Chapter 9
Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.
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Annabeth POV:
The next day our lessons started. I was with Thals, Percy, and all the wizards we knew, except Luna who was in a different house.
First we had Defence against the Dark Arts.
Professor Weasley, Ron and Ginny's older brother, was the teacher because the teacher last year had been killed in the war. Today we were learning about some complex hexes.
Next we had potions, taught by Slughorn. We were making love potions, hopefully nothing too exciting would happen with them.
Afterwards we had Transfiguration, taught by the headmistress. We were turning bags into boxes and vice versa.
After lunch we had muggle studies. We were studying how wifi affected the world of mortals and all the muggle-born students knew all about it and since we had told everyone we were muggle-born, they expected us to be experts, but since we had no technology we knew nothing at all.
When we reached our next lesson, History of Magic, we were surprised to see a ghost teaching.
"Apparently years ago he got up and went to work without realising he was a ghost so he had just left his body in his armchair." I told Percy.
"How do you know that?"
"Ginny told me." Ginny and I were becoming good friends. She said that no one ever listened in history of magic lessons and I could see why. Professor Bins just droned on and on and on.
The last lesson of the day was Astronomy. We went up to the tower at midnight having had the period before dinner free as we had a lesson now.
Looking up into the stars brought back many memories. The hunter girl shooting arrows across the sky, Zoë Nightshade dying to save Artemis, Grover, Percy and I. Willing to be killed by her father to save her patron Goddess and us, two young demigods and a satyr.
Thinking of Zoë made me think of another hunter, who died to save us, only a few days before Zoë. Bianca Di Angelo. Dying to save us from a crazy automaton. Willing to be crushed to save people she had known for less than two weeks. She had known of demigods for only a few weeks, she was on a quest to save Artemis - and me - when she died. She was so selfless, I hope she reaches the isle of the blest one day.
But a more recent memory came to mind as well.
Percy and I were just out of Tartarus. We were standing on the Argo II. We looked up at the stars. "Bob says hello."
Bob, Iapetus the Titan, had sacrificed himself for Percy and I, Damasen, the peaceful Giant, helped as well.
They may have been eradicated completely, or just made to reform in a thousand years or so. We will never know.
As I looked up I squeezed my hand in Percy's next to me and whispered, "Bob says hello."
sorry for feels in this chapter. I hope you liked it.
Next chapter coming soon.
T xx