Harry sat by the door, then stood, pacing back and forth. The Weasleys had been contacted by the Grangers hours ago, but Hermione had yet to walk through the door. Harry thought he was nervous, but that was nothing compared to everyone else. Mrs. Weasley had been cooking a big, big, BIG meal since six, and it was almost nine o'clock. Ron was squeezing Scabbers to death. Charlie and Bill played a game of chess calmly, but the interactive pieces trembled, reflecting their anguish. Mr. Weasley was testin this connections for answers, but finding no leads. Hermione has used a 'stupefy' spell around five thirty that evening, but it wasn't largely reported due to an eye witness with calling self defense. Michelle and Ginny held hands tightly, foreheads touching.

But Jackson...something about his vibe felt off. His smooth caramel-chocolate brown skin had managed to look pale and sickly for the first time ever, and sweat dripped from every pore. He walked back and forth in the dining room grabbing an orange and tossing it.

"She's coming...she's coming...has to be." He would whisper every thirty seconds. Harry walked up to him.

"You're ok, mate?"

"Yeah...no, not at all. If I had just kept my stupid hands of stupid Malfoy and not picked a stupid fight, then Hermione's parents wouldn't have been so pressed to take her away. They think that, I'll lash out and hurt her. It's unreasonable, but...can you really blame them?"

"Is that a rhetorical question, cause it was dumb."

Jackson wanted to smile, it seemed, but his facial muscles couldn't make the effort.

Harry pressed his luck. "Do you know something...that we don't?"

Jackson's expression went from tight to stone cold. "Why do you say that?"

His sudden aggressiveness, coupled with his strong build and stance, made Harry take a step back.

"Not to be offensive, but I think you're hiding something. Something that might help us. Find Hermione."

Jackson ignored Harry and turned his back. Harry continued. "Anything small, whatever can help. It can help. Don't be a mule."

Jackson seemed to be in a dilemma. He then sighed. The boy was about to open his mouth, but then the door opened with a sighed crack. In it, came an exasperated girl, with dust on her face.

"Jackson, we have business." Everyone was ready to pounce towards Hermione, envelop her in a huge group hug, but she pushed past the group at the door, slid past Mrs. Weasley's gaping arms, and pushed Harry against the wall.

Just to get in Jackson's face.

Hermione Jean Granger, perhaps the most pleasant person in the house besides Mrs. Weasley and Bill, the girl that read her books and gardened, sometimes saving the day on the side, was jacking Jackson Wheeler into the air, like he was a rag doll. Hermione was using two hands to put him into the air, like the baby lion in that safari cartoon movie. Except, she wasn't declaring him clean. She was about to drag the life out of him.

"You inefficient, simple minded, idiot of a child."

Mrs. Weasley tried to calm the girl down as her grip on Jackson's collar got tighter and tighter. "Hermione? What's the meaning of all this? I know it's been a rough day, but let's get you washed up and fed, then-"

"I'm sorry to barge in, but I want to get Jackson here to spill all the secrets he's been keeping."

"What?" Harry said. He looked on as Jackson tried to pull Hermione's hands off of him, unsuccessfully.

"Let go, Hermione. You don't understand. She told me not to tell!"

"So you listen to some random half wit girl rather than you're own friends?"

Hermione put Jackson down, the boy grabbing at his throat. "It's not like that!"

Harry frowned as he helped Jackson to his feet. "Not like what? You're both confusing me."

Hermione spoke. "Well, let me clear it up real fast and in a hurry. Jackson here kept the end of Hogwarts a secret from us."

Harry frowned. "End...of Hogwarts?"

To Harry, Hogwarts was the safest and securest place on the Earth. How could someone end it? How could anything do that?

"Jackson, tell me! What did the girl tell you?"

Jackson, who's eyes were guarded and stony, frowned. "...I...won't. I can't. I promised I wouldn't. If it got out, If anything we knew got out, then it would be something...much, much worse than Voldemort on our tails."

The name sent shivers through the spines of everyone in the room.

"What's worse than...than him?" Ginny asked.

"Have you...ever heard of Greek Mythology?" Jackson asked.

Mystified, everyone except for Hermione nodded. "Yeah, like Zeus and Hades and Athena, all of those people." "What do you mean, that they actual exist?" Harry asked.

Jackson didn't speak, only nodding yes.

"And in my dream...there was a man...Gold...bright...he stepped on everything living under his feet as he walked. Anna...Annabeth was snooping on him, through some water fountain, and he saw her. He knows that we know about his existence."

"What's his end goal?"

"To gain control of not just the magical world, but England itself. All of it, not one castle, or two. He wants to rule over all of us. And he'll step over anything that stands in his way. Such as a magical castle, filled of magical wizards and witches that can oppose him."

Michelle frowned. "Where did you see all of this, and how? We've been together the whole summer."

Jackson frowned. "I started having this dreams...almost more like, visions...I've been seeing things that have happened or while they do happen."

"This might be some big made up game YKW might be using to mess us up." Ron offered.

"Maybe, but it all adds up." Jackson said. "In these dreams, most of them, im not me. I'm another person. Im...another person. I feel different emotions, I fight as them, I run as them. Even these...'demigods', they were afraid of what ever that glowing monster was. And if they are, with gods on their side...the what can we do?"

The last two weeks of summer were not as cool and happy as the first eight weeks. The rest of August passed in a funky blur. Everyone barely spoke, plotting and planning and processing what Jackson had spilled. Harry himself shocked, but didn't disbelieve whatever was going on. But right now, they should be focusing on whatever was attacking, or going to attack Hogwarts. Not some big glowing man.

On the last day before the group went back to school, they just happened to be sitting in Hermione's room altogether. It just so happened to be the hang out spot for the day. Harry and Ron sat on the bed. Hermione laid slack in the chair. Ginny leaned up against the wall on one side, throwing a small sack of rice in the air.

On the other wall adjacent to Ginny, Michelle sat upright against the wall, Jackson stretched out in her lap. She played with his hair. They often got into this pose together when they were both thinking.

No one spoke for a while, everyone just enjoying the company each one provided.

After about three hours of silence, Harry decided to speak up. "What's going to happen this year?"

"I wish I knew...Annabeth, the girl, she told me that the 'prophecy' said that only I can solve it. Why me?"

"In Greek Mythology, or at least where Annabeth is from, they receive prophecies to go on mission, to save the world."

"So whatever is threatening Hogwarts is so great and big that it takes powerful half blooded god children from across the world to 'help' us defeat that strong power?"

"Annabeth...I had a vision she was talking to the...creepy prophecy giver thing...you can't interfere super directly. Say they were to directly kill whatever was trying to attack Hogwarts. I doubt they have the firepower, or a prophecy wouldn't have been given at all. Just an order of attack. But if they did, then they are directly affecting us. The gods wouldn't be pleased, and basically they are changing what's supposed to actually happen."

Harry frowned. "So a set future is a real thing?"

"Hypothetically."

That was the most stupid, ridiculous, dumb answer Harry had ever heard, but he kept it pushing.

"How are they going to "help us." Ron asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione said.

"They're coming to Hogwarts." Ginny said.

Everyone looked towards her shocked. "What?"

"Nothing." Hermione said. "Ginny is right. It's the only way they can directly, indirectly help. It's a stupid concept, but so is this whole thing."

After that conversation was done, everyone cleared out, except for Harry, Hermione, and Jackson and Michelle, who were still in their sibling duo position, deaf to the world.

Hermione went and sat opposite of Harry.

Harry was looking at the girl in a different light. She had held her own against a half godling, and gotten off otherwise good. She'd put Jackson in his place a good few times since getting back, to the point where he barely spoke to her.

"Stop staring at me, creep." Hermione giggled.

"Im sorry, about everything. We all are." Harry told her.

"Don't worry. Things happen. Didn't you and Jackson have multiple bones broken? This was just my solo mission. I got off pretty good, I think."

Harry smiled. He looked around at the Weasley house. "Back to school, tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Yeah. And even though we got this looming threat hanging over our shoulders, I expect you to maintain a B average in every class the whole year, you hear?"

Harry smiled. "I wouldn't expect it any other way."