A boy stopped in front of a wall. He paced in front of it three times and the wall opened. Draco Malfoy stepped in and frowned. The room was filled with useless broken things; he didn't saw how this would help him in his mission. He browsed through the objects quickly but carefully, searching for that one cabinet. He quickly grew annoyed with the broken record that was playing the same thing over and over again as he tossed a green apple up and down on his palm while he searched.

Draco stopped. He had that feeling that the answer was very near. He frowned once more for not seeing it. Draco turned and saw a shape covered with a dusty and dirty curtain. He pulled it off. At last, he found what he was searching for.

For the next three months that was our schedule. Nothing out of the ordinary happened over those past months, very normal and peaceful. Well, as normal and peaceful as it could get when you're a demigod going to a wizard school in London. And that worried me. As a daughter of one of the Big Three with almost seven years of experience, nothing peaceful ever happens for three consecutive months.

I didn't dare to mention this to others because I'm afraid I might ruin it. At least, that's what the half of me that wants a normal life wants. The other half wants the opposite because it got boring. Man, if I feel this way, I wonder what Clarisse is feeling. Note to self: ask Clarisse to spar.

"So are you planning on trying out for Quidditch?" asked Nico.

I snorted. "Did you just seriously ask me that question?" I raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe you decide to try it out."

"The day I go flying without riding a Pegasus is the day our dear cousin stops spouting bad poetry." I responded. "Thalia, are you joining?" She gave me the I-can't-believe-you-even-asked-me-that look. I shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe you got over your fear. Which, by the way, is ironic seeing as your father rules the sky."

Nico, Thalia, Percy, Annabeth and I talked about random things, as we walked to the Quidditch field. Somehow we started from movies and went to food to music to Quidditch. Don't even ask how we went from music to Quidditch, because I have no clue whatsoever.

We got to the field minutes later as the team was starting their drill session. I wasn't surprise that the Stoll brothers were auditioning. I was suddenly worried for the other team. They were both trying out for the roll of the Beater, since the Weasley twins decided to concentrate more on starting their own joke shop. However, there were some players that I was surprise to see in the try-outs, mainly Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. I didn't expect Ron to be a person who would be into this kind of thing; he looks like the type of person who doesn't want to deal with the pain of this game. I can see Harry doing this but not as a captain; he just doesn't have that aura around him.

The players took their field and the drill commenced. Ron's rival for the keeper spot was doing a great job of protecting the goalie. And eyeing Hermione. I forgot what his name was; let's call him Guy 1, shall we? Wow, even here Aphrodite is messing with people's love life. Ron was . . . well . . . doing ok I guess. He kept the ball out but without any finesse. If I were the captain, Ron was off of my list. Oh look, he nearly fell off of his broomstick. Oh well.

I turned to Annabeth as she was discussing her plans for Capture the Flag this upcoming Friday. Katie, Nico, Thalia, Percy and I were on her team while Piper, Leo, Lou Ellen, Travis, Connor and Will was on Clarisse's team. Normally, Annabeth tries to get as many as she can but since all the children of the Big Three were on her side, she was fine with having one less than the enemy.

"The borders will still remain the same, which would be the hiking trail. Nico, you help Ariana protect the flag; Thalia and Katie, you two distract the other team while Percy and I…" I tuned her out seeing as I don't really need to hear the rest of it.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hermione muttered something under her breath. I looked over at the field and saw Guy 1 moved to the side, letting a beater fly past him and unto the goal. He looked so confused and probably was. I looked again at Hermione and saw her tried to hide her smile. She saw me looking at her and she blushed as I raised my eyebrow accusingly at her. I shook my head and paid attention to Annabeth once more.

" . . . flag and run over to our side. Clear?" Percy nodded.

"Mm-hm." I yawned. "I don't know about you guys but I'm tired. I'm going to bed early. See ya."

Remember when I said that a part of me wants the school year to stay peaceful and the other part wants something to happen? Well, it seems that that the non-peaceful part gets its wish. I dreamt that I was in a very dark room. It was not one of that it's-dark-because-there's-hardly-any-light-on. It was because it's-dark-because-everything-was-brown-gray-and-black.

A woman in an emerald green dress paced back and forth across the room. Even with her graying hair, she looked beautiful. A man dressed in black sat on a chair as he watched the woman.

"He is just a boy," said the woman worriedly. "He should never have to do this."

"The Dark Lord has chosen him to do his will, Narcissa. We can't change his mind without him killing our son," said the man.

"Lucius, he is just a boy. Kill the Headmaster of Hogwarts? He should never have to do this kind of thing. What if he fails? What if he'll be found out? Our son could be thrown in Azkaban or worse!"

"He will be fine. Severus will help him."

The scenes changed. This time I was someone else in a forest, the Forbidden Forest to be exact. I looked at a necklace before me. It was beautiful; it had intricate metal patterns with sea-green stones. I lifted it with the elevation spell and made it touched the nearest living creature, which happens to be a dear. Instantly, the dear drop dead.

That morning I told Annabeth, Percy, Thalia and Nico my dream.

"Someone is planning to kill the Headmaster!"

"Unless I heard wrong in my dream, then yes. Someone is planning to kill the Headmaster."

"And Snape is helping him?" I nodded. "We need to tell Dumbledore."

"What? You already know?" said Thalia.

"Yes, I do," said Dumbledore. He was about to continue when someone knocked on the door. "Come in."

Severus Snape walked in. "You wanted to see me, Headmaster?"

"Ah, Severus. Yes, come in, come in." Snape walked farther into the room eyeing us suspiciously. "I have never really been truthful with the staff members, and I called you here to tell you." Dumbledore proceeded to tell him our true heritage and why we are here. Needless to say, Professor Snape was shocked.

"You mean to tell me that they are half-bloods?" asked Snape.

"The preferred term is demigods," I said.

He ignored me and continued on, "And they're here to help defeat the Dark Lord?"

"That's right," Dumbledore nodded. "That's not all. They have dreams that sometimes let them see what's going to happen in the future or what is happening presently. They also have an oracle."

"Like Trelawney."

"Trelawney would've been a better oracle if she stop making false predictions. You'll know that a prediction/prophecy is true if the one who delivered it doesn't remember what it is," said Annabeth.

"Or if it's a dream," added Nico.

"Or if it's a dream," confirmed Annabeth.

"Right," said Dumbledore. "And Ariana here had a dream about your godchild's mission." Snape raised his eyebrow at me. I looked him in the eye and raised my eyebrow in a do-you-have-a-problem-with-me manner. I know, I know. That's not how I should treat a teacher, but seriously? His godchild's mission ended my peaceful moment. Dumbledore turned to us, "I haven't been truthful with you either. Professor Snape had been working as a double agent for me." Our eyebrows disappeared to our hairlines.

"Double agent?" said Percy.

"Impressive," I said. "Not many can handle the task of being a double agent. Either they break under pressure or they're found out and killed."

"Not bad for a guy," commented Thalia.

Snape raised his eyebrows at her. "She's the lieutenant of the Hunters," said Percy as if what he said was self-explanatory, which it was. Snape was confused even more.

"The Hunters are the hand maidens of Lady Artemis. They are immortal unless they are killed in battle or they break their oath," explained Annabeth farther.

"And that is?"

"To swear off men for as long as we live," answered Thalia.

"But you're-"

"In the company of men? I know. Lady Artemis granted me permission for this quest. Besides, we could have the company of men, it's just that we're not allowed to fall in love with them."

"Her not acknowledging any men in this school who is not relative is probably the warmest greeting they could get," said Nico.

"What's the worst?"

We looked at each other. "Their typical greeting is when Lady Artemis turns them into jackalopes and have the Hunters shoot them, or it could be just the latter part," Percy answered. Snape's eyes widened.

"I have a question. It is a little bit off topic, but is there by any chance that there is Starbucks here?" I asked. Everyone looked at me. "What? It's cold, and I have a sudden craving for a Pumpkin Spiced Latte."

My friends shook their heads. "So, about the dream?"

"Wait. So there is no Starbucks here?" I asked.

"No, there's no Starbucks here Ariana," replied Thalia. "I swear. Your stomach is a black hole."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"We'll just have to wait and see what happens then," said Dumbledore.

"But-"

The headmaster put his hand up to stop Annabeth from saying something. "I've already told Snape to do his godchild's mission for him if he couldn't do it. If I don't die, the Voldemort would find it suspicious and he might target the boy's family. You may now go back to your dorm rooms."

His tone left no room for argument, so we had to follow. The others went one way and I went the other. "Where are you going, Sis?"

"To Starbucks."

"I thought I said that there is no Starbucks here," said a confused Thalia.

"You did. I'm going to go out to the mortal world to get some. See you later, alligators."