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Sirius: Happy Birthday!

Me: Sirius? I thought you were dead! And how did you know it was my birthday?

Nico: He is. And I told him.

Me: Oh My Gods! I get to meet Sirius Black!

Sirius: Hi.

Me: *faints in excitement* *not really * Anyways, on with the story!

Oh, and the italics are ancient greek

Third Person PoV:

The four wizards watched as the blonde teen calmly walked over to her dagger and pulled it out like the wall was made of butter. Then she caught the silvery fabric as it fell, completely unharmed.

"Uh Annabeth?" Ginny

Annabeth ignored the surrounding people and held up the fabric to her face, before giving an awed gasp. "No way," she breathed, "I never thought I'd get to see this."

She turned on Harry before he could blink. "Where did you get a piece of Death's cloak? To get a single piece, you'd have to kill him! It would practically be suicide!" She paused, seeing the confused looks on the black haired boy's face.

Hermione stepped in, "What do you mean, 'Death's cloak'? Harry's dad left it for him." Annabeth was about to respond when Harry clutched his forehead in agony, muffling a groan and rasping for breath.

He sunk to the floor and immediately, Ron, Ginny and Hermione rushed to help him up. "What happened, mate?"

"He's, not exactly angry, he's more… confused, in an aggravated way. Something is going to happen."

Ginny stared at him in alarm and Annabeth cleared her throat. "Well, you all seem like very nice people and I would love to get to know you, but if you want to come save my stupid Seaweed Brain, then we have to move."

Hermione nodded, suddenly all business, and said, "I'm going to assume that you have an idea of where he is, and that you are most certainly not a muggle."

Annabeth responded, "I'm not a muggle, or a wizard, and I do have a rough idea. He's in a mansion of sorts, with perfectly groomed lawns and," she gave a huge shudder, "peacocks. White peacocks."

Ron and Harry exchanged glances and then said together, "Malfoy Manor."

Ginny glared at them. "How can you just know that? I mean, that is basically no information at all, and I don't think that it's fair just to say that it is his house. I hate him too, but still."

Harry glowered at her and the tips of Ron's ears turned pink. Just as an argument was about to begin, Annabeth interrupted, "Wait. I think they're right."

The three stopped shooting each other death glares, but the atmosphere of the hallway was still tense. "Um, sorry to rush things, but how are we going to get to the Manor? And do we even know how to get there?" Hermione's questions were met with silence until Annabeth asked slowly, "Is this the best Wizarding school in England?"

Her wizard companions nodded and Hermione added in proudly, "The best in the world."

"In that case, I know someone who can help." The blonde smiled widely before turning to Ginny.

Luckily, the mystery contact was in the dormitory across from Ginny. Lou Ellen stirred when she heard footsteps approaching. Someone leaned over her and whispered in Greek, "Wake up!"

The brunette shot up and yelped nervously, "I didn't do it, Chiron! It was Connor!"Then she paused, confused. She was at school, not camp. None of her siblings would ever wake each other up, secretly terrified of magical retribution, and nobody else at Hogwarts spoke fluent Ancient Greek. So that must mean-

"Annabeth!" Lou Ellen threw herself at her slightly older cousin, the two hugging tightly, until they pulled apart. "You know," mused Lou Ellen, "This actually explains a lot."

She looked at the surrounding people, and gave a friendly, "Oh, hey," before turning back to Annabeth.

"Let me guess, you need a way out?" The group nodded and she asked, "Did anyone think of thestrals?"

Ginny nodded, but then said, "The problem is they aren't very covert. We need to get there and back as fast as possible, without anyone knowing we left."

Lou Ellen nodded and then the four girls (Lou, Ginny, Annabeth and Hermione) conversed quietly, discussing a plan. Harry tried to follow the conversation, but quickly lost interest and began to clean his glasses, and Ron was blatantly confused.

Suddenly, something clicked in the red haired boy's head and he realized what was going on.

His best friends and younger sister were attempting to sneak a girl out of Hogwarts, who they were obviously not supposed to have seen and also knew absolutely nothing about. Not only did the girl somehow know the genius fifth year student, but they seemed to be best friends.

Fred and George had taught him everything possible to know about lying or hiding the truth, and this "Annabeth" wasn't even trying to pretend that she was being honest. Everything about the situation leading up to their discovery of her and even the current circumstances seemed, wrong, and that wasn't even the worst part.

The girl's description of a place she had never been to happened to be the stronghold of he-who-must-not-be-named himself, and that was not somewhere Ron wanted to be. He opened his mouth and was about to point out his fears, and possibly accuse Annabeth of being a Death Eater spy, when he paused.

The light tinkling of bells sounded softly in the back of his head, followed by the scent of roses and fresh baked bread. A giggle ran through his head like silk, relaxing him and making him forget his fears.

"Doesn't Hermione look pretty?" a voice as smooth as tempered chocolate asked in a giddy tone. "Look at the way the moonlight catches her eyes and makes them sparkle! She is so beautiful!" The woman's voice crooned.

"Uh, Ron?" Hermione waved her hand in front of the ginger who was staring at her with a dopey expression.

"Earth to Ronald!" The boy in question snapped up suddenly and said, "Wait, what?"

The others exchanged a glance and shook their heads, silently laughing at the youngest Weasley boy. Then the conversation continued and Harry elbowed Ron in the side. "Real smooth, mate."

Sorry it's kind of short, but I felt bad about the lack of updates, and then there's the fact that I have literally 7 and a half hours of homework EVERY NIGHT and I play 2 sports, an instrument, and I have somewhat of a social life, so if you think I'm trying to slack off by not updating, then BACK OFF!

*blushes*

sorry, sometimes, you just need a good rant

don't worry, I have not given up on this story! It will get finished!

anyways

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