Hey y'all! I'm so sorry for the late update. Something that was pretty unclear in the last chapter was that Chiron and Mr. D have already heard the prophecy (which is how they know which demigods to pick) but they haven't told it to any of the demigods yet. That comes later. Also, the events of this chapter take place in between those of the first and second ones. As usual, please review with any suggestions/criticism!

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Chapter 3

If you had talked to her even thirty minutes prior, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have told you that she'd seen and heard it all. But nothing she had experienced in the entire time she'd been at the school could have possibly prepared her for what had just happened. She had just walked into her office and sat down at her desk when she'd heard a cough from somewhere behind her. Whirling around, she grabbed her wand, fully prepared to curse the interloper. However, rather than a person, she came face to face with a face floating in a rainbow. Momentarily dumbstruck by the sight in front of her, she stood there gaping at it. Taking her silence as an advantage, the face began speaking.

"Greetings, Headmistress," it intoned gravely, moving back so that more of the creature filled the rainbow. "My name is Chiron, and I am the activities director here at Camp Half Blood, one of the only safe places for the demigods, the children of the gods."

McGonagall, who could now see that Chiron was a centaur, took a step back, her head whirling.

"Demigods?" She asked in shock. "I thought they had been wiped out centuries ago, with the fall of Rome!"

At this the centaur gave a tired laugh.

"The old gods are unfortunately better at self preservation people give them credit for," he sighed, wearily rubbing at his face. "They've learned how to move with the heart of the west, leaving behind a trail of destruction in their wake. The only thing they need to continue surviving is the belief of people, even if it is just in their subconsciousness or through superstition."

"Then are the other stories true as well?" McGonagall asked, a hint of apprehension creeping into her voice. "The ones about the titans and giants?"

"That's actually what I'm here to talk to you about," he replied, leaning forward a little. "A few years ago, the demigods of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter managed to successfully stop the rising of the Kronos, the titan of time, and Krios, the titan of the south, in the Second Titan War. Both titans were banished to Tartarus, the Pit where all monsters come from and go to after they die. After the war, Krios was obliterated so badly, he will take many millennia to even partially regenerate, but Kronos is the most powerful of all the titans. Before he was sent back to the Pit, he managed to contain some of his essence in a small stopwatch. For the past nine years, he had been recovering his strength. And now, he is at a place where he has enough power to transfer his essence- and in extension, his powers- into another person."

"That is very troubling news," McGonagall said, furrowing her brow, "but if you wanted to warn the wizarding world of this, a better place to go would be the ministry."

"There is more, Headmistress," he interrupted. "The person he managed to convince to take on his essence is one that I'm afraid you're very familiar with. He's currently, for lack of better words, possessing a wizard by the name of Voldemort."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head vigorously, her volume increasing with each word. "No, no, no, that isn't possible. V-Voldemort's dead!"

Chiron nodded grimly.

"After his death twenty years ago, he was, of course, assigned to the fields of punishment. His punishment for splitting his soul as many times as he did was personally designed by every single god of death from. Every single pantheon."

McGonagall shuddered. "Is that not a bit extreme, to be tortured like that for all of eternity, even for what he did?"

"Perhaps, but the gods do not like it when a mortal attempts to cheat death in such grisly ways."

"So what happened?" She asked. "Surely if he was so hated by the gods, he should have had the highest security."

"The titan Kronos, even in his weakened state, is so powerful that he can bypass many of the rules of the underworld," replied Chiron, stroking his beard in apparent distress. "It would not surprise me if any of the guardians of the underworld were, in fact, agents of the titans."

McGonagall took a moment to compose herself as the truth fully set in. She sat down in a chair and took a deep breath before addressing the centaur once more.

"So I assume you've called me in order to request wizarding help, am I correct?"

"Yes." Chiron hesitated. "All our quests and missions are based off of prophetic dreams and prophecies, and…"

She sighed. "And your prophecy states that in order for this to be successful, you are wishing to enlist the aid of some of my students."

"Not to fight in the war itself. My proposition is to send five of each of our people to a common location. There, they must learn as much as they can about each other, the other world, and their common enemy. These ten people can act as a liaison between our worlds, or as diplomats, if you may."

Chiron and McGonagall stared at each other for a moment, each daring the other to back down first.

"Very well," said McGonagall, finally breaking the silence. "I'm assuming you have some demigods who fit this criteria in mind?" When Chiron nodded, she continued, "I have a place in mind for the ten of them to safely live together. The address is Number 12 Grimmauld Place."

Chiron smiled, relieved. "Thank you very much," he told her, "I will inform the five demigod representatives immediately.

"One more thing," McGonagall interrupted before he could sever the connection. "I will select five students whom I feel are most appropriate to take on this mission. May I know the prophecy, so I know exactly whom to look for?"

Chiron nodded his head and recited

"The unlikely pair of life and death

face a flower, both loyal and smart

The daughter of war is a leader; strong

the werewolf's child has a golden heart

an owl's final chance to spread her wings

and befriend the traitor's lonely son

Child of fire, the clock is ticking

to find the legacies of the chosen one"

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