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Keeperofhounds – Echo will meet the main cast and it is set during the Percy Jackson series, it may come a bit clearer in this chapter.

Echo's POV

The next day word had got around of how Echo had threatened Peeves and how he had actually listened. When everyone heard that, they all went out of there way to avoid her, Echo actually liked that a lot. She would walk down the corridor, Sephtis on her shoulder and all the students would move out of her way.

Most of the students were scared of her thinking she was some great powerful wizard. While others, like the Slytherins, were jealous of her reputation. Wherever she went people didn't, she didn't care this was her life, being avoided because people were to scared. How scared would they be when they found out about her parentage?

Peeves listened to her words, and didn't attack the Gryffindors… but that didn't stop him from annoying any other houses. That was never part of the deal. And if anyone ever said anything bad about Echo or teased her Peeves would make it his personal job to annoy them for the rest of their days.

Echo wandered into History of Magic, the first day, getting ready to be bored learning about the Wizards History. She already had to learn about her families history (If Echo ever gave anyone any advice it was to NOT draw her family tree, or you'd find she was Medusa's Niece, related to a goat and a golden rug and was an Aunt to about 50 people older than her!).

She took a seat at the back and dumped her bag on the floor, this morning she had, had Herbology which was really boring as she wasn't a child of Demeter. As soon as she had stepped into the History of Magic class she had noticed that there was some weird aura coming from the room. An aura like this she had only felt in the Underworld.

"Bad aura! Bad aura!" Sephtis spoke in her mind whistling pecking her, as he got agitated.

"I know I can sense it too," Echo replied speaking to Sephtis. She had first found this out at the Great Hall the day before. As Ravens seemed to be all about death and stuff, her father seemed to be able to control them so a bit of that power had gone to Echo.

-Flashback-

"What's with the raven?" Ron questioned, Echo glared at him and stiffened slightly.

"He's my pet," She said coldly, Sephtis glared at her and nipped her.

"I am not your pet!" He said in her head. Echo was shocked that he could talk to her but kept her expression the same.

"What was I meant to say, companion? Partners in crime? It would freak them out," Echo said in her mind. "And how do you talk to me like this?"

"Your father, Lord Hades, has control over us Ravens, birds of darkness it seems some of that power you can use." Sephtis explained, still glaring at Echo.

"Cool, but your going to be a 'Pet' around them ok?" Echo asked, Sephtis made some kind off sound but Echo couldn't register what is was.

"Pet!" Echo said aloud sternly. "His name's Sephtis,"

-Flashback-

Sephtis was about to reply to Echo when the teacher entered the classroom, but it wasn't a normal teacher it was a ghost. He was very old with and looked at them through circular glasses. He looked round at the students lazily before his eyes laid on Echo. His eyes widened and Echo smirked but the teacher didn't say anything.

All through the lesson he droned on and on and on but Echo didn't miss the nervous glances he kept shooting her way. When the bell went for the end of the lesson everyone hurriedly packed up and left, Echo was at the door when Binns, the teacher, called her back. She walked over to the desk and glared at him.

"What do you want?" Echo snarled not losing the glare, she was fed up with all the ghosts treating her like Royalty.

"I was… just wondering… what your Highness would… be doing here at… Hogwarts?" He stuttered not meeting her eyes.

"That is none of your business! All I'm going to say is I'm on a mission and I have to control that stupid blessing!" Echo sighed before turning to leave. "And don't say anything about this to anyone!" She glared at Binns before walking out of the room. She heard footsteps behind her and spun round to see who it was. All she saw was a figure running round the corner. Darn! Somebody was listening in!

Flitwick was the Charms teacher and he was so small he had to stand on a pile of books to say the register. In this class Echo sat in the corner and tried to do what he said but it was difficult. Mother Hecate's Blessing was too powerful and it caused things to usually work slightly to well.

McGonagall taught Transfiguration and she was strict and clever teacher. Echo was sure she was a Daughter Of Athena or maybe Minerva, that would be slightly creepy though being like a Great Aunt (Or something like that) to her teacher.

McGonagall turned her desk into a pig and back again, it was pretty cool but when the class found out that would take ages to learn it dropped there hopes. They started by trying to turn a match into a needle, obviously Granger did it but Echo's kind of didn't. Again she was at the back of the class so no one noticed but when she tried to Transfigure it the match turned black and started to burn from Hellfire. Echo had to quickly put the fire out or someone would have noticed. (And she could have burnt down the school).

Then there was Defense against the Dark Arts, which Echo was assured she didn't need to take. Especially when she had a key ring that could change into a Bident and a Sword she didn't really need much else. Sephtis had pointed out there was a weird aura coming from the DADA teacher Quirrell but Echo ignored it for the time being...

At Breakfast that morning, everyone was excited, they were given they're books and timetables. Echo was surprised when McGonagall gave hers to her personally.

"These are your books and timetable, they have been changed into your language so you can read them," McGonagall said in a low voice. Echo nodded and took the stuff off her shoving them into her bag. McGonagall went to leave when Echo asked her something.

"Are you a Child of Wisdom?" Echo questioned, closing her bag. McGonagall turned round to face her again and quickly checked to see if anyone was listening in.

"Yes, I am, How did you know?" McGonagall replied and then Echo was slightly stuck she didn't know how she knew.

"I'm not sure, are you Roman or Greek, I'm guessing Greek?" It may have seemed like a weird question to ask but it was very important for Echo to know.

"Yes, Greek," McGonagall said before heading back up to the staff table, Echo sat back down on the bench, and put some food on her plate. She looked around to see if anyone was looking and quickly summoned some Hellfire under the table, she put some food into it and said a silent message to her father.

"What have we got today?" Echo asked Ron, as Sephtis flew off her shoulder and into the shadows. Septhtis disappeared with a pop! Echo wasn't acting as cold today.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," said Ron. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them - we'll be able to see if it's true."

"Wish McGonagall favored us, " Harry wondered. Echo agreed McGonagall may be there head of house but she was equal to all very unlike what everyone said Snape was like.

There was a fluttering off wings as the mail arrived, the large sound covered up Sephtis coming pack a pouch on her leg.

"What have you got for me?" Echo muttered taking off the pouch, inside were about four rolled up messages. Finally Echo though Camp finally decided to contact. The first letter was from Chiron –

Dear Miss Wilde,
I hope you are taking control of that blessing of yours, Mother Hecate has come to Camp twice worrying about you, so I decided it would be best to see how you are. There are a few more letters from some other campers, in the pouch as well as a few Drachma in case you need to Iris Message us. If you ask why we didn't IM you is, I thought it would be best it we didn't raise to much suspicion about who you are.
It would be best if you could come to Camp two weeks before the Summer Solstice.
Yours Chiron.
Camp Half-Blood

Echo nodded taking the message in before folding it up and putting it back in the pouch. She dug her hand in and pulled out a few Drachmas she shoved them into her pocket and pulled out the next letter. This one was folded scruffily and had swords drawn all over it – Clarisse –

DEATH GIRL YOU ARE SO DEAD!
THINK IT WAS FUNNY TO MAKE MAIMER SHOOT DUST! WHEN YOU GET BACK YOU ARE SO DEAD!
CLARISSE

Echo couldn't help but smile, it was pretty funny. She had got the Stoll brothers to steal Clarisse's Electric Spear – Lamer. And then she had used her magic to make it shoot dust whenever Clarisse tried to use it. It wasn't funny that while she was cursing it lots of dust sprayed over her and wouldn't come out of her hair. It stayed there or days but it finally payed off!

"You sound like a child of Aphrodite, thinking like that!" Sephtis teased in her mind. Echo glared at the bird but it just flew back up to the rafters.

"I am not a Pink Disney Princess! I'm the so called Princess of Darkness!" Echo hissed back in her mind. The next letter was rapped in Silver ribbon, on proper writing paper. Echo new that had to be Annabeth –

Hey Echo,
How is learning magic? Can you bring back a few spell books for me to read? It is really interesting you being a Demigod and a witch. I tried to read up about some things but the books I've looked in don't really say much only, that Hecate created the wizarding world and how she did.
I've been thinking do you reckon, a few of us could come over and see you sometime? What does the castle look like? Can you take some pictures so I can see the architecture?
Anyway, I hope you learn some stuff and make some friends, not to mention sort out the out-of-control-curse. Got to go now we've got sword fighting.
Annabeth xxx

Annabeth was always asking questions about things after all she was a Daughter of Athena so she needed to know everything! Echo thought about giving her one or two books but she should probably just give her all of them. As Echo re-read the letter she saw she had mentioned architecture again, Annabeth really wanted to be an architect so was asking Echo all the time to take pictures of the castle. The next letter had Hermes' symbol on that was Luke –

Echo,
How you doing? It's a shame your not here you're the only one who's actually a challenge for me to fight! Clarisse wants you to know you are completely dead when you come back for making Lamer shoot dust instead of electric. Are you sure your Dad isn't Hermes, after all the pranks you've played on her?
You better tell me if you can get that curse under control, you'll have awesome powers if you can get it to work. I'm guessing your not telling anyone about who you really are, I'm not surprised if you don't, it's difficult at Camp with everyone's avoiding you all the time.
Keep practicing with your sword moves or otherwise you'll get worse from not practicing so much. If you get bored Shadow travel over and we can meet up. Look after yourself Echo and don't get into trouble. (Too much)
Luke

Echo sighed, Luke was always way overprotective of her and sometimes it annoyed her. He had to mention everyone avoiding her because that's exactly what they were doing at Hogwarts as well as Camp. Echo looked up to see the Ron looking all the messages she got. She glared at him and picked up all the letters and then put the in her bag.

"That's a lot of messages who were they from?" Ron asked, Echo could tell he was shocked at the fact of how many letter she had received.

"Home," She said bluntly before standing up and leaving the great hall.

Draco's POV

For some reason Draco was intrigued by Wilde, I mean how do you get a reputation for being scary before the term has even started. She didn't act like your average wizard, pureblood, blood-traitor, half-blood or mudblood, even though he had found out she was half-blood. She didn't act the same way as any Gryffindors and not really Slytherins either.

"Come on Draco, we've got Potions next… with the Gryffindors!" Pansy moaned as she grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him down towards the dungeons.

"Get off me, Pansy!" Draco yelled pulling away from her, Pansy was already starting to annoy him she was always around him and it was annoying Draco as much as Potter. Pansy pouted and let go off him but still walked to closely.

Draco was in his thoughts to much he didn't notice bashing into someone. That someone turned round and glared at him her cold black eyes burrowing into him – it was Wilde.

"Watch where your going, Malfoy!" She growled, her hand diving into her pocket, either to grab her wand or something else.

"You watch where you standing, Wilde!" Draco sneered, the raven on her shoulder glared at him and snapped it's beak. Echo glared at him before turning round to talk to… Potter and Weasley!

Pansy went to say something to her, but the door swung open and Professor Snape stood there. He gave a thin smile to the Slytherins and a glare to the Gryffindors, which most of them returned. Especially Wilde.

The Dungeons were cold and dark, and let off an eerie green glow. Along the walls were a row of shelves with pickled animals floating in them. There were rows of tables which the students sat behind, they had already sorted themselves into two groups Slytherin on one side Gryffindor on the other.

Snape went through the roll call stopping at certain names like Wilde's and Potter's.

"Ah, Yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new... celebrity." Draco and his two friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered at Potter, Snape noticed but didn't tell them off.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began looking round at all the class, "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses… I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Snape then started to ask Potter questions like, "Where would you find a bezoar?" and "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?". Potter didn't know the answer to any of them and by the end Draco could hardly contain his laughter.

"What's the point of us knowing these already? Isn't the point your meant to be teaching us?" A voice said from the corner of the room, it was Wilde. Snape's eyes narrowed at her and she smirked.

"10 points from Gryffindor, Wilde!" Snape sneered, Wilde rolled her eyes as if she couldn't care less. Snape turned away from her and back to Potter.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Snape said.

There was rummaging for quills and parchment so they could right it down. Snape then wrote up the instructions for the cure to boils on the board and told them to make it. Draco looked around the room and saw Wilde looking at the board in confusion, her raven was nowhere to be seen.

"Can your read, Wilde?" Snape sneered as he stopped in front of her. Wilde looked up at him her black eyes turning darker.

"Obviously not, otherwise I would be reading it." She said coldly, if it was someone else who had said it the Slytherins would have laughed but everyone was silent looking over at the commotion.

"And why can't you read it?" Snape smirked.

"I'm dyslexic, sir, I can't read English, it just looks like swirls," Wilde said her voice quiet but everyone heard.

"What are you all meant to be doing get back to work!" Snape yelled at the rest of the class as he walked over to the Slytherin side of the room. Wilde glared at him and pulled a book out of her bag, Draco took a glimpse at the book from the other side of the room and he noticed it didn't seem to be in English.

Snape kept coming round inspecting all the potions, he criticized nearly everyone's potion except Draco's, who he complemented saying how he had stewed his horned slugs just right when a hissing sound filled the dungeon and a plume of green smoke erupted.

Longbottom had somehow managed to melt Finnigan's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools while Longbottom , moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Draco and most of the Slytherins laughed earning themselves a 'Death glare' from Wilde. Her eyes turned pure black as she looked at the Slytherins in disgust.

"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at Finnigan. Then he rounded on Potter and Weasley, who had been working next to Longbottom. "You, Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

Draco laughed when Potter went to argue but Weasley stopped him from embarrassing himself further and hopefully getting a detention. An hour later the lesson ended, the class hurried out of the classroom, happy to get out.

Wilde was walking out in front of Draco and her book fell on the floor, she cursed in a different language and picked it up quickly before hurrying off. Draco managed to take a glimpse of the book, it was a normal potions book but it looked like a spell had been put on it to change the language. How Wilde could read that and not English he'd never know?

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E.L.