A/N Wello there. I'm back. I never left. This chapter is long.

IMPORTANT. Lemme make a thing clear. At some point in Annabeth's POV you are going to see * that sign. And then you're going to see it again. What I wanna say is that the things going on in there were taken directly from the book. I put them in bcs there is also a little on how Annabthe thinks about the situation and I added some speaking my self. So the part that is in between those two signs doesn't appartain to me. It appartain so to J. K. Rowling.

Now go on, keep on reading. Hope you like it. Hehe.

Hermione POV

These Americans are a totally different amount of weird. First they tells us they use staffs instead of wands. Then they call each other weird names like Pinecone Face and Death Breath, I mean why? They sacrifice food for their religion. The Percy guy, when the sorting hat had sorted him, it had started screaming another whole bunch of weird things and he had paled, showing it was true. They wore their own shirts under the school robes.

I liked Annabeth alright, she was like me. She wanted to know more and more. She was the smart one of her group of friends. But then last night she had started muttering in her sleep about Percy leaving her. How obsessed can you be of your own boyfriend? Then she woke up with a scream. Thalia had started hugging her and trying to calm her down, her face wasn't the usual poker face, it was of pure sadness for the blond. Percy ran into the room and managed to calm her down. And then they went off to sleep together on a couch in the common room. How is all this not weird?

When I got into the common room thee two were still sleeping there, peacefully, in each other's arms. Thalia came down after me. We spotted Nico with Harry and Ron so we went to them.

"- hard to wake up!" Nico said. Then he noticed us and said, "good morning girls."

Thalia glared. "Or boys!" Nico said.

Thalia kept on glaring and Nico said, "stop giving me a death glare Sparky."

See, why Sparky?

Then Thalia took away her glare, "'morning boys!"

I was still looking at Percy and Annabeth, "isn't anyone going to wake them up?"

"We were just talking about that." Nico said. "The point is that Percy is really hard to wake. Thalia and Annabeth are the only ones who can."

Thalia grinned as she strolled over to them. She touched Percy's arm, was that electricity I saw. "Percy!"

He jumped in his seat. "What?"

Annabeth groaned as she too woke up. "Time?" She asked.

"About eight!" I said.

Her eyes widened, "oh my god, we're late. Percy go get dressed, meet you here in five minutes."

She then sprinted up to the girl's dormitory. Percy rubbed his arm where Thalia had grabbed him.

"You should stop doing that Thals!" He said as he too headed to change.

In a matter of five minutes, we were heading down to the great hall for breakfast, and they were handing out the time tables.

We sat and started eating as McGonagall started to hand out our timetables. The Americans again burnt some food and muttered something, I got just one name, 'Hecate'. At lunch I am going to the library to find out what it is.

I noticed that none of them got a timetable. "Why haven't you got any?" I asked.

"Oh Dumbledore said to follow you three as we like." Percy explained.

Another point to why these Americans are weird, they didn't have timetables, instead they followed us. Wait, they might be death eaters, but... I anyways shared my suspicions with Harry and Ron.

I turned from them and said, "might they be Death Eaters?"

Ron, who was in the process of chewing his food said, "yesss! I fink fo too."

I think he said, 'I think so too.' This is bad.

Before we could say anything more Annabeth asked, "what's our first lesson?"

"Potions!" I said gloomily. "With Professor Snape."

They scowled as to think what could be so bad.

We headed to the dungeons and I said, "it's with the Slytherins, he always favours his own house, and he has a grudge against Gryffindors since forever. It's annoying really."

Annabeth POV

Potions was very boring, and I didn't think I would have ever said this. Professor Snape's talking made you want fall asleep. Percy was dead the first five minutes in, Thalia and Nico soon followed and I was left there, trying not to fall asleep. Then when we had to do the actual potion, I rapidly woke up my lazy friends before Snape noticed they were sleeping.

Next was DADA. Defence Against the Dark Arts, with the ministry professor, Umbridge.

I sat next to Percy, Thalia next to Nico. Ron and Harry sat together and Hermione sat next to Parvati Patil.

Umbridge said, "good morning class!"

The class responded with 'morning's'.

"Tut tut, that won't do now will it." Umbridge said. "When I say good morning class, I would like you all to respond with, good morning professor Umbridge! Now, good morning class!"

The class chanted, "good morning professor Umbridge."

(Now here it starts.) *"There, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; apparently the order "wands away" had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. I anyways shoved my wand back inside my bag and pulled out quill, ink, and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:

Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles.

"Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her.

"The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory- centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please."

She rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course aims she said, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

"I think we'll try that again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply 'Yes, Professor Umbridge,' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," rang through the room.

"Good," said Professor Umbridge. "I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners.' There will be no need to talk."

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher's desk, observing them all with those pouchy toad's eyes. I turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory. As I glanced at Percy next to me his face was layered with disgust for the toad lady. He hadn't even opened his book. An he wasn't the only one.

Hermione hadn't opened her book either. She was staring fixedly at Professor Umbridge with her hand in the air.

Some students such as Harry looked at her questioningly, probably she never refused to read.

Seeing Harry look at her she merely shook her head slightly to indicate that she was not about to answer her questions, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking at another direction.

After several more minutes had passed, however, Harry and I were not the only one watching Hermione. The chapter they had been instructed to read was so tedious that more and more people were choosing to watch Hermione's mute attempt to catch Professor Umbridge's eye than to struggle on with 'Basics for Beginners.'

When more than half the class were staring at Hermione rather than at their books, Professor Umbridge seemed to decide that she could ignore the situation no longer.

"Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?" she asked Hermione, as though she had only just noticed her.

"Not about the chapter, no," said Hermione.

"Well, we're reading just now," said Professor Umbridge, showing her small, pointed teeth. "If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."

"I've got a query about your course aims," said Hermione. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows. Yes, you go Hermione. You would make Athena proud.

"And your name is-?"

"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.

"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully," said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness.

"Well, I don't," said Hermione bluntly. "There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells." That's a brave Gryffindor.

There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three course aims still written on the blackboard. Excluding us, I, Percy, Thalia and Nico. We exchanged looks and nodded to each other with a wicked smile on our face.

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. "Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"

"We're not going to use magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly.

"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr.-?"

"Weasley," said Ron, thrusting his hand into the air.

Professor Umbridge, smiling still more widely, turned her back on him. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands too. Professor Umbridge's pouchy eyes lingered on Harry for a moment before she addressed Hermione.

"Yes, Miss Granger? You wanted to ask something else?"

"Yes," said Hermione. "Surely the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?" She's got some guts talking like that to a teacher that comes from the ministry.

"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?" asked Professor Umbridge in her falsely sweet voice.

"No, but-"

"Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the 'whole point' of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new program of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way-"

"What use is that?" said Harry loudly. "If we're going to be attacked it won't be in a-"

Oh no. You don't need to be me as to realise that he's getting in trouble. This is going to make the whole 'mission' thing harder.

"Hand, Mr. Potter!" sang Professor Umbridge.

Harry thrust his fist in the air. Professor Umbridge promptly turned away from him again, but now several other people had their hands up too.

"And your name is?" Professor Umbridge said to someone I think is named Dean.

"Dean Thomas." Yes, I got it right.

"Well, Mr. Thomas?"

"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" said Dean. "If we're going to be

attacked, it won't be risk-free-"

"I repeat," said Professor Umbridge, smiling in a very irritating fashion at Dean, "do you expect to be attacked during my classes?"

"No, but-"

Professor Umbridge talked over him. "I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school," she said. You just did. An unconvincing smile stretching her wide mouth, "but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed- not to mention," she gave a nasty little laugh, "extremely dangerous half-breeds."

Half-breeds? Is that wha she calls half-bloods? If it is I'm going to strangle her on the spot.

"If you mean Professor Lupin," piped up Dean Thomas angrily, "he was the best we ever-"

"Hand, Mr. Thomas! As I was saying- you have been introduced to spells that have been complex, inappropriate to your age group, and potentially lethal. You have been frightened into believing that you are likely to meet Dark attacks every other day-"

"No we haven't," Hermione said, "we just-"

"Your hand is not up, Miss Granger!"

Hermione put up her hand; Professor Umbridge turned away from her. Mean.

"It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of you, he actually performed them on you-"

"Well, he turned out to be a maniac, didn't he?" said Dean Thomas hotly. "Mind you, we still learned loads-"

"Your hand is not up, Mr. Thomas!" trilled Professor Umbridge.

Me and my friends were just listening, looking at her with disgust. What could we say anyway? We hadn't been here the previous four years so what could we say to defend the previous teachers.

"Now, it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about. And your name is?" she added, staring at Parvati, whose hand had just shot up.

"Parvati Patil, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the countercurses and things?"

"As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions," said Professor Umbridge dismissively.

"You're just scared!" Thalia said. Her fist in the air. She looked deadly.

"And you are?" Inquired the Professor.

Thalia let her fist go down. "Thalia!" She said, daring her to ask her last name.

"Well Ms. Thalia what did you say?" She asked with her honey voice.

Thalia smiled calmly. "You're just scared that the students will find a way to overthrow you because you are too insecure of your own work. I quote and repeat, 'under carefully controlled examination conditions'."

Professor Umbridge just stared at her. So Thalia continued. "Listen, I haven't been here the past four years, so I can't compare your way of teaching with others but seriously, it's called 'Defence' against the dark arts, so we 'should' learn some actual defence."

Umbridge just ignored her. I saw Thalia fist bump Nico's.

The professor turned back to Parvati.

"Without ever practicing them before?" said Parvati incredulously. "Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?"

"I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough-"

"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, his fist in the air.

Professor Umbridge looked up, "this is school mr. Potter, not the real world," she said softly.

"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting out there?"

"There is nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter."

"Oh yeah?" Asked Harry, it seemed his temper was reaching boiling point.

"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?" Inquired Professir Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice.

"Hmm, let's think..." said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice, "maybe Lord Voldemort?"

Ron gasped; Lavender Brown uttered a little scream; Neville slipped sideways off his stool. Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Harry with a grimly satisfied expression on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."

The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Harry.

"Now, let me make a few things quite plain."

Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk.

"You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead-"

"He wasn't dead," said Harry angrily, "but yeah, he's returned!"

"Mr.-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-House-ten-points-do-not- make-matters-worse-for-yourself," said Professor Umbridge in one breath without looking at him. "As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie."

"It is NOT a lie!" said Harry. "I saw him, I fought him!"

"Detention, Mr. Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, 'Basics for Beginners.' "

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk again. Harry, how- ever, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half- scared, half-fascinated.

"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve, but Harry jerked his arm out of her reach.

"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?" Harry asked, his voice shaking.

There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, apart from Ron and Hermione, had ever heard Harry talk about what had happened on the night that Cedric had died. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbridge, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face.

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident," she said coldly.* (and here it ends, hehe, pls don't hate.)

Then the person I least wanted to stand up stood up, Percy said, "it was murder and you know it!"

Umbridge looked at him, "mr?"

"Jackson," he said, then he stepped closer to her. "You know, you're just too afraid to believe it. Voldemort is back, and if you don't do anything about it, he'll kill you all."

"Join Mr. Potter this evening, my office!" Great, he'd just gotten detention.

Percy sat back down, Harry though wasn't done, "why? Why are you so blind as to neglect the truth? Voldemort is back!"

"Come here Mr. Potter." She said softly.

Harry strode over to her desk, she started scribbling somethings on a piece of parchment and then she said, "take this to professor McGonagall." And she stretched out the piece of parchment to Harry, who took it and left the classroom.

But Percy wasn't done, he stood up again. "Percy sit down!" I said too loudly.

Professor Umbridge looked at him, daring him to speak. Stupid.

"How thick can you be woman? Seriously. And what makes you call half-bloods half-breeds? Uh? Just because you're a 'pure' blood doesn't give you the right to call others half-breeds. I'm a half-blood, does that mean you consider me as a half-breed?" Percy asked, anger was clear in his words. Trust me when I tell you, don't make the son of Poseidon angry.

Professor Umbridge smiled. "Mr. Jackson you have already gotten detention this afternoon. Do you want it for the rest of the week as well?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "No! What kind of question is that? Of course I don't."

"Well then." She said. "You would do well to close your mouth and start reading."

Percy sat down. "This ain't over."

I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He smiled at me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

A/N So that was that. Happy to know you made it 'till the end. Okay umh, another thing. I totally made up the schedule as you can see.

It goes like.

Potions,

DADA,

Lunch, or whatever you wanna call it.

Care of Magical Creatures.

Divination.

So the next chapter is going to be about the last three probably. Hope you enjoyed this one even though some of it wasn't mine. I feel bad now.

But the next one is going to be mine, no copying from the actual author. Promise.

Hunter out ?