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Yes, the letter was copied word for word because I didn't want to rephrase it-it's perfect already. Plus, what if I rephrase it and then suddenly the outside people can figure it out? Oh, never mind.

Chapter 13

Harry

I woke a up earlier than everyone else on Saturday morning, first to savor the happiness of weekends-then to groan, get out of bed, and drag myself to the common room to write Sirius.

I picked up my quill and put the tip on my chin. I knew what essential information I had to include, but how was I supposed to include them without any outside people figuring out the meaning? I thought for quite some time, then dipped the pen into the ink and started to write.

Dear Snuffles,

Hope you're okay, the first week back here's

been terrible, I'm really glad it's the weekend.

We've got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,

Professor Umbridge. She's nearly as nice as your mum.

I'm writing because that thing I wrote to you about last

summer happened again last night when I was doing

a detention with Umbridge.We're all missing

our biggest friend, we hope he'll be back soon.

Please write back quickly.

Best,

Harry

I looked at it and reread it a couple more times to see if a outsider would get anything out of it. Snuffles was not a real person, so outsiders wouldn't know who "Snuffle's" mom is. Even though my name was on it, no one would know I was writing to Sirius, right?

Hopefully, Sirius will know who I meant by our "biggest friend." I mean, even he should know that Hagrid is kind of big, right?

I got up and headed for the exit. Once out, I saw Mrs. Norris staring at me. She bounced away when she saw I was going to the Owlery.

I wasn't doing anything wrong. There was no reason for Filch to do me in for sending a letter. I continued on my way.

Suddenly, I spotted a little, almost invisible man holding the bust of Paracelsus. I groaned. Pevees. I did not want the marble bust of somebody falling on my head, so I turned and went the longer but more Paracelsus-bust-free route.

I entered the owlery, looking around for Hedwig. "There you are. Come down here, I've got a letter to send."

She fluttered over and nibbled my ear affectionally. "Right, this is for Sirius, so don't go around looking for someone name Snuffles, alright? Snuffles is a pseudonym."

She blinked her eyes, which usually meant "yes."

I sent her out the the window, and then I saw another one of those black horse-bats that had pulled the carriages before. Ron and Hermione had not seen them.

Just then, the owlery door opened again. I half-expected it to be Filch, so I was quite glad that I had sent Hedwig off already.

I turned and received a surprise. Cho was standing there, holding a parcel and a letter. My insides seemed to go numb.

"My mum's birthday," she panted, holding the parcel up. "Just remembered, sending her a present."

She looked around for a school owl, finally deciding on a brown barn owl.

Just then, Filch really did come in. "Aha!" He yelled in glee. "Potter, I jus received a tip-off saying you are trying to order a massive amount of Dungbumbs! Hand that order form over from your pocket, now!"

I turned. "Who told you I was sending a order for Dungbombs?"

"Never you mind! Now, give it to me!"

I crossed my arms crossly. "I'm not ordering Dungbombs. Plus, it's already sent."

"Yeah? Then how do I know you're not hiding it in your pocket?"

His eyes wavered to my pocket, and I had no intention of letting him search through them even though I wasn't actually ordering Dungbombs. It would've gotten my robes dirty.

"I saw him send it!" said a voice indignantly. I spun around. Cho was standing there with an expression like, defy me and you'll pay!

Filch blinked. "You saw him send it?"

"Yes, I did!"

"Oh..." he hobbled outside.

Cho turned to me. "You weren't actually ordering Dungbombs, were you? Because if you did, give me a few, I want to pelt Umbridge with it-"

"No!" I said, laughing. "Though I would, too."

She nodded. "Er...has Gryffindor gotten a new Keeper?"

I nodded. "Ron Weasley."

She cocked her head. "The Tornadoes hater? Is he any good?"

I fidgeted uncomfortably. Ron had attacked Cho about her Quidditch team on Thursday, and I wasn't keen to remind her that. "Yeah...he's all right, but I was in detention for his tryout, I didn't see..."

Her expression turned angry. "That's Umbridge woman is a git...putting you in detention just because you told the truth! You were so brave, standing up to her when no one else had the guts."

"Yeah well...the American transfers turned her room all sorts of colors to have revenge on that."

She grinned happily. "I'd like to see that."

I grinned as well, but it was more anxious than happy. She had called me brave...that alone already made my day better.

We parted when she was going down the West Wing.

"Harry!" called Percy when joined my friends at breakfast. "Where were you? I could never awake that early!"

"Yeah, and what are you so pleased... never mind." Piper smirked. I shrugged. As a daughter of the love goddess, Piper must've figured it out very easily.

"The Daily Prophet!" cried Hermione as the owls came speeding along. Her mouth dropped open when she started scrolling through it.

"What?" asked Annabeth.

I grabbed her newspaper. "Sirius!" I whispered. "They say that they got a tip-off that Sirius was hiding in London! No!"

"Malfoy."

I spun around. Nico was looking over my shoulder at the paper with Will Solace at his side. My face contorted in shock as I realized what he meant. "Lucius Malfoy must've recognized Sirius at Platform nine and three quarters!"

Frank sighed. "Now he really can't leave. Anything else Order-related?"

Hazel slapped her hand over her boyfriend's mouth.

"Sorry," he whispered in a muffled voice. He squinted at the paper. "Sturgis Podmore? Didn't Mad-Eye say he was part of the Order?" he whispered.

"Blimey, you're right!" said Ron. "Arrested for trying to break through a high-security door?"

Jason shook his head. "And sentenced to Azkaban..."

"Maybe the Ministry lured him there and he wasn't actually trying to steal something!" Ron whispered.

Hermione made a face. "You know, the way the Ministry's acting right now, I wouldn't be surprised if they actually did."

She thought for a moment, then sighed as they finished their breakfast. "Never mind, think we can get some homework done?"

Leo groaned. "We don't get any homework back at Camp!"

"Yeah well...Leo, it's not Camp time right now," said Annabeth. "Come on, Inanimus Conjurus sounds kind of fun."

He groaned, but Ron and I stood. "Sorry 'Mione, I promised Ron to help him with Quidditch. Plus, I haven't rode my Firebolt for so long!" My expression turned wistful, thinking of the wonderful feeling of zooming, flying, being free...

"Sorry, we can do it tonight and tomorrow!" Ron called as we left.

We arrived at the field after picking up our brooms from our dorms. We changed into our Quidditch robes. Picking out the Quaffle from the ball cupboard, Ron took a deep breath.

"Ready, Ron?"

He nodded and swung his long leg over the broomstick. I did the same with my Firebolt. We kicked off and soared into the lovely, clear sky. Ron was actually all right, he stopped most of the balls I shot from scoring. As we continued, he got even better.

After a few hours, we finally returned to eat lunch, then zoomed off for the real training that involved the rest of the team.

As Ron had told me they would, his twin brothers teased him about being a prefect and all that.

"All right!" Angelia called. She came from the captain's office. "Get the ball crate out please. Oh, and...spectators are out there. Ignore them, please."

Something told me the specters just might be Slytherins. Sure enough, they were jeering at us from the stands when we walked out.

"Oh, what's Weasley riding? An old log with a hovering charm put on it?" called Malfoy. Even if Angelia had told us to ignore it, it was pretty hard to resist throwing a few good Dungbombs in Malfoy's face.

Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed and shrieked. Ron's ears turned scarlet as he kicked off his broom.

I flew up to his height, trying to encourage him to ignore the idiots.

Angelia flung her hair out of her eyes. "Okay, let's just start with a few passes to warm up-"

"Hey, Johnson!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked. "Did you eat worms today? Because I think they're oozing out of your hair!"

Some of the other Slytherins laughed.

Angelia turned her back firmly on them. "All right, spread out."

We spread into a slight heptagon, and Angelia threw the Quaffle to Fred. He passed it to George, then me. I threw it to Ron, praying to whichever Greek go was in charge of the throwing ad catching of Quaffles, but Ron dropped it.

The green and silver crowd below is jeered and roared with laugher.

Ron dove down to get it again, and Fred and George were probably about to throw some insults as well, but they were probably feeling too bad for their little Ronnie.

"Come on, Ron!" Angelia shouted. "Throw it!"

Ron threw the ball to Alicia. She threw it to me again, me George, and so on. I finally got it from Angelia with a spin, and I threw it quickly to Ron, still praying to that mysterious god that-never mind, Ron dropped it again.

"Pay attention, Ron!" Angelia shouted. Ron dove down again, but I could still see his red ears as the Slytherins called insults and howled with laugher.

After finally receiving the Quaffle fir the third time, Ron caught it. Unfortunately, he threw it on to Katie Bell's face so hard that her nose started to bleed. I reminded myself not to mention this to Percy, he seemed to have had some bad experiences with nosebleeds.

Fred handed Katie a purple sweet, which she ate.

We then got the Snitch and the Bludgers out.

The chasers passed the Quaffle around and scored for Ron's goal. I flew around, looking for the snitch.

"Katie, can't you stop the nose bleed?"

Katie shook her head wildly, wiping the blood off her face. The Slytherins kept on cheering.

Fred pulled another purple sweet, identical to the one he'd given Katie. He examined it more carefully, then looked back at Katie with obvious horror.

I finally spotted the snitch near the opposite goal post but then everybody started zooming to Katie,

Her face was pale, and her sleeve was covered with blood.

Angelia turned to Fred. "What did you give her?" she demanded.

"Uh...I gave her a blood blisterpod on accident, sorry-"

Angelia sighed. "Fred, George, take her to the hospital wing. The rest of the team...well, I see no way we can practice with only four people."

I groaned and flew over to the snitch, grabbing it out of the sky and then landing next to the ball crate. I dropped the snitch back in its place then joined Ron as he walked back to school.

As I got into the almost-empty common room, Hermione looked up. "How was practice?" she asked.

Leo sighed. "You can't tell?" he said thickly. "Look at their expression, practice couldn't have been good."

He looked at us. "Right?"

"Right," I answered him, looking around for Percy and Annabeth, then noticing they weren't here. Ron seemed to notice the change, as well. Usually, they would be giggling their hearts out-or punching each other's hearts out.

"In the lake," said Jason casually, like anyone else would say, "getting my robes."

I nodded. Then a thought flashed in my mind. "Wait, did you say in the lake? Can Annabeth breathe underwater?"

Piper shrugged. "Probably not. But Percy's probably just taking her on an adventure."

I nodded slowly. If Percy was in the Triwizard Tournament, he would've gotten first place for the second round, no problem.

"So!" I said. "Homework now?"

Ron groaned. "We better. Hermione 'll go berserk if we don't, not to mention all of the teachers.

I sighed. But what could we do? As soon as I took my quill and parchment put, though, Hermione gasped and pointed at the window.

I looked and gasped as well.

It was Hermes. Percy's owl. And Percy hadn't contacted us in a very, very long time.

"Hermes!" Hermione called.

Piper blinked. "What's the god of travelers doing here? Oh, Percy-" she giggled. "Named his owl Hermes?

"Percy Jackson shares his name, funnily enough. And Percy Weasley named his messenger Hermes. Hermes just seems to be the god of messengers as well."

I snickered, but right now there were more major things to do.

Percy's letter and Hermes.

"Open the letter up!" said Leo. "What could go wrong?"

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