they found out for themselves."
"Why?"
"Have you ever heard of World War Two?" He asked. I felt my face pale, "Exactly. You see child, World War 2 was fought on multiple levels. The Mortal side, who were fighting against Hitler, The Wizarding side, who fought Grindelwald, and The Demigod Side, which was a civil war. Roman Demigods fought against the Greek Demigods, Then the Norse Demigods joined the Romans, whilst the Japanese and Egyptians joined the Greeks. More Demigods from other pantheons kept joining until it was an all-out bloodbath. The demigod population worldwide had been cut in half. Eventually, every single god, whether they be minor or major, had a meeting, which led to the mass memory wiping of every single demigod. Every single immortal, god or not, had to swear multiple oaths. One from different pantheons."
I can't believe what I was hearing. It makes sense. Especially with what happened at the bank. It explains what happened to cause the Big Three to swear off children. This means I can't tell anyone at camp... Wait.
"Hey, Chiron. Since I am not part of the oath, does that mean I can tell the demigods at the camp and at Hogwarts?" I ask inquisitively.
"Yes. You can!" Chiron chuckles, "Now, you must forgive me, but I do believe that the Stoll twins have glued the pages of Annabeth's books together." In the background, I hear multiple screams and cheers.
"It looks like I'll have to get a suit for the funeral" I joked.
"Indeed. Goodbye, and do try not to cause trouble"
"Can't promise anything!" And with that, the rainbow disappeared, and I walk back to the castle. With a whole lot to think about.
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Author Notes: Sorry this took so long to right. I've been busy revising for my prelims. By the way, I was wondering if you lot still want to keep the ship as LunaXHarry, or wanna change it? I'm partial to the current one but if you wanna change that ship, then review or PM me (Though, no HarryXHermione). Alright! Bye!