Author's Note: Let the games BEGIN! May the odds be ever in your favour!

Voice from afar: Wrong book series!

Me: Shut up!

Percy's first thought of the castle had been 'Woah.'

The thing was huge! Like, Texas huge. Him and the others had been admiring it from the car while they drove up.

And Percy had not been expecting a crowd. A few teachers, maybe, but an entire school? It made him uncomfortable.

After the car came to a stop, Piper and Annabeth opened the door and ran to the back to bring out Chiron's 'wheelchair'. It wasn't his real wheelchair, he was already in that one. But to sell the wheelchair-bound-teacher charade, they had to make it look like they were lifting him into it from the car. It was hard, but Jules-Albert, Nico's chauffeur from Hades, was a parallel parking master - unlike Percy, who couldn't even drive a chariot. Jules parked so that the opened passenger door would block them all from sight.

It took all four of them to lift Chiron, in his proper wheelchair, to the ground without much noise. They did it to a count of three, then Annabeth pushed him out from behind the door while Piper tossed the other, still folded wheelchair into the passenger seat and thanked Jules-Albert in French.

Chiron addressed the man on the steps into the school: "Albus!" he said. He noticed that Annabeth was still holding his wheelchair and politely asked her to let go.

The man, Albus, asked about their flight. Percy flashed back to himself gripping his armrest on his left and Annabeth's hand on his right while she tried to reassure him that Zeus wouldn't shoot them down with Jason in the plane.

"Ah, well. We survived." Chiron said.

Percy smiled at the joke. Barely, he thought.

"And the drive?" Albus asked.

Percy thought back to the drive from the hotel they'd stayed at to Hogwarts. What was supposed to take four hours took five. It was alright for the first three hours; him and Annabeth had slept, Piper did homework while Jason either helped or slept on her books. But in the third hour, Jules-Albert had noticed a car following them and had to take a detour that added an hour to the drive. By the time they reached the castle, the demigods were getting pretty restless.

"Interesting. Albus, remind me to never put four ADHD wizards in the same car for five hours ever again." Chiron said.

Albus and Chiron talked a little more about gods-know-what (Heh) until Dumbledore finally let them into the castle.

The room they were led into was called the Great Hall and Percy could see exactly why. It was huge. Four long tables ran the length of the place with tablecloths of different colours covering them: green and silver, blue and silver, yellow and black, and red and gold. The ceiling disappeared into an open sky, giving Percy an onset of homesickness for the dining pavilion which was open to the stars. Percy guessed that this ceiling, however, was just a spell, considering this was Scotland where it rained a lot (Annabeth made him do research) and they're wizards. Why wouldn't you have a bewitched ceiling?

The demigods had a problem though: they didn't know where to sit. They caught up with Chiron.

"Where should we sit, Professor Brunner?" Jason asked.

"This table here," he said pointing to the red and gold table. "Gryffindor for the brave? Yes, quite fitting."

The demigods rolled their eyes. "Haha very funny." Percy said, but they sat down anyway.

Chiron leaned into them, he spoke in ancient Greek: "That boy just down the table. With the black hair? He's the one who needs protecting. Albus feels he'll be involved one way or another." And then he wheeled away.

Percy, Annabeth, Piper and Jason (who took a second to understand what had been said because he was still not quite good at ancient Greek) nodded and stole sideways glances down the table, one at a time so as not to make him uncomfortable or to make him feel like they were staring.

They found a rather unimpressive 'Chosen One'. He was a bit taller than the average high school freshman, but quite thin. He under his round-rimmed glasses his eyes were emerald green. His shaggy, misbehaving hair was jet-black. He looked like a normal kid.

Except the scar of his forehead. It just peaked out from behind his bangs. It was shaped like a lightning bolt. Percy tried to remember the story: an evil man tried to kill him as a baby but couldn't. Now the evil man wants revenge.

Sounds familiar, Percy thought. He thought of all the monsters and Titans who he'd killed/dispelled to Tartarus who probably wanted revenge. He couldn't: there were too many.

Annabeth touched his knee. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just glad to have made it here alive." He replied.

"Ditto." Piper said.

"Yeah, but what's next?" Jason said, reminding everyone of the quest at hand. "I mean, we'll probably regret this. We might die. Chiron said this will be dangerous."

"Jason the optomist as usual I see." Percy teased.

"Just sayin'," Jason said.

They laughed. Percy was glad he at least had some friends with him in this new place.

Percy picked up one of the golden plates in front of him. "Dang!" he said. "Wizards eat in style!"

Annabeth was about to say something when, she looked toward the teacher's table. The old man from earlier, Albus and a bunch of other teacher-like people had entered. Percy noticed two empty chairs, but then he noticed something that made his blood run cold.

A giant.

"Guys?" he said.

"We see." Annabeth replied. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Maybe giants are different for wizards?"

"You think so?" Piper asked.

"I don't know." Annabeth shrugged. "Perce, ask that girl just down the table."

Percy turned to face the girl with bushy brown hair about two feet down the table from him. "Excuse me?" he said, tapping her on the shoulder.

She turned. "Yes?"

"That woman, the one in black, is she a giant?"

The girl looked at her redheaded friend across the table. He sized Percy up and then said: "Yeah, I reckon she's half giant."

"And are giants in this country… nice?" Percy asked.

"Some. Considering she's a head teacher, I'd say she's probably alright."

"Thanks." Percy turned back to his friends. "Well, there you have it."

"Phew." Piper said.

Albus stayed standing, and silence fell over the hall. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and - most particularily - guests," he said, beaming at everyone. "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust that your stay here will be both comfortable and enjoyable."

That makes two of us, Percy thought.

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Author's note: This chapter was longer, but it was getting too long so I've cut it in two. Next chapter hopefully coming soon! But I'm going camping this weekend so IDK.