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"blah," –Greek

Blah -Horsey telepathy

Percy's POV

After I pulled out a jar of Greek fire (along with choruses of "Percy can think!" and "The world is ending!"), and we sacrificed to the gods, lots of people were looking at us weird.

Ron looked at us like we had just performed an unforgivable crime. I guess in his mind he did.

After dinner we went to our dorms in Gryffindor tower.

I had I strange dream about some creepy dude named Voldemort and a weird snake.

Then I started to dream about someone getting tortured after someone screamed something in Latin.

Just your average demigod dream.

After Annabeth dragged me out of bed, and Thalia shocked Nico awake, we went down to breakfast, where everyone had their schedules.

Dumbledude walked up and said, "Ah, hello Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, Nico. I have had your schedules made specially. Here you are."

He handed us some paper, and after a moment I realized it was in ancient Greek, just like we discovered our textbooks were.

But the strange thing was, when Hermione grabbed my schedule to look at it, the words shifted to English, then back to Greek when she handed it to me.

"We seem to have all the same classes other than Charms, DADA, and transfiguration," she said pointedly.

"Cool," I mumbled sleepily. "Wait. What's day-duh?" (1)

"D-A-D-A," Harry spelled out. "It stands for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"What's our first class," Annabeth asked excitedly.

"Care of magical creatures with Slytherin," Ron said the last part in disgust and anger.

"What's wrong with Slytherin?" Nico asked. Then a ghost floated over, gasped and started bowing.

"Oh, great," Nico grumbled, facepalming, making me, Thalia, and Annabeth crack up, and leaving the wizards confused.

After scarfing down our breakfasts, we packed up our book bags and set out for a little hut near the edge of the forest. Hermione left, going to a class called Arithmancy.

"I wonder what Hagrid's got for us today," Harry mused.

"I think I heard him say something about unicorns," Ron replied.

Annabeth and I looked at each other and spoke in Greek, "Do you think they'll know me?" I asked worriedly.

"I don't think so. This is a whole new place. So, probably not," she replied, though not very confidently.

Thalia and Nico heard what we were saying and also grew worried.

We got there, and the giant guy who took us across the lake in the boats said, "All righ' gather roun! Now, as yeh may have heard, we're working with unicorns fer a while. Leh me bring 'em out, but you lot of boys be'er stay back. They don't take to kindly ter boys." (AN: Good Hagrid accent? Sounds kinda… pirate-y. Oh well.)

He slowly brought out 2 unicorns, who pawed at the ground.

They looked at me. Like, dead on, there was no denying it,

Crap.

They broke from Hagrid's grasp and charged at me. Hagrid screamed at me to move before they hit me, but I knew what was happening.

They stopped about a yard from me and bowed down, and I heard in my head, My lord.

Everyone but Nico, Annabeth and Thalia gaped at me.

I sighed and walked up to the unicorns stroking their backs. Hey guys, what are your names?

I am Celestial, the female one said.

The male added, and I am Clover.

Well I'm glad to meet you, but no one is supposed to know my dad is Poseidon.

Of course, of course, they chanted, backing away, then calmly trotting to Hagrid.

Hagrid gaped at me.

"How did-" "I have a way with horses," I said quickly.

The unicorns dutifully stayed away from me, though at one point, Clover reared, about to stomp a Gryffindor kid.

"HEY!" I snapped, and he bashfully looked away. Apologies, lord.

After that embarrassing class, we went to herbology with the Hufflepuffs.

Annabeth, Thalia and I couldn't control our laughter as every plant hissed and withered away from Nico.

Afterwards, we had potions with Slughorn. (Seriously, these names were cracking me up.)

Harry was scary good at it, and we demigods weren't having too much trouble, though everyone else was doing terrible, except Hermione.

We finally stopped for lunch, where we pulled out the jar of Greek fire.

"What is that?" Hermione asked, scaring the crap out of me.

I must have looked really startled, because she said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"Its fine," I coughed.

I was waiting for her to leave so that I could sacrifice, but when it became obvious she wasn't leaving, I sighed in defeat.

I picked up the juiciest, best part of my steak and tossed it in, whispering, "Poseidon," just loud enough for the gods to hear, knowing Hermione heard me whisper, but not what I said.

"What did you whisper?"

"A prayer," I said shortly, then put the jar away. I pointedly turned away to Annabeth, and Hermione left. I know, super rude, but she was being nosey.

We finally left lunch to go to history of magic. We waited for the professor, and as soon as he floated through the wall, I knew this class would be fun.

I looked over at Nico, Thalia, and Annabeth, who were all smirking.

"As you all know I am Professor Binns, and- AHHH!" he shrieked as soon as he caught sight of Nico.

"I-I-I-I-I'm…Uhh…" he trailed off, staring at Nico.

"May I ask what you are teaching us today, professor," Nico asked politely, with a completely straight face.

If a ghost could get paler, Binns just did. Nico had an innocent look on his face. I saw Annabeth biting her knuckles to keep from laughing, Thalia seemed to being covering them with a cough, and I was just shaking with silent laughter.

"Why-we-uhh-," he spluttered, then cleared his throat (Even though he's a ghost), and said "We are going to be learning about the Goblin Wars."

The lesson was actually really cool. He made a reenactment with pictures and stuff.

At the end of the lesson, Binns said, "Now, for homework-" he stopped at Nico's glare, then continued in a squeaky voice, "You shall relax."

Everyone cheered as we left, though they looked a little confused.

The next few days passed without incident, until we went to divination.

We walked all the way up a huge tower, leaving Harry and Ron huffing, but after outrunning crazy monsters that are out to kill you, you develop some endurance. They aren't exactly snails.

But I digress.

We crawled through a trap door to a musty, uncomfortable room. I paired up with Annabeth, Nico paired up with Thalia, and Harry paired up with Ron.

"Hey," Harry called over.

"Yes?"

"This lady is a hoax, she tells me I'm going to die every day, so don't worry much about what she says," he said, trying to sound reassuring.

"Uhh, thanks," I replied, sounding pretty amused.

After a few minutes a women barged in. She kinda reminded me of a sparkly bug. She had huge, goggle-like glasses, and was very skinny and kind of sickly looking.

"Hello, class. I am professor Trelawney. I am here to teach you to see with your inner eye," she said in a weird whispy voice.

"Please open your books, and study your partner's dreams," she chimed, and then started walking around.

After a few minutes of all us demigods sniggering at these ridiculous explanations, she walked over and gasped, pointing at me.

Harry's POV

Trelawney gasped, pointing at Percy.

"You, child, shall die drowning!" she gasped out.

The room fell silent.

I heard Nico splutter behind me, and before long, all four of the Americans were laughing.

Trelawney ignored them and moved on to Thalia. She pointed a gnarled finger and said, "You shall be struck my lightening!"

The laughing got even louder.

Trelawney finally stopped to stare at them, probably wondering why they were laughing.

"I wish Rachel was here to see this," Percy gasped, and they laughed harder still.

"You!" she pointed at Nico, who's smile slid of, replaced by an annoyed exasperated look.

"Oh, gods," he sighed. "Here we go."

"You are surrounded by much death! So much death, and suffering, and pain."

"Yeah," Nico replied, sounding bored. "I'm aware."

She moved to Annabeth, and said, "You, child, shall bring about the end of your days, lacking in the knowledge to survive."

Annabeth looked highly offended, as did the rest of them.

"Fine, you know what, psycho?" Thalia said angrily. "You are insulting to our family. Just wait until my brother (2) hears about this!"

"You should leave this job for people who know what they're doing," Percy said angrily.

"Yeah, you are definitely pissing off our cousin," (3) Nico added, and the sunlight coming through the windows brightened until it was painfully radiant.

"Let's go," Annabeth said, sounding disgusted.

They went out the trap door, stomping angrily. Trelawney looked stunned. "Please continue, students," she croaked.

The rest of the class was uneventful. We left the classroom, and went to lunch, where Percy, Nico, Thalia, and Annabeth were.

"Who is your brother?" Hermione blurted.

"Fred," Percy simply replied, and Thalia choked on laughter. (4)

"And why are surrounded by death," Ron demanded, glaring at Nico. He was obviously accusing Nico of being a Death Eater.

"Well, we all are," Nico said.

"Why would you see so death?" I asked.

All of their faces darkened. They had a painful look in their eyes, and Percy put an arm around Annabeth.

"Nothing," he said, but I knew he knew we wouldn't buy it.

They all got up and left, sadness slumping their shoulders.

I wondered what could have possibly made them like that. They could have been over-reacting, but I doubted it. I promised myself I would find out.

Then I turned to Hermione and Ron arguing about God knows what.

(1) Yeah, that's how I pronounce it in my head, and Jo never specified how they say that acronym, but I doubt they spell it out every time.

(2) Apollo, half-brother to Thalia, sharing Zeus as their father.

(3) Once again, Apollo, if he's Zeus' son, and Poseidon and Hades are Zeus' brothers, then that makes them cousins. Loosely.

(4) Well, since a large amount of people didn't understand the reference last time, I shall explain.

"'Apollo?' I guessed, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.

He put his finger to his lips. 'I'm incognito. Call me Fred.'"

-The Titans Curse, Chapter 11, page 155

That rotten Harry. Always sneaking around. Just kidding, I love Harry. Siriusly.

Remember. If this is, lets say, September 8th, it's only been a week or two since the war, and our poor demi-babies are in mourning.

ON TO THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Till next time

-Schocker