In which Meg misses dinner.

Okay so I read some fan fiction for inspiration and Hades yeah! I got it.

Let's clap for JefiJeff my beta reader for this fic.

I still own nothing. Cause if I did Kane Chronicles, Percy Jackson, and Harry Potter wouldn't need to be crossovers.

Needless to say, everyone was soaked. And it certainly didn't help when Perves threw water balloons at them. Nico was about ready to snap and banish him when Professor Catwoman shooed him away.

The Gryffindor house ghost, Nearly-Headless Nick, then welcomed them. "Good evening." he said.

"Who says it is. They better hurry up with the sorting. I'm starving." Harry said as Meg Vanished the water in her shoes.

As they entered the Great Hall, Colin ran up and greeted Harry. "Hiya, Harry!"

"Hello Colin." Meg walked off to take a seat beside Nico.

"Where do you think the new DA teach is?" he asked gazing at the staff table. Meg followed his gaze. Many of the seats at the high table where empty tonight.

"Eh- don't know don't care." Meg said not really caring who the poor slob was who got the job.

Harry sat across the table from them with Ron and Hermione on either side of him. They struck up a conversation amongst themselves, very similar to Meg and Nico's previous conversation.

"Oh, hurry up. I could eat a Hippogriff!" declared Ron. Just as he said that, the massive doors swung open to reveal a mass of eleven year old children and Hagrid. They looked soaked to the bone and Meg made a mental note to try to practice the Impervious Charm or learn a drying charm of some sort. One kid was mouthing "I fell in the lake" while shooting a double thumbs up at Colin while the other first years looked like they had joined him.

Prof. Catwoman brought out the hat stool and the Sorting Hat, which opened the huge rip/mouth thing by its brim. It broke into it new song.

"A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well know:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fin.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide,

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

T'was Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founder put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me smug around your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind,

And tell where you belong!"

The hat finished its song and the entirety of the hall erupted into cheers and applause that Prof. Catwoman had to hush up.

"It's not the song it sang when it sorted us." Said Harry.

"It sings a new one every year." Claimed Ron.

Nico nodded, "it must be boring being a hat. Never dying. Would it even have a soul through which to obtain sanctuary?" He rambled. They all stared at him. He looked at them. "What? It's an honest question!" he said defensively.

"Not an average one though." Said Meg. "Calm down, I'm not going to judge you."

"Arkerley, Stewart!"

"Ravenclaw!"

Nico turned to Meg. "Remember what Malfoy said on the train?" Meg turned to her friend. "What?" Nico leaned in.

"Baddock, Malcolm!"

"Slytherin!" Meg clapped, barely paying attention.

"He hinted at something big and potentially dangerous. And the Ministry's involved." Nico continued in a hushed tone.

"Branstone, Eleanor!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"What do you think it is?" Meg asked. "Nico shook his head. "I don't know, but it has to be an event in Hogwarts, right? He was hinting at it."

"Cauldwell, Owen!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Creevey, Dennis!"

Nico turned his attention to the dais. A tiny boy had Hagrid's huge fur coat wrapped around his tiny frame. The hat opened its brim and called-

"Gryffindor!"

Nico, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Colin started to clap and Meg whistled as Dennis came over to the table full of screaming housemates, and one Slytherin.

"I fell in! It was brilliant! And then something pushed me back in!" Declared Dennis. "Wow! It was probably the giant squid." said Colin.

A couple more people were sorted before the shortest speech ever. "Tuck in." Whatever that means.

Meg lit the wand tip aflame as she cut the best meats and threw them on flame, where it burned up in less than six seconds. Nico had trouble lighting his though, so Meg lit it for him. They both said a quick prayer to their parents, put out the wands, and 'tuckered in'.

Nick said something and Hermione dropped her plate and had a fit about house elves. Seriously, they liked to work.

"House elves don't want sick leave and pensions." Said 'Nick the Dip' as Meg thought of him and Mount Saint Hermione erupted. Nick tried to say something to calm her down but Nico stopped him.

"Why don't you stop while you're ahead Sir Nicolas?" Nico asked. Nick paled and fled, he looked all smiles and excited when he was talking to the Fat Fryer or whatever the ghost's name was. He reminded Meg of a fan-boy who met his idol and got his autograph.

Hermione refused to eat another bite of the feast.

"So, Now that we are all fed and watered." Dumbledore announced. He reminded them quickly that the forest was forbidden and so was Hogsmeade to first and second years. "It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." This was followed by calls of blasphemy and in Nico's case, hallelujah. For there was to be no flying broom sports on huge stands from which Nico may be smote.

Meg felt an air of foreboding. While she was very happy not to run the risk of offending a certain 'Lord of the sky' she doubted this was good news, life was never that easy for demigods.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I'm aware that it will be enjoyed immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-"

He was cut short as the doors swung open and a cloaked man with a cane. He limped up towards the dais. Lightning lit the air as if to say that Zeus didn't like the man. Meg saw his face and shuddered uncomfortably, Cedric Digory smiled reassuringly from his table. The man's face was covered in scars, and one eye was small and shifty and dark while the other was bulging and electric blue. It moved totally independent of the other one and even turned to look at the back of his head.

Nico was gasping like a fish out of water as the duo just stared at him. Something was off about him. "Something's not right." Said Nico.

"What? Asked Meg in a quit whisper.

"His soul, it doesn't feel right, like it's in the wrong place."

"How-" Meg started, but she cut herself off as Dumbledore started speaking again.

"May I introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Said Dumbledore into the deafening silence. "Professor Moody."

Only Dumbledore and Hagrid clapped their hands.

Meg's ADHD mind was racing. This was their teacher? His eye continued to turn in its socket before stopping on Meg and Nico. Meg could tell it was enchanted. This had to be the retired Auror Mad-Eye Moody.

"As I was saying, we have the honor of hosting a very exciting event during the coming months, an event that hasn't taken place in over a centenary. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

If Meg had had a drink she would have turned about to face anyone but Nico and Harry and preformed a spit take. Oh no… please no, not that! That was the universe's death trap! The most dangerous, deadly, and destructive competitive game in all of Demigod, magical, or mortal history. Meg felt woozy as Harry, Ron, Nico, Hermione, or Cedric getting chosen, and images of their lifeless face all flashed through her mind.

"You're JOKING!" shouted Fred from about three seats to Meg's right. Students erupted into nervous laughter around the hall. Meg wasn't laughing; rather she clutched the table in front of her. She felt like she was going to throw up. She felt the blood leave her face as remembered her step siblings telling her about how dangerously stupid they were. The Triwizard tournament almost guaranteed death or mutilation.

Nico looked at her with a look of concern as her vision swan like all the fish in the lake. "Meg are you oak -"

Meg never heard the end of Nico's question because she fainted on the spot.

She was in a dark house, the entire building was dusty and the windows were broken and boarded up. Meg shivered as she noticed a light was on up the rotting staircase. She was sure they wouldn't hold her weight, but she took a step anyways. The wallpaper was either moldy or green to begin with. The pictures were crooked and peeling. The stairs somehow held her weight as she crept up them. Where was Nico? This place was totally creepy, totally a Nico kind of place. A door was open and a dead man was being pulled from the room. He looked old and frail, and his cane was by the door frame. She looked inside.

"Finally Wormtail, his muggle filth was beginning to foul the air." Hissed a monstrous voice.

"Yes, Lord." Squeaked a man's raspy voice.

A short pause.

"Who's there?" Asked the first voice. "Near the door. Who are you, girl?"

A child sized form in the large armchair hissed. He lifted a frail arm and held up a wand.

"Avada Ka -"

The world distorted until she was lying on the floor of a Hogwarts classroom. Her mother sat on the teacher's desk with her blonde hair in ringlets that framed her signature blue-green eyes. She wore the Hogwarts uniform with the school crest in place of the house one. She looked twelve or so now.

"Wh-what was that? W-who was that? Where am I?" She stuttered.

Her mother's serious expression was clear. That had to have been Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, or He-Who's-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated. How was he still alive?

Her mother's eyes spoke volumes with a glance.

"Megan, my daughter, I must warn you Voldemort is regaining strength. His followers are returning. A war is coming. He is still weak though. But I must tell you of something. The Prophecy, Harry's destiny, is falling in to place. Do not question the Fates. The fate of the world rests on your shoulders Megan." Hecate's eyes softened. "I need you to find something hidden in the school. It will help you in your quest. Find the room, the Room of Requirements. It will be needed on a later date."

"But I thought Nico already found that in second year?" Meg asked.

"Anyways, Gotta go." Said Hecate and she disappeared.

Meg woke up in the hospital wing. Nico was asleep in a nearby chair. Nico should know where the Room of Requirements was.

Now to wait.

Gods! Waiting is boring!

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