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Chapter 9

Jason

Chapter 9

Jason

After the stupid pink toad finally stopped her speech, Professor Dumbledore spoke again.

"As I said, Quidditch trials will take place on the Quidditch field, if you didn't imagine that already.

"As for our new students...they each have more preferred types of magic. If you see them using one way of magic more than others, it is of that reason. Please, give all of them some welcome."

That led to a great applause from everyone who's name isn't Malfoy, Crabbe, or Goyle.

"Now, off for a great first night of sleep!" he called.

Hermione jumped up. "Ron! We have to show the first years the dormitory!"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I forgot..."

"Ronald, you're so irresponsible!"

They walked in front of the youngest students. Ron called, "hey, you lot! Midgets!"

"Ron!"

"Hey, they are on the small side..."

"Yes, but you can't call them midgets! How would you feel if Percy had called you a midget when he was prefect?"

"Offended, because he really wasn't that much larger than me at the time."

They led us up a few flights of stairs, and I was tempted to summon the winds to carry me, but so many people were looking at me it was possible they would see if my feet were bouncing about a foot above the ground...

Harry ran up ahead of us for some reason. After another flight, we saw a ghost holding a bunch of sticks. "New kids! Who are you?"

"Peeves, go away!" said Hermione in a stern voice. Peeves didn't do anything, but threw a stick at her. Nico stepped up. Immediately, the ghost froze. Nico stared him in the eye. They were probably exchanging thoughts or something.

"Uh, off to prank Hufflepuffs!" he called, zooming away.

Most of the older students looked confused. Peeves couldn't be a ghost easy to control, and the students probably knew that. Nico had controlled him with a look. We knew that he was a son of Hades, but the others hadn't.

"Told him to go away without saying as much as a word about Hades," Nico whispered to me. "Would've shown who we were. Imagine if they heard him say, 'master Nico! How's your father doing?' "

I grinned. Nico was pretty darn smart at times. We found Harry standing at the end of the corridor, arguing with another painting of a woman. Neville ran up to him. "I'll actually remember the password, for once! Mimbulus mimbletonia!"

"Correct," the painting said. I looked at her. She was rather fat. Later Ron told me that she was actually called the Fat Lady...

We went in. Percy gaped at all of the sofas and carpets. It was a wondrous place, really. I wanted to just fall asleep right there, but something told me we actually had to sleep on beds. A fire was burning in the fireplace(duh).

Hermione turned to us.

"Hey, Dumbledore said you guys sleep in a different dorm than the other fifth years. All of you get to share one room-"

That led to some arguments from the others.

"Hey, it's a boy-girl mixup!"

"No fair!"

"Blimey!"

"Shut up! Oh, I wasn't talking to you..."

One of the boys had shouted "shut up!" while looking at Thalia. She had glared at him.

"No complaints!" said Hermione firmly. "Americans, here please."

She moved a sofa so it revealed a door behind it. "This needs the touch of one of you. Preferably Percy."

Annabeth blinked. "Why Percy?"

"Because he's more powerful. It leaves a trace behind so that all-" She glanced around. The others had already left, leaving Harry, Ron, and us. "Also, us three can enter because we know that they are demigods." Harry waved to us, then followed the others upstairs.

"As I said," Hermione continued. "Percy's touch ensures it to know demigods better. He's more powerful, so the touch is also more powerful. After he does, all of your touches will have the same effect."

Percy shrugged and touched the door. It immediately expanded into a door. Leo started bursting out sentences, so Piper held a knife under his chin without even looking.

He stopped suddenly. I wonder why.

We entered, fascinated. It was every bit as good as the room in Grimmauld Place, but the walls were not black.

Instead, they were red and gold. There were twin beds for everybody, but again, there was a queen bed for Percy and Annabeth to share. Each bed also had a table.

There was a piece of parchment (on the tables) for everybody. I looked at mine. Again, the words were all messed up, but I could tell it was a schedule. Hermione and Ron had already left to sleep, so we figured, why not? We pulled our robes off (I didn't like them anyway) and put on pajamas.

Then, we fell asleep. If Percy had a saying, it would be, "Sleep more, you must cherish every moment." I guess every demigod had to follow that saying a bit.

As we woke to a clear blue sky, Harry and Ron entered our room. "Hey guys," Harry greeted us.

I noticed he looked a little dull and angry. "Hey, what's wrong?"

He scowled. "They're actually believing the Daily Prophet," he said grudgingly. Seamus's mom."

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "You mean about you being a nutter? And that Dumbledore's getting senile?"

He nodded glumly. I rose an eyebrow. Sadly, the only demigod who knew even a bit about wizard newspapers was Annabeth.

"Uh, is the Daily Prophet some kind of newspaper you guys have?" Leo asked. Harry nodded.

"And they say that Harry's lying about Voldemort!" Annabeth cut in.

Hermione appeared in the doorway. "Have you seen that?" She was pointing to a notice board, where there was a poster board saying something like, "Gallons of Galleons!" I couldn't read the rest, we were too far. Also, did you know I'm nearsighted? My glasses were still at the table.

Hermione marched over and ripped it off. "That's their limit."

Ron looked positively alarmed. "What? What's wrong with enjoying themselves?"

"They can't do this! We're prefects! Stopping them is a part of our job!"

Still arguing, they left to find their stuff.

Percy sighed. "Let's get to breakfast." He looked at his robes again. "Uh, how are these supposed to be put on? I forgot..."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and started helping him. Me and Piper went through the same process. Nico actually knew how to do it himself. Huh, maybe not all boys were completely clueless to clothing. Harry grinned and left to find Ron and Hermione.

Across the room, Frank was having the same problems. Thalia and Leo were, in a way, also doing the same as Percy and Annabeth.

But Thalia helped Leo mainly by yelling at him, blasting him, and bonking him on the head. Somehow, that actually worked out fine.

Leo's clothes were on, sure, but he was trying to back out of the door without Thalia noticing. Thalia noticed all right. She summoned a gust of wind and blew Leo all the way out to the fireplace. He shrugged and jumped out.

Then, it was like those cartoons when a character's legs spin around like wheels, and then they zip off. That character would be Leo. Thalia rolled her eyes and entered her bathroom to change. It's amazing how she can put it on in only five minutes, really. Piper finally put the cloak on me.

"All right, you can go. Check our schedule, I think they're all the same."

I looked at my paper. I turned the words into Latin, then started to read. After a while, I looked up.

"Erm, does anyone have a clue where these classrooms are supposed to be?"

Ron walked in again. "I do. Hey, can I see your schedule?"

I prodded my parchment to turn it back to English, then handed it to Ron.

"Wait...Jason, are all of your schedules the same?"

I shrugged. "Probably. Can I see yours?"

"We didn't get our yet. We're getting them at breakfast."

Percy perked up. "Breakfast?"

Annabeth jerked Percy's cloak on. He gasped. "Oh, so that's how you do it! Why didn't you tell me?"

Annabeth sighed exaggeratedly. "I've been trying to tell you for the last 10 minutes. Come on, seaweed brain, it's time to eat."

After the usual speed of Percy's eating, we checked out Harry's schedule.

"Hey, ours is all the same! Except for...wait." Harry looked at ours, his, then back to ours. "Hey! You guys don't have Trelawney!" You get a free period when we do."

Ron looked over at us. "Why?"

Piper shrugged. "Isn't divination like telling prophecies and stuff? Maybe Dumbledore doesn't want her to go all oracle on us in front of a whole class."

Thalia nodded thoughtfully. She had a wistful expression on her face. "Hey, can I use your fountain that you made in your room? I wanna call the hunters in our free period."

Percy nodded. "All right, let's go to... History of Magic

Harry made a face. "Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and Umbridge all in one day! This has to be the worse schedule I've ever seen! If only we had those skiving snackboxes."

"Am I hearing what I'm supposed to hear?" said Fred, coming up. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't want to skive off class?"

Ron thrust his paper in the twins' face in disgust. "Look at this!"

George examined it. "You know what, bro? You make a fair point. Hey, you could try a nosebleed nougat."

"Yeah, we'll give it to you cheap," said Fred.

Ron narrowed his eyes. "Why cheap? You've never given me any of your products cheap!"

George sighed. "Because you won't stop bleeding until you shrivel up. We've been trying to find an antidote. So far it's not working so well."

"Uh, I think I'll prefer lessons," said Ron. He put the schedule in his pocket.

Hermione looked at Fred and George firmly. "Speaking of which, you can't have tester summons on the notice board."

"Hey! Who says?"

"I do. And Ron."

Ron crossed his arms. "Says you, fine. Says me, not fine."

Fred and George shook their heads and walked away. Fred called over his shoulder, "don't react so fast, fifth year's O.W.L. You'll be killed from all the homework."

They walked along. I heard Fred say, "Kenneth Towler ended up with boils, remember?"

"That's cause you put Bulbadox powder in his clothes."

"Oh yeah..."

Hermione glared at their backs. "You know, I wonder how they got the money..."

Harry blushed. I knew he probably didn't want to go to this conversation, so I changed it. "Anybody know what Umbridge is all about?"

Piper snorted. "All I know is, she looks like a toad."

Percy grinned. "That's offensive."

Piper looked at him, astonished. "Are you defending her?"

"Who says it's offensive to her? It's offensive to Trevor."

Annabeth shook her head. "Class. Now."

Harry gestured to a hallway. "This way." He glanced at Nico. "Uh, professor Binns is a ghost."

He nodded shrewdly. Something tells me he already knew.

We entered the classroom that the wizards led us to. The teacher wasn't here yet. We found seats.

Ron leaned over and whispered, "Binns has to be the most boring teacher. He just rattles on and on about the subject. Hermione has to be the only one who listens."

At that moment, a ghost floated through a wall. He looked once at the class, and his eyes widened. Nico glared at him back. I saw him mutter something through gritted teeth. Binns nodded and started reading out loud. Literally. He didn't stop until the bell rang.

Seriously! I fell asleep in 10 minutes! And this wasn't even, say, spring. "If it were, we would all have fallen asleep in five minutes. Percy would be out before the professor even came in.

He was trembling slightly as he said, "class dismissed!"

As everybody else left, Nico was left. "Hey guys, you can stay," he said. "Thalia, go ahead and make your call. Divination is next for them."

She nodded curtly and left.

"Well," Nico crossed his arms. "Hello, Binns. How good to see you. Seems like you were one ghost that never went to the Underworld, yes?"

He nodded, his mouth quavering like Grover.

"Lady Hecate gave us permission slips!" At this, he pulled an official looking piece of parchment out of his pocket.

"Yes. And do you realize how much paperwork my father has for each ghost who stays? He has to write so much that in the end he made a stamp for his signature!"

"Um...yes, please tell him we are truly sorry..."

Nico glared at him. "Do the best you can. Do not reveal to anybody that we are demigods. If so...I will personally order you back to the Underworld, where you belong. Understand?"

Binns nodded. "Please, my next class is coming."

Nico gave him one last glare, then swept his cloak out and left. We followed after him. "Just how many ghost are in Hogwarts?" Percy asked.

Nico looked at him. "More than a hundred," he answered. "Let's get to potions."

Hermione had left us instructions on getting into the dungeon, but in the end Nico and Hazel just whisked us there with shadow-traveling. We had given up.

We entered the room, me sitting next to Harry and in front of Hermione. Soon, a wizard with greasy hair and a large nose entered. I had a distinct feeling that he was not one of the most pleasant instructors.

He walked to the front of the room, shutting windows as he went. Soon, he faced the class. "Now. Before we start class, I will remind you all that this year has the O.W.L.s. You will now try harder that every or suffer my...displeasure." He glanced at Neville.

Neville gulped. Clearly, potions was one of his worst subjects. "And my new students..." His lips curled, zoning in on us. I hope you will prove better potion makers than your friend Potter.

"Today we will be making a potion common in the Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is the draught of peace. Careful, if you are careless, it will cause the consumer to fall into a deep sleep...and sometimes internal."

Hermione's ears seemed to perk up, if possible, even more. Her eyes were as alert as when we fought monsters.

"Instructions are on the board. Materials are in the cupboard." He flicked his wand at the blackboard and cupboard, and the words appeared on the blackboard. The door of the cupboard opened.

"You have the rest of the class, approximately one and a half hours. Start. American exchanges, meet me at my desk."

We got out of our seats to go see Professor Snape. He looked at us, meeting our eyes individually.

"Professor Dumbledore has told me not to take more than one point from you at once...take care, carelessness will not help my temper."

He handed us pieces of parchment. "These are the instructions in your language. You will do well to humor me."

We walked back to our tables, where the other people were already making their potions. I looked at my sheet. Bunches of instructions were scrunched on it, like, "stir clockwise blah blah blah times, stir counterclockwise blah blah blah times," and so on.

We struggled a bit with the potion, since the instructions were so complicated. For instance, the fire has to be turned on a exact heat, and the water has to boil at the right level so we could add other ingredients.

Annabeth and Hermione seemed to have no problem at all. Even Percy seemed to be doing all right, as he seriously loved water. Me? Not so much. When I'm frustrated, I tend to make things fly up or catch electricity. Leo's was by far the worst out of the demigods. Whenever he picked something up to add in, it burst into flames. That and complete un-concentration does not make a good potion combination.

Luckily, the fumes of the potions blocked others from seeing this, as it would've rose some eyebrows.

Snape smirked at Harry's cauldron. "Tell me Potter, what is this supposed to be?"

Harry scowled. "The draught of peace," he said.

Snape had a winning expression. "Can you read? You have not done the third line quite as well as I would like."

The Slytherins in the class were all grinning. No doubt they loved it when Harry was tortured by Snape.

"Evanesco," Snape muttered. Harry's potion disappeared altogether. "This is a waste of materials, Potter. The rest of you, fill a flagon with your potion and bring it up to my desk for testing."

I looked at my potion. The instructions had said that a light, silver vapor was supposed to be rising from the liquid. Mine had a white vapor. Oh well, what the heck? I filled a small bottle, then brought it to his desk.

Harry looked completely angry. No doubt Snape and Harry hated each other very very very very much.

"Homework!" Snape called. "12 inch parchment on moonstone an it's properties in potion making. Due on Thursday."

Harry marched out of the room, still grumbling. Seriously, his potion had actually been pretty good. Leo's was like a burnt pancake instead of a potion.

Which reminded me-we hadn't given the gods any offerings for a long time. They were going to get angry. I made a note to remember at lunch. Luckily, that was next, so remembering wasn't so hard.

At lunch, Piper forced Leo to hide his hand under the table and light a fire, and everyone gave the best of their food to him for burning. Luckily, the food already smelled plenty nice, so nobody really noticed the lovely smell coming from under the Gryffindor table.

After lunch was time to see Umbridge, how she teaches, and if she was any good. Judging from her looks, her voice, and her speech, I wasn't so enthusiastic about that.

Scores for the PJ/HP question!

PJ=5

HP=1

N=1

Bye! Sorry if I don't have enough Solangelo fluff when I add him.