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A/N: I am back again with the fourth chapter!

So, we're finally going to Hogwarts today! ;D Also, longest chapter so far! Whoop whoop!

Also, please send in OCs and plot points! I have only received one OC so far! :(

Anyway, on with chapter number four!

Chapter 4: The Tournament Reborn

Percy POV

Before we knew it, it was September the fifth, the day we, and the other two schools, would be showing up at Hogwarts. Apparently, they had already started a few days ago, in order to 'sort' the first years and let them get settled in. Annabeth and Nico had been arranging some sort of arrival scheme, but weren't telling me, until we were about to go.

I entered the room, staring at their plan, scrawled out upon a chalkboard. 'Whoa,' I said. It was complex, yet simple. Brutal, yet elegant. Annabeth smirked. This was going to be good.

Harry POV

Today was the day. The day the other schools would join us, and the Tournament Reborn. And to be honest, I couldn't care less.

Ron seemed to expect me to enter, despite the age line, and Quidditch was cancelled. Sure, the arrivals would be cool, but that was it. I mean, the ones from America would be joining my classes and Gryffindor, so I should try to get to know them, but all in all, I was just glad to be out of the limelight.

We made our way out to the Great Lake, and just waited. And waited. We must have been there at least an hour by the time the first school arrived. In the sky, a speck appeared, growing in size until we could make out the shape of it - a giant blue carriage pulled by giant pegasi. It flew erratically, bobbing and weaving, and yet the pegasi flew in a straight, elegant path. The carriage skidded to a stop, and out came a huddle of beautiful women, dancing and sighing, dressed in blue. Several boys around me swooned, even those with girlfriends. Beauxbatons had arrived!

Moments later, an enormous ship arose from the lake, mast first, with dozens of wizards lining the deck. Water poured out of the crows' nest, cascading down the sides of the great vessel/ The gangplank was let down, and the men, dressed in furs, came down in a sort of military parade, sparks flying from twirling batons, colliding with the floor. They were led by a very familiar boy - Viktor Krum, of Quidditch fame! Durmstrang had arrived!

And then we waited. And waited. When were Camp Half-Blood going to show up?

About half an hour later, the sky began to darken, and the lake began to churn. A vortex of water rose up, and a great wave of shadow built up, bringing large amounts of the lake with it. Tendrils of darkness spread throughout the water, heading straight for us. Suddenly, two pegasi burst out - one pure white, one pitch black - came flying past, carrying two wizards, the first a girl, in an orange shirt, the second male, in solid black leather. But the demonstration was not over yet.

Bursting from a shadow, a boy standing on a broomstick shed a burst of spray. He weaved throughout the wave, surfing, bursting from shadow to shadow, teleporting and re-entering. After a short demonstration of this, he backflipped off of the broomstick, allowing it to enter a shadow - reappearing in the grasp of the male wizard in black. He, however, did not enter the shadow. He landed on the wave, as if it was solid ground, and was suddenly holding a sword. The water and shadow separated, and the boy now stood on a giant horse, composed solely of water, facing down a snake of shadow. He stood there, sword pointed at the snake, before the horse reared at the snake. The snake struck at the boy, and the sword met fang. A deadly dance of blade and tooth, graceful and powerful. The boy whirled around the snake, horse bending to his will, and the snake soon fell under a flurry of strikes, shadow dissipating. The horse collapsed back into a wave, collapsing just short of us.

The boy gilded gracefully to a stop. Like the girl, he was wearing an orange T-shirt with jeans. He had striking, sea-green eyes, and messy jet black hair, like mine, and a Mediterranean complexion. 'Sup,' he said, smirking. 'The Campers are here.'

Percy POV

I skidded to a stop, smirking. Whatever had happened with Kronos, it had made me stronger. That display would normally have knocked me out from the sheer effort, but now? It was a trivial exercise. Hmm. I wonder if there was anything else I could do, now that I was stronger.

'Sup,' I said. 'The Campers are here.'

'Welcome one, welcome all,' a grandfatherly voice called out. It was Dumbledore. 'It is with great pleasure that we welcome the representatives of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Camp Half Blood. Now, if you would all follow me, for we shall now have the Opening Feast!'

We followed the old man from the back, walking through the towering gothic building. Annabeth was, predictably, raving about the architecture, but I quickly tuned out. Her raving was cut short, however, when we entered the Great Hall. My jaw dropped.

It was indeed Great. Four long tables, with floating candles. A fifth, head table for the teachers, and enormous banners, one for each house, and one for the school. But this was overshadowed by the ceiling.

Above us was a glittering expanse, an accurate depiction of the night sky. I could pick out Hercules and Orion, and just about I could see the Huntress, Zoe. I turned to face my companions. Annabeth just gaped, but Nico looked … bored. I nudged him. 'Dude, isn't this awesome?'

He shrugged. 'Eh. My father has a bigger one.' The entire hall hushed. That comment had carried further than intended.

'Ah,' Dumbledore said. 'Can we all make our way to a table. Durmstrang, how about you join Slytherin, yes. Beauxbatons, uh, Ravenclaw? Yes, that'll do. How about you Campers, Gryffindor? Yes, that'll do nicely.'

We made our way to the Lion's table, sliding along whom we guessed to be fourth years, about two years younger, who were clearly shocked by being joined by older students. We sat ourselves down with the boy with glasses and a scar, the one from the prophecy - Harry Potter? He was with a red-head and a girl who looked very much like a younger Annabeth, but with brown hair. She even had a book ready!

'Sup,' I said, extending an arm. 'Percy Jackson, Champion for Camp Half-Blood. These are my friends, Annabeth and Nico.'

'Uh,' Harry said, stammering. 'Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger,' he said, pointing to each in turn.

'OK, I'm going to tell you heads up. Old Albus has asked me to keep an eye on you during this tournament,' I said quietly.

'What!' He almost fell off his chair. 'You can go tell Albus I don't need some random Americans to -'

'Whoa, dude! It was part of the requirement for coming - at least for us. We have no choice in the matter. Anyway, we will try not to affect you that much.'

He frowned. 'Should you be telling me this?'

I frowned. 'Probably not, but I think you have the right to know. Anyway, Dumbbells thinks you're gonna be in danger from this tournament. That's why we'll be in your classes. What are they, anyway?'

'Uh, Potions, Charms and Transfiguration,' he said. 'And then there's Magical Creatures, Divination and Defence, and Herbology, too. Oh, and History. That doesn't count, though, since ' Huh. Odd lessons. Where were the normal ones?

'What about Maths, English, Science?' Annabeth interrupted.

'Uh, what?' Ron said, frowning.

'What about Geography, or RE?' she added.

'Uh, what? I have never heard of either. Why would someone want to study graphs, anyway?' Ron said.

'It's a travesty,' Hermione said. 'They teach no muggle subjects.'

'Hang on,' I said, frowning. 'Do you not even have Phys Ed? The one enjoyable lesson?'

She frowned. 'That's what you are worried about? You'll have enough exercise in the Tournament. At least, I assume you are the one entering, being the centre of the display.' I nodded in affirmation.

'Just a minute. Muggle?' Nico asked, frowning. Now that he brought it up, it was an odd word.

'No-majs, as you call them,' Hermione said. At our continued frowns, she added 'those with no magic?'

'Ah, mortals,' I said.

Hermione frowned. 'Mortals? They're not lesser, you know.'

'Yes, yes,' Annabeth said hastily. 'It's just a name. Anyway,' she went off on a tangent about the architecture, with Hermione listening intently. Mini Annabeth indeed.

'Sorry about her,' Ron said, sighing. 'She's always like that.'

'Which bit? Overly anti-racist, or an over-achiever?' Nico muttered.

Harry jumped, having forgotten the previously silent boy was there. 'Uh, both?'

'Then no need to worry!' I grinned. 'That's Annabeth for you. Minus the anti-racism, I guess. We don't really worry about that at Camp.'

Ron frowned. 'So you guys are like … racist?'

Nico snorted. I face-palmed. 'No,' I said, shaking my head. 'As in, because everyone is related through the gods, no-one there is racist.'

Ron's frown alleviated. 'Huh.'

At that moment, one of the Professors came up to our table, carrying a stack of papers. 'Timetables for the Gryffindors and Campers,' she said sharply when asked why.

'That's Professor McGonagall,' Hermione said. 'She is pleasant with most, if a bit sharp, unless you get into a lot of trouble.' She sent a pointed glare at Harry and Ronald.

I looked down at the paper in front of me, trying to decipher my timetable. For Monday, the first day, he appeared to have two lessons and a free period. Squinting at the paper, it looked as if he had 'Sa Kdas Ehnrtiefec Adngrtate', followed by 'Yhgs Ifmtoo Iacr'. I threw the timetable to the floor in frustration. Stupid dyslexia. 'You don't happen to have any translation spells, do you?'

Hermione frowned. 'Not unless you happen to be able to read Latin. Why do you need it, anyway.'

I waved my hand at the paper. 'Magic dyslexia. Can't read anything that's not in Ancient Greek. Or Latin, actually. Same for these two, without the Latin.'

As Hermione stared at me, confused, Annabeth turned to glare at me. 'Latin?'

I put my hands up in surrender. 'When I woke up after the incident, I was suddenly fluent. Don't ask me why. Probably from You-know-who.' That was indeed true. In fact, I understood what all the wizarding spells vaguely meant, and had even accidentally written in Latin when making notes on meditation. Not to mention what happened when I first awoke.

It was Harry's turn to gape. 'You're in league with Riddle? Why is Dumbledore trusting you?

I frowned. 'Who? As in, Riddle?'

'You know, Voldemort. You-know-who?'

'Ah,' it suddenly dawned on me. 'I have no idea who you are talking about, but I was referring to one of my relatives, my uncle in fact. Unless this Riddles guy is my uncle, which I doubt, we are talking about different people. Now, can someone do the spell?'

Hermione, with a sheepish look on her face, whipped out her wand, and pointed it at the paper. 'Lingua amplio,' she intoned.

I raised an eyebrow. 'Improve language?'

Hermione huffed. 'Don't ask me. Apparently the creator thought Latin was the supreme language.'

I looked down at my timetable. 'Defensionis contra facultatis artium obscurorum excolant', followed by 'Historia De Magia'. Defence and History. Brilliant.

Our conversation, however, was soon interrupted.

'If I could have your attention please,' Dumbledore called out, silencing the hall. 'Thank you. I would like to welcome the students of Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and Camp Half-Blood. We hope you have a pleasant stay. Now, onto business.' He got some snickers from some of the Hogwarts students. 'As you know, we are hosting the revival of the Triwizard Tournament, now with four schools. As usual, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons will have their own accommodation, but the Campers will be staying with the fourth years in Gryffindor. Now, before we begin, there are some things you need to know, and a few prejudices to abolish.

'First, we will discuss Beauxbatons. An all girls school in France, many are Veela, or at least part-Veela. The Veela have been told not to use their allure, but don't anger them - you won't like their other form.' I shivered. I had met a changed Veela once. It wasn't pleasant. 'They are not, however, like those in the fairy tales - well, they are in avian form. But in this form, they are not like you are taught. They are not savage predators, exploiting sexual attraction. They are more like ordinary wizards, though they do admittedly have their allure.'

'Next, we shall discuss Durmstrang. A school in Scandinavia, it is predominantly a male school. They have many students whom those here would deem as Dark Creatures. For instance, there are several Werewolves and Vampires. In fact, the famous Mr Krum is the latter!' This got some murmurs. Who was Krum? Heck if I knew! 'We will, of course, treat them with equal respect. As you should logically know, a werewolf is only dangerous at full moon - unless they are feral, for they can change at will.' Like Lycoan, I thought. I had fought him at the Battle of the Labyrinth. 'But all feral werewolves are expelled from Durmstrang. They will stay in a contained room on their ship at full moon, and so are quite safe. I must now go onto vampires. Vampires are not immortal - they simply live for a long time. It is true that they are sustained by blood, and fall into a coma without it. Most modern vampires, however, will drink pre-packaged cow blood, unless the victim wishes to become a vampire. There are some who still follow the old traditions, but they are withdrawn, and only found in the wilderness. There are none like that at Durmstrang.

'And now, the final school, or rather, Camp. I am well aware that none of you have heard of it. It is in America, and is from a rather withdrawn section of Wizardkind, that you may have heard of. They are Demigods.' There were many outraged cries, with the word 'myth' being passed on a lot. 'I assure you, they are genuine. Their Champion is already chosen, Perseus Jackson, and in the ways of their people, have only brought a group of three. They are to be treated as equals, though. They are not to be worshiped. They would not want that.'

'And now, for our impartial picker of contestants.' He raised his wand, ignoring the incredulous looks from the surrounding students. 'I present to you, the Goblet of Fire!' An invisible cloak passed off, and a great stone cup was left standing, a pale blue flame emitting from the top. 'From the four competing schools, all those who wish to enter will have to put their name in. I will, for safety reasons, place an age line - only those over seventeen may enter.' There were many grumbles, the loudest being two redheaded twins. 'Now, I present to you, your Judges!'

There was a loud crack, and three men appeared. The first, Newt Scamander. The second, the elderly Ollivander. The third was revealed to be Gregorivitch, from Germany, a wandmaker. 'And now,' Dumbledore continued. 'The feast!'

Harry turned to me, an awed expression on his face. 'Is that true?'

I sighed. 'Unfortunately, yes. We are related to the most stuck up, arrogant beings in the universe.' There was a rumble of thunder. I glared at the ceiling. 'You know I'm right!' I yelled. It began to rain. Indoors. I looked over at Dumbledore, who had face palmed.

'Mr Jackson, is there any way you can stop this torrent?' he said, sighing.

'Sorry, sir,' I said, shrugging. 'It's just the gods being jerks.' There was a crash of thunder. The rain turned to hammering balls of hail. 'OK, OK, will you stop if I give you some food?' I pointed my wand at a portion of my food, summoning flames. One of my three burgers went up in flames. The freak weather stopped instantly.

Funny enough, no one wanted to talk about the gods after that.

Unknown POV 2

I sat on the steps by the goblet, concealed not by shadows, but by disguise. I sat in the open, confident in my disguise. Through the auror's eye, I could see far more. I could survey the area with greater ease. The fool Alastor had been concealed in my trunk for many weeks now, kidnapped and replaced a week prior to the events of Manhattan concerning the demigods. Strange to think that the gods were real.

I sat at the centre of the largest collection of students and staff in the school, and no one batted an eye. After all, what is a fox if not sly and cunning. I would not be worth my title if my disguise could not fool those it needed to.

As such, I sat on the steps, gazing intently at the passing students, waiting for an opportunity. I watched as a single Durmstrang student, Krum, of course, strolled up to the goblet, tossing in his name. I watched as the Weasley twins, the intelligent idiots that they were, tried to get past the age line with an aging potion. I watched as several Beauxbatons students threw in their names. I marvelled at how precise the eye was, picking out the names from the parchment just over ten metres away. How useful it would have been to have this asset back in my schooling days! It would have been wonderful, and not to mention extremely helpful on the pitch. Not that I needed it, of course. I was always a brilliant seeker.

I watched as Jackson strolled up to the goblet, tossing in his name. I watched as the Diggory boy tossed in his name, followed by a queue of other Hogwarts students, all hoping to enter the tournament. This was my opportunity. I would not fail the Dark Lord this time.

I shot a subtle confundus at the goblet, convincing it that yes, 'Hobnobs' was indeed an actual school. I pulled out the name I had collected from one of Harry's essays, and added in a hasty scrawl the single word 'Hobnobs'. I focussed on the parchment of one of the hopeful contenders, one Angelina Johnson, and cast a silent, wordless swapping spell. I watched as she threw in the name, unsuspecting of the plot. I smirked internally. The trap was set. Now to ensure the boy would survive, and make it to the master.

A/N: And the second Horseman has shown up! Who do you think it is? Barty? Or someone else entirely...

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