Chapter 9

Sorry for taking so long, but I have so much homework and literally no time to do anything!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. I also don't own a gecko named Steve or a hedgehog named Ollie, because those are two of my friend's pets!

Harry's PoV:

I got into my four poster bed and quickly fell asleep.

(A/N this is Harry's dream)

I was walking down Privet Drive. It was a nice night, the stars were shining, the moon was out and it was pretty light out.

I walked past my house, and sat down on the grass a few feet away. I didn't think that someone was outside, but I turned my head to the right, and saw a girl sitting right next to me.

She had light brown hair that came down to her shoulders, brown eyes and a pale face with lots of freckles. She wore jeans and an orange t-shirt that read, "I 3 Camp Half-Blood. She was staring at the sky, and seemed to be speaking to herself.

She noticed me staring at her and smiled at me. It was then that I saw a little purple and red lizard on her shoulder.

"Hi," I said, unsure who she was. "Cool lizard."

The lizard opened its mouth and its tongue flicked in and out. "Whoa! Calm down Steve," she said in a singsong voice, stroking him.

"Steve is a gecko, and he is very annoyed when people call him a lizard."

She stared at me and waited. "Well?" She demanded.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Er, sorry Steve?" I hesitantly apologized.

The lizard, er, gecko blinked a few times.

"Steve! We do not use that kind of language in front of Harry!" The girl looked at me after yelling at her gecko.

"How d-d-did you kn-know my name?" I stammered.

"Oh sorry, I'm," she paused as she began rifling through some business cards.

"Spy, no, demigod, no, martial artist, nah, fanfiction, hmm, ooh wizard! Here we go," she muttered.

"I'm J. P., but you can call me J, or Purple J. They both work," she handed me a business card as she spoke.

"Thanks?" I replied as I took the card. "I'm…"

"Harry James Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, Harry 'Freaking' Potter," She interrupted. "I know. I'm a stalker. Moving on."

She laughed at my flabbergasted expression. "Sorry! I have this thing where I put people on the spot to see how they deal with awkward situations. It's really funny, and no offense, but you kinda suck at it!"

"Anyway, my time is just about over, I'm not supposed to be in here for this long."

"Wait, be where?"

"Ginny knows something. I enjoy complicating things, so I will tell you that her secret might involve you, and that if you get involved something might happen, although it could be good or bad, or, neither.."

The gecko licked its eye.

She nodded and said, "Yeah, he does look like him. Percy's cooler, though. Peace!"

She disappeared with a pop!

I woke up, shaking my head at the weirdness of my dream. I rubbed my eyes and realized that I was still holding something.

It was a red and gold business card, it read:

Purple J

Author

:P

Watch out for Steve

I shrugged after reading it, put it on my bedside table, and went back to sleep.

Classes started later, and I was halfway through my lunch when I remembered what that girl had said. Ginny was hiding something, and if it was about me, I was going to find out what it was.

Ron had begun to complain loudly about the excessive amount of homework that we had gotten and Hermione started to argue with him.

I sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long year.

Annabeth PoV:

Bang! Bang! Crash!

This noise was caused by the repeated banging of my head on the desk in the back of the room, and the heavy stack of books crashing onto the ground.

I grunted, reached over, and picked up the books. Four days had gone by, and I had done nothing but eat, sleep and pace around.

It was worse than being stuck in the underworld, with Demeter ranting about cereal and Hades, while being forced to listen to Percy's theories about alien life forms.

In other words, torture.

"Umm, are you going to bang your head around all day or are you going to get your package?" Quipped Myrtle as she popped in the room.

"Nigella got back?" I asked her hopefully.

Myrtle nodded, then asked impatiently, "Well? Aren't you coming?"

Without waiting for an answer, she flew out of the room. I followed, keeping to the shadows as we headed to the Owlrey.

I gasped when I saw the pink sky that symbolized dawn. No wonder the "school" was empty.

When they saw me, the owls all hooted happily. A few of the younger owls flew down and settled onto my shoulder, while sleepily greeting me.

Nigella flew down from the top window, with a baseball hat in her beak. I pulled out a treat that I found in a cabinet and stroked her as she ate it.

I took the cap and placed it on my head, grinning madly as I disappeared. I laughed as the owls started to freak out, then I took it off and calmed them down.

I talked with them for hours, and I soon realized a common complaint that filled me with horror.

"You mean to tell me that my mother's SACRED animal is used as a mail-carrier?" I practically screamed in my rage.

They flinched, but I had an idea to amuse myself.

"Fine, if they want me to sit around and do nothing, then I will. But so will all of you."

Everyone readily agreed with me, delighted at the prospect of having a break. I smiled warmly at all of them, blew some of the little owls a kiss, then slipped on my hat and walked at a leisurely pace down to my lovely "room".

I met up with Myrtle and one of her ghostly friends next to a picture of a very heavy woman. They were whispering and making wild gestures with their hands.

They jumped as I pulled off my hat and shimmered into existence. The fat lady giggled as the two specters filled me in on their plan.

One word: Mischief.

This place might be fun after all.

Ginny PoV:

I had decided to sneak out to the second floor tonight, when everyone was at dinner. I pulled out a Puking Pastille that Fred and George had given me, popped it in my mouth, and ran to the bathroom.

"Ginny?" I heard Hermione call after a few seconds of my retching, "Are you alright?"

"I think so," I called back weakly, "But I do not think dinner is a good idea."

"Should I take you to see Madame Pomfrey?" She asked.

"No thanks, I'll be fine."

She left for dinner and I managed to pop the other half of the candy in my mouth. I stopped vomiting, washed my hands, and departed the common room for the second floor.

The hallways were empty, but I couldn't help feeling apprehensive. If I got caught, I was in so much trouble. The torches were lit, but the corridor felt cold and dark, like the dungeons.

I walked into each classroom that I found, but they were empty. Finally, I came upon the sixth door, (A/N She's in cabin 6, I thought that it made sense) and tried the door. It was locked, and I knew that this was it.

I heard voices on the other side, having a whispered conversation and knocked cautiously. The whispers stopped.

"Hello?" My voice sounded shaky and uncertain, but I didn't move.

I took out my wand, aimed it at the door and said, "Alohamora." The door popped open with a click.

I entered the room. It was dark and hidden by shadows. "Um, hi. I'm Ginny and I.." I didn't get to finish my sentence when the door slammed shut and a voice harshly demanded, "Ποιος είσαι εσύ; Εάν προσπαθείτε να με βλάψουν, θα επιτεθούν" in a language that I didn't understand.

I saw a vague outline of a person, but I started to freak out when her hand edged towards a sharp unspecified object on her desk.

"Calm down!" I shouted, "I'm not here to hurt you! My name is Ginny and I thought you could use a friend!"

She stepped out from the shadows, but was clearly still on edge. "Well then, Ginny, it's nice to meet you. Now, not to pry, but who exactly are you."

I hesitantly opened my mouth, and asked her, "You do know where you are, right?"

"Do you mean aside from being in a magical school for witches and wizards that houses ghosts and is holding me hostage?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but smile before I held out my hand and said, "Ginny Weasley, fifth year at Hogwarts and witch-in-training."

She shook it and responded, "Annabeth Chase, person."

I took in her appearance. She was definitely American, and she looked like a typical Californian girl that some of the guys in my year were always drooling over.

She had long, curly blonde hair, tan skin and was pretty tall. She looked fit and natural, like she didn't wear any makeup.

I looked at her face and forgot all about her being the normal girl. Her gray, stormy eyes seemed to peer right through my soul, calculating the best way to take me down.

I shuddered involuntarily and took a small step back.

Annabeth gave a sly grin, and then started laughing. "I'm not going to kill you, if that's what you are worried about; I'm just kind of bored."

"So, um, hi. I read about what happened in the news, and I put two and two together and found out where you were. I thought you might need a friend."

Her eyes scanned up and down, before she replied, "I'm guessing that you are pretty smart. I admire that, and I'm guessing that you were not supposed to be here, so I appreciate you coming."

She paused, and then added, "I could use someone to talk to who isn't dead."

My eyes bugged out. "The ghosts have been talking to you? Merlin's beard! They are never supposed to communicate with muggles! It would reveal our existence to…" I cut myself off before I could do any more harm.

Undisturbed, she cocked her head. "Muggles?"

I blushed, not meaning to have used that word. "Non-magic people."

"Oh. So Ginny, what do you want to do. I mean, it's nice talking to you, but I'm ADHD and this is getting more than a little bit boring."

"Um, I hadn't actually gotten that far in planning," I admitted sheepishly.

Annabeth paused for a moment, and then she burst out laughing.

"Uh…"

"Oh My Gods! *Hahaha*… Sorry, it's just… *more laughter*… This was just…"

I waited until she calmed down, then she repeated herself.

"Sorry. This is just kind of awkward and I really haven't done anything for the past few days and it is pretty boring. The only people that I have met haven't been that nice to me, except for this guy named Hagrid. He's pretty nice. And the dead people are nice too, but well, they're dead."

I nodded, and from there, we were able to have a nice time chatting. I told her about my family, school, my hobbies, my friends and more about the wizarding world.

In turn, I learned that she had two-step brothers and lived in California and New York. She had won many awards for her architecture designs and had family in Greece that she had visited earlier that summer.

She was fun to talk with, and before I knew it, I had to leave. After I promised that I would visit again, I left.

Annabeth seemed like a really good friend to have.

It wasn't until the next morning that I realized that there was something she hadn't told me.

In case anyone couldn't tell, the mystery girl was me.

I do sorta look like that and I enjoy putting people on the spot.

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