A/N I'm back! But my laptop is still not working and my dad hasn't had the time to go out with me to either get it fixed or get a new one. But on a different note, I started to watch Grey's Anatomy and its actually amazing so no spoilers because I'm only on season 2 episode 8 (I am currently watching it while writing this) so yay! But I really have to get back to writing because I've been away for a while and haven't had much time. Anyway enjoy the chapter and please please please review!

As the train sped farther north, the rain started to fall heavier and thicker than before. The constant thudding of rain became a sort of lulling sound that eventually led me to sleep on top of Ginny's shoulder. But my luck of no bad dreams this summer had finally run out.

"Master," came a familiar voice. Kyle walked out of the shadows and knelt in front of what looked like a throne. "You called for me?"

"What do you know of the girl?" came a rough voice.

"Do you mean Emma?" Kyle asked. The name of my voice on his tongue made me cringe. "From the information I've gathered, she's on her way back to school. The train is currently somewhere on the edge of Scotland."

"I don't care where she is. I want to know what her stance is." Kyle turned white as a sheet. "You have told her about my promise, correct?"

"I-I haven't gotten around to it," Kyle muttered.

"Well make sure to tell your little… girlfriend," the voice deemed to almost scoff at the word, "knows that the only way she can live is if she joins us."

"You don't know Emma like I do," Kyle said, cringing. "She'll never join us unless we can promise the protection of her family and friends. She's loyal and heroic to a fault. Even if we can promise their protection, she still may not join us." Kyle looked as if the words hurt to say.

"Well then it's your job to make our offer seem… irresistible."

My dream shifted, swirling into black. Lights then became blinding and I threw up my hand to keep the light out of my face.

Camp came into view, surrounded by monsters. I saw Lizzy, running towards where Michaela Lillie, daughter of Ares, was standing near the arena, sword at the ready.

"How long do we have?" Lizzy asked. She looked… different. Almost older. Her hair was pulled back in it's usual blond ponytail and her sword hung loosely at her belt.

"I'm not sure," Michaela said. Sammy, son of Athena came around with a notepad.

"Give or take 5 days," he said.

"We have to tell Emma," Lizzy said.

"She has enough on her plate," Michaela reasoned. "Last I heard she was in the infirmary still barely able to move." I felt myself go stiff. What in the world were they talking about?

"Well if we don't do something, no one will be able to move," Sammy said. "We have until the summer solstice before the barrier falls and camp is overrun by monsters."

"And we still have to find Chiron," Michaela added.

"Don't remind me," Lizzy said. "'Why did Chiron put me in charge?"

"Because other than Emma who currently is incapable of being in charge since one, she's twelve, and two, she's currently in the infirmary, you've been here the longest and Chiron trust's you the most." Michaela strapped her sword to her belt and put a couple of throwing knives in her boots. "I have the armory stocked and ready."

"Alright," Lizzy said. "I'm going to send everyone who is able to fight to you so you can get them stocked and ready, starting with the Athena cabin. Then Sammy, I need you guys to all go make some battle plans. We're going to win this."

Both kids nodded and went their separate ways, one to get the arms ready and the other to ready their siblings.

"Emma," Lizzy said, looking towards me, but her eyes not really focusing, as if she felt me there but couldn't see me. "We need you."

"Emma," came another voice. "Emma, wake up."

I gasped and sat up right, met with total darkness and what felt like a hand on my face.

"Emma!" Harry's voice rang in my ears and I noted the considerable lack of motion.

"Why is the train stopped?" I asked.

"We're not sure," came Hermione's voice. I felt around and realized I was on the ground, so I hoisted myself back onto the seat.

"Emma, you sat on my hand," Ginny complained.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said sarcastically. "I can't believe I didn't see your hand there."

"Ouch Ron!" Hermione's voice came, "that was my foot!"

"D'you think we've broken down?" Harry asked.

"I dunno," Ron replied.

"There's something moving outside," Astoria said. "I think we're letting more people on."

"Does it feel cold to you?" Callie asked. And it did. I felt myself shiver slightly as iciness fell over me.

The compartment door slid open suddenly and something fell forward on top of my feet. "Sorry- d'you know what's going on?- Ouch- sorry-"

"Hullo Neville," Harry said.

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"

"Sit down, Neville," I said, moving around and trying to find the boy before pulling him up.

"I'm going to go ask the driver what's going on," Hermione said. The door slid open, but once again I felt something fall on top of me.

"Who's that?" Hermione's voice rang.

"I'm-I'm sorry. I was trying to find my compartment... I was in the bathroom. Who's this?" came an unfamiliar voice.

"I'm Hermione, and you are?"

"I'm-I'm Tessa. I'm a first year… do you know what's going on?"

"We have no idea," Callie said. "D'you want to come sit?"

"Yes, please." Tessa sounded relieved as she felt her way towards what I guess was a seat and sat down.

"So where are you from, Tessa?" Ginny asked.

"I'm from Brighton."

"Really! Same!" Callie said.

"Eww, London is so much better."

"No it's not!"
"What's wrong with you?"

"Quite!" a hoarse voice cried out suddenly.

It appeared that professor Lupin had awaken. All of us sat there with our mouths shut. There was a crackling noise and suddenly our compartment was filled with light from a flame now crackling in Professor Lupin's hand. A small red head girl was currently taking up occupation on the floor corner of our compartment.

"I'm guessing you're Tessa," I said.

"Shhhh!" Lupin said. "Stay where you are." The professor got slowly to his feet, but the door slid open before he could reach it.

In the doorway, illuminated by the flames, was a cloaked figure. My first thought went immediately to monster and I went for my sword, before realizing that I had taken it off my belt and put it in my trunk before I went to sleep. I really had to invest in a way to make my sword carriable.

The figures face was completely hidden by the folds of its cloak. The only thing visible was a withered hand, and even that disappeared after a second.

And then everything disappeared. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself collapse. I felt like I was drowning which, for a child of Zeus, is a very scary thing. I felt myself falling down, down, into a black abyss. There was a rushing in my ears. Water rushing past me, roaring, growing louder…

And then screaming. I heard voices. Lizzy was screaming. A woman was screaming. Two women were screaming. I heard my name, shouted over and over in anguish. I was going to die. There was nothing left. I was going to die.

And then light. Blinding light. I felt myself rushing up. Up.

I sat up, gasping for air, clawing at my throat, gasping. Wheezing.

"Emma! Emma are you alright!" Harry was at my side, his arm around me, me on the floor. Ginny and Astoria were white faced staring at me. Neville, Tessa, and Professor Lupin were standing, watching concerned. Ron and Hermione looked relieved.

"I-I'm alright," I said, trying to sit back and falling over, smacking my head against the floor and groaning. I felt sick, as if I was either about to puke or pass out again. Cold sweat drenched my forehead.

"What happened?" Callie's voice groaned from beside me. I turned my head and saw the black head girl lying on the floor next to me.

"You both passed out," Ginny said, looking scared.

"Harry did too," Hermione added, and I looked worriedly at my brother.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well I don't know what happened to you guys, but I feel like I got trampled y a couple of hellhounds," Callie said. I laughed silently at her use of Greek Mythology. In the couple of weeks we had spent at the Leaky Cauldron, Callie insisted on learning everything she could about Greek Mythology. Being the wonderful demigod I am, I complied.

"What's a hellhound?" Tessa asked, looking both scared and confused.

"Oh, it's a little joke we have," I covered quickly. If I was honest with myself, I agreed a hundred percent with Callie. I felt as if my insides were ran over by a truck, the n the truck turned around and came back, but then realized it was going to right way, so turned back. But was I going to tell them that? Of course not.

"Did you hear screaming too?" Harry asked me and Callie, looking desperate.

"Yes," Callie said reluctantly.

"I did too," I replied, realizing that all three of us heard kind of the same thing.

"That would make sense," Lupin said, cracking a large piece of chocolate. "A dementor can make you see your worst memories you have." He passed us each a piece of chocolate, hesitated, then decided to pass it out to everyone else.

I held my chocolate but didn't eat it. My stomach was in knots between my dream and the dementor. With the help of Ginny and Astoria, Callie and I made our way to our seats and sat.

"Is there any way that we can open a window?" I asked.

"I don't see why not," Lupin said, so I reached towards the closest window and opened it. Cold air rushed in and I felt it wrap around me. I breathed deeply and felt my body relax, the pain go away. Who needs ambrosia, nectar, or magic when you have pure nature. Well, I guess anyone who wasn't a child of Zeus.

"Eat," Lupin told us. "It will help. I need to speak to the driver. All of you stay here." Lupin left the compartment, leaving the nine of us sitting together, squeezed onto the three benches. Astoria, Ginny, and I sat together on one, Harry, Hermione, and Ron on another, and Callie sat with Neville and Tessa on the third. The two younger girls seemed to immediately have taken to each other and now Callie was trying to calm down a scared Tessa. Tessa had told us that Lupin said it was too dangerous for her to leave right now.

"Are you three sure you're ok?" Hermione asked, watching Harry, Callie, and I anxiously.

"We're fine," I said insistently. I shut the window and the roaring of the wind stopped. "I still don't get it, though. What happened?"

"Well that thing… that dementor… it stood there and looked around… at least I think it looked around, I couldn't see it's face… and then Emma collapsed first… she kind of started to spasm… then Callie fell next to her, luckily not on her, and did the same thing… then Harry just kind of turned white and looked like he was having a… fit of some sort." Hermione said this all very fast and very quietly.

"All three of you kind of, just fell on the floor. Then Lupin stepped over you and walked towards the door, pulled out his wand," Ron picked up, "and said 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go'. But the dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away…"

"It was horrible," Neville added, still shaking.

"It felt like I was never going to be happy again," Ginny added. Tessa let out a small sob, and I went over to her and put my arm around her. Callie, who looked rather scared herself, gave me a grateful smile.

"Hey, it's alright," I muttered to the younger girl. I looked down at her hands and saw that she had already had all of her chocolate. "Here," I passed her mine and Tessa nibbled on it, looking like she couldn't decide if she was grateful or just plain scared. "It's going to be alright. The dementors are gone." Tessa nodded her head, and I pulled her into a hug.

The compartment door opened and Professor Lupin came back in. "We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes. Are you all alright?" We all nodded, Tessa sniffling while doing so. "Tessa, would you like to go back to your compartment?"

Tessa shook her head. "They were all third years and none of them talked to me," Tessa explained. "I like you guys more."

We all laughed. Professor Lupin decided, since there were no more seats, to spend the rest of the trip in the front with the conductor. He bid us farewell and told us to finish the chocolate he left us with.

The rest of the train ride was spent in a blur of laughter and games, with us sitting either on the seats or on the floor. Tessa, it turned out, was a muggle born, so she had no idea how any of the wizarding games. We taught her exploding snap as well as explained the concept of quidditch.

The train came to a slow stop and the nine of us got up, brushing off candy wrappers and putting away games and books. We all made our way out into the corridor where there was a scramble to get out. We were pushed this way and that before finally emerging on an icy platform. Freezing rain was coming down in icy sheets, making the tiny platform as freezing as if it were the dead of winter.

"Todo, we're not in New York anymore," I muttered, and Tessa laughed, being the only one to get that other than Hermione who was farther away from me.

"Firs' years this way!" came Hagrid's voice. The half giant in question waved at the nine of us. I wasn't particularly close with Hagrid, but I knew that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were and he did help us out a lot last year. "All righ' you all?" Hagrid called.

We all waved, but couldn't be heard over the crowd. Tessa and Callie said goodbye to us then made their way over to where Hagrid was collecting all of the other first years. The carriage was only supposed to fit six, but the seven of us didn't feel like splitting up, so I sat on Harry's lap and we got a load of jokes about me being such a little sister. I then proceeded to point out that four of the seven of us are actually little siblings, three being sisters.

The carriage came to a stop and the seven of us clambered out, Neville bidding us farewell to go catch up with Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones.

"You fainted Potter?" came a voice in front of us. I turned away from where Neville had just left to find the gleaming blond head of Draco Malfoy standing in front of us. "You and your kid sister fainted?"

I pulled my wand out and pointed it at Malfoy. "Don't make me jinx you, Malfoy."

"Like I'm scared of some second year," Malfoy scoffed. I flicked my wand and Malfoy fell backwards, pushed into the door as if, wait for it, bound by air. "What are you doing," Malfoy said, scared. "What is this?"

"Is there a problem?" came Professor Lupin's calm voice came floating through the air.

"Oh, of course not, professor," I said, putting my wand away while simultaneously letting go of my control of the air. Malfoy gave a glare in our direction before stalking into the hall.

With a glint in his eye, Lupin said, "Run along, now. Professor McGonagall wants to see Hermione, Harry, and Emma. And you know how she doesn't like to be kept waiting."

I exchanged a questioning glance with Harry before making my way into the hall, breaking off from Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Astoria and continuing towards where professor McGonagall was.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?" I said when we reached the tall woman.

"Ah, Ms. Potter. This way." McGonagall turned on her heel and made her way across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and then along one more corridor before ushering her into her office. McGonagall settled down behind her desk and the three of us took the chairs in front of it. "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you two were taken ill on the train," McGonagall started looking at Harry and I.

I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could say anything, there was a soft knock at the door and Madame Pomfrey came bustling in.

I felt myself roll my eyes at the sight of her. Sure, the matron was extremely nice, but I was fine and I bet Harry was feeling the same way. I looked towards my brother and saw that his face was as red as my hair.

"Oh my gods, we're fine," I said tilting my head back and heaving a sigh.

"We seriously are, Professor. We're alright," Harry added.

"Oh it's you two, is it," Madame Pomfrey said. "Of course. It's always you two. I suppose you were doing something dangerous again, weren't you?"

"It was a dementor, Poppy," Professor McGonagall said. "Potter, Potter, and a first year, Callie Gareth were affected greatly."

"Oh yeah," I said. "Why isn't Callie here?"

Of course, I was ignored while the two teachers shared knowing and disapproving looks.

"Setting dementors around a school," Madame Pomfrey said, pushing back my hair first and feeling my head. I swatted her hand away which earned me a disapproving look as she moved and did the same to Harry. "They won't be the last ones who collapse. Yes, they're both very clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate-"

"Excuse me?" I said. "I'm not delicate." Like, really, my everyday life is more dangerous than pretty much everyone else. At the same time, Harry said, "I'm not delicate!" Hermione looked as if she was trying to hide her laughter.

"Of course you're not," the matron said absentmindedly, now feeling our pulses. I tried to pull away, but she kept a firm grip on my arm.

"What do they need," McGonagall said, getting straight down to buisness. "Bed rest? Perhaps they should spend the night in the hospital wing?"

"I. Am. Fine," I said, standing up. Harry followed suit, his face going red again. "Really, Professor."

"I don't know," Madame Pomfrey said. "You both are still very pale and clammy."

"It was nice seeing you," I said, making my way to the door.

"Ms. Potter," McGonagall said strictly. "Sit back down." I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and sat back in the chair. "Thank you."

"At least eat some chocolate," Madame Pomfrey insisted, looking slightly annoyed.

"We already had some," Harry said. "Professor Lupin gave some to us." I looked the other way, remembering that I gave mine to Tessa. Harry glanced over at me and said, "You didn't eat yours, did you?"

I glared at him and he gave me his overprotective brother look. Madame Pomfrey clicked her tongue and said, "Of course you didn't eat it." She broke both me and Harry a piece of chocolate and then stood over us to watch and make sure we ate it.

"Are you sure you feel alright?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes," Harry and I said at the same time.

"Very well, then. Can the two of you please wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule," McGonagall said. I stood up finally with Harry and the two of us made our way outside. Madame Pomfrey followed and shut the door. She gave us one last disapproving look before making her way back to the hospital wing muttering to herself.