Note: I've changed Lyla's name to Pandora, as you will see in Chapter 8. I have done this for a reason, and if you don't see it, then it won't change your view on her or the story much.

*Some of the information is learned from Pottermore

Please tell me if you think my writing can be improved, or if you see any loopholes in my plot in the form of constructive criticism. Thank you!

Annabeth felt the morning air bite at her skin, and kept that feeling for a long time. The bitter coolness woke her eyes up, making sure she couldn't fall back asleep. She didn't really want to anyways.

The dark blue hangings still concealed her, and reminded her of her own grey cabin. Grey was, in a sense, a lighter blue. Annabeth relaxed her aching muscles from her nightmares and rolled up the curtains. At the foot of her bed was a rolled up piece of paper with her name on it. She opened it, and saw a drop of water fall on the parchment. She realized where it had come from - her hair. She hadn't realized that it was still wet from a session of crying. Ignoring the wet spot, Annabeth read the parchment.

A list of each day of the week (besides Saturday and Sunday) were on the top of the paper, and under those were strange words. After a moment of staring, she realized it was a schedule. Looking over it, she saw there were seven reoccurring classes: Herbology, History of Magic, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Under each class was a different house. At exactly 8:00 am, the first year Ravenclaws had to be at Herbology with the Gryffindors. What was Herbology?

A rustle of movement came from Annabeth's right, making her turn her head to Pandora's bed, who had, apparently, successfully converted her blankets to pure white. It was definitely a change from sapphire-like blue.

A girl yawned a smiled at the ceiling, that was now replicating a sunrise. Annabeth stared, dumbstruck, as this was not brunette Pandora.

Her hair, still straight like Pandora, was bleached blonde. Instead of light blue, her eyes were nearly the same as Annabeth's light grey. In many ways, she resembled Pandora. In many ways, she was different. Her skin had cuts and bruises exclusively to her legs and arms, with an exception of a small burn mark on her face. Yawning, she revealed her straight teeth in contrast to Pandora's crooked ones. Her eyebrows, relaxed, were high on her head, giving her a permanently surprised expression. Noticing Annabeth, she smiled. "Hello," she said with a soft ring in her voice. "You must be, err," She put her finger on her cheek, seeming to try to remember something.

"I'm, um, Annabeth." Annabeth said, not sure what else to say.

"Oh! Hi, I'm Luna. When did you come in?" the girl said.

"I, um. . . . Where's Pandora?"

The girl looked confused, but lightened up. "Pandora's my mother. She was in this room when she went to Hogwarts. Did you know her?"

Annabeth didn't know what to say. Did she just. . . .time travel again? Running over what Luna had just said, she came up with up with a reply. "What do you mean, 'Did'?"

Luna took a more curious look at her dorm mate. "She passed away two years ago, from a spell experiment. You didn't know?"

A little sad that Pandora had died, Annabeth realized that she was starting to like her openness and curiosity. She came back to her senses and asked, as if it had simply slipped her mind, what year it is. "It's 1991," Luna replied, even more intrigued.

Luna glanced at a circular object that she had hung on her bedpost. "We have better wake up the others, it's nearly seven o' clock," Nodding her head at the parchment that had been put on her bed. Annabeth glimpsed at her own schedule, and realized that breakfast was at seven-thirty.

"Is there a bathroom?"

"It's almost right behind you," Luna replied, digging through her trunk. "I'll wake up the others."

Annabeth turned around sharply to her trunk, as she was used to racing to the bathroom at her Athena cabin. She grabbed her clothes and nearly slammed the door behind her. Once she had closed the bathroom door, she realized that she had not only forgotten her toiletries, but hadn't seen any in her pre-packed trunk. She turned around, wondering if there was some kind of store she could visit to make up for missing shampoo and soap. Before Annabeth could open the door again to ask someone if they had toiletries, something caught her eye.

A small pile of soaps and shower gels were laying on the sink counter in a neat way. With a close look at the products, Annabeth saw had the most odd fragrances and ingredients, like a soap smelling of fresh parchment, or a shampoo with the ingredients including 'Morning Dew', a plant called 'Lady's Mantle', and 'Streelers'. There was also a shower gel that was supposed to smell like 'Morning Air' and had the component of 'Knotgrass'.

Deciding she might as well try some, she took some soap, shampoo, and conditioner into one of three showers.

Annabeth was fast, washing herself as quickly as she could. When she got out of the spray, she realized the whole time she was thinking of a way to find a better pluming system. As she was drying herself off, Annabeth realized that they most likely had an still better pluming system than the one she created, because they used magic.

Magic. She knew, just from a few looks, that these people were so much more magical than the children of Hecate. She wondered how this world had been kept from Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.

She dressed in her robes with a blue stripped tie with the Ravenclaw crest stitched at her heart. The robes grazed the bottom of her feet, and Annabeth just stood there, amazed that she was actually doing this. She didn't even know if the wands would work for her. What would she do then?

I must remind you to take a very important trip to Albus.

The memory of her encounter with the Sorting hat came rushing to Annabeth. Who was Albus, and why did she have to see him?

Suddenly, a loud scream came from outside the bathroom door. Annabeth rushed to the exit, where a wild, pink haired boy barged past her. Without much thought, Annabeth ran and pinned the boy to the ground. As she did, his features changed, his hair now straight blue, his nose getting wider, the big green eyes shrinked to hazel. His skin became paler, and he took a more feminine form. In fact, 'he' was now a 'she'. Annabeth stared in disbelief, thinking it was impossible to change features like that in such a short amount of time. Seeing Annabeth in a vulnerable state, she shoved her off and made a break for the shower Annabeth had left.

"What was that all about?!"

Vanya walked in the bathroom with a towel in hand, wet hair and all, and she looked intently at Annabeth on the tile floor. She sprung up and said with relief, "Vanya! What's going on?"

Vanya didn't respond to her name. She just looked at Annabeth with a skeptical, yet worried expression, with just a slight mix of confusion. "I'm not Vanya." Annabeth kept the same look of bewilderment as she said this. "I'm Valarie. Vanya's actually. . .actually my mom." Her eyes glassed over for a second, but shook her head and asked who Annabeth was.

"I'm Annabeth, I. . . ." she thought up a lie to tell how she got in without anyone seeing her. "I got held up with something, then came in here when you were all sleeping."

While Annabeth was talking, she noticed subtle differences between Valarie and Vanya. They both had discolored eyes, but Valarie had one eye as bight yellow, but she still had the same dark purple in her right iris. Her nose was slightly smaller, as well as her lips thinner. Other than that, she was completely the same. What happened?

She needed to see Percy. Oh, and Rachel. Her too.

"GUYS! IT'S 7:25! RUN!"

An unfamiliar voice rang throughout the dorm, with a parade of rushing footsteps coming from. . .everywhere. The girl who had changed her appearance rushed out of the shower area with most her clothes on and almost dried, sleek purple hair. Valarie slipped on the wet, white tiles and when Annabeth helped her up, she grinned with that mischievous glint in her eyes, exactly like Vanya, and ran off. Annabeth followed, easily getting ahead of all of them. She nearly forgot her wand, schedule, and book bag but ran back just in time.

The common room was empty except for a few students rushing out. Annabeth followed Valarie down the steps from the Ravenclaw tower, fleeing to the Hogwarts Great Hall.

"Annabeth! ANNABETH!"

A comforting, familiar voice rang through the corridor that students were hurrying across. A black head of hair came rushing towards her, jumping at the last minute and falling squarely on her. Percy's green eyes stared evenly at her, taking in her hair and happy grey eyes. People were giving both Percy and Annabeth weird looks, so they both got up simultaneously to see a smirking face.

Rachel thought that her two friends were hilariously cute- they both knew they were in love, they just couldn't feel it yet. Seeing a reunion between them was always going to be priceless. Rachel sometimes wished that she could have a relationship like that, but she knew it was never going to happen. She was amused to think about when the two demi-gods weren't together officially. Absolutely hilarious.

When they made it to the Great Hall, Annabeth attempted to sit with Percy and Rachel to tell them all about what had happened in her dorm, but she was ushered to the table right next to it by a Prefect. Apparently, you could only sit with your house. All three did not like this prospect.

Percy gazed at Annabeth for longer than he was probably supposed to. Rachel elbowed him in the side while holding a piece of buttered toast. "This is good," Rachel looked fondly at the bread. "Better than camp half-blood's, even."

Quickly finishing their breakfast, the trio gathered up for Herbology and walked out the front door before realizing they had no idea where to go. A girl in Rachel's dorm, seeing that they were very confused, walked up behind them.

"It's on the back," the bushy haired girl looked up at the three, seeing as she was rather short. "There's a map, on the back of your parchment. It shows you where to go." She said matter-of-factly.

Sure enough, a pulsing gold light on a map read, 'Herbology'. It was bronze for Annabeth.

The bushy haired girl left before anyone got to say 'thank you'. "That was a girl from my dorm. I think her name's Hermy, or whatever. I can't really pronounce it." Rachel said, looking down the hallway at her.

They shrugged and walked quickly with a spring in their step. Annabeth told both of her Gryffindor friends what had happened in her Ravenclaw dorm, and learned the same had happened to them. Percy had made the same mistake Annabeth had with Vanya, only this time, it was with James.

"He looked almost exactly the same! He only had really bright green eyes." Percy said, flailing his arms around. Both girls had to take a few steps away from him.

"Like your eyes?" Annabeth asked.

"No, his was like, really bright. And he had this weird lightning bolt scar on his head. His name was Harry."

By this time, they had reached the Herbology gardens just before time ran out. A plump woman beamed at them as they came jogging in. "Find you place, dears!" She said. It was free seating; all three managed to find a seat close together, neighboring the bushy haired girl and the metamorphosis girl, who now had dark skin and rainbow colored hair. Then again, it was possible that she was a completely different student.

"Alright dears!" The plump woman said. "I am Professor Sprout, and I will be teaching you Herbology this year. I would like to say, Herbology is a very useful class, as many plants have several magical qualities such as mandrakes, which we will be learning about today. You will find a pot with the head of a baby mandrake in front of you, and-Don't you dare touch it yet, Mr. Wilson- and I would like you all to know that a fully grown mandrake can scream so loud it will, almost certainly, kill you. However, we are dealing with baby mandrakes, and their screams will only make you pass out. That is, unless, you have earmuffs. Before you put on those earmuffs, I would like you to place your gloves you will find by your pot- and I shall give you your instructions while you can hear me. When you place your earmuffs on, take the head of the mandrake and place it in the empty pot next to you. then proceed to fill it with dirt. Understand?"

No one objected, so she told the class to place the earmuffs on. Everyone did as they were told to, and the lesson went on, learning about mandrakes and their well-known ability to reverse paralyzation animals and humans. They ended off with the connection with Herbology and Potions.

Rachel wasn't nervous as much as Percy was when they headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Hufflepuff. They both knew they would have to use their wands; and Percy wasn't sure if his 'wand' would produce a spell.

Rachel, on the other hand, knew the wand worked for her. When she and Sirius had a quiet fight on the train, sparks had shot out of her wand when she got really worked up. She hadn't told anyone about this, because she didn't feel the need to.

The class went smoothly with the exception of Professor Quirrel's stuttering. They learned the incantation for green sparks, and some, (including Rachel and Percy) were successful at the action of the spell. The next time Annabeth, Rachel and Percy met up again, each told each other that they had magical abilities. Then Annabeth remembered to ask her friends how they got into their Gryffindor common room.

Rachel wasn't so sure about telling her, but Percy only hesitated because Rachel spoke first. "C'mon, Rachel," Percy said during break time between regular classes and flying lessons. "We'll trade off house secrets. We won't have to wake. . ." Percy faltered in his sentence, realizing Rachel most likely didn't have nightmares about Tartarus. Even if she did have night terrors, she probably didn't want Annabeth by her side constantly. "So we can visit each other's common rooms, see what they're like."

Rachel still looked skeptical about this, but permitted it anyways. When she dug through her memories of her future, she thought vaguely of Annabeth never going back to the Athena cabin to sleep. Percy told Annabeth the password to the Fat Lady's entrance. Annabeth was amazed at how low-security that was, at least compared to what Annabeth was expecting, and her own common room entrance. When she explained her own entryway to her friends, they looked at her in disbelief. "How are we supposed to get in without Ravenclaw smarts?" Percy exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down," Rachel said, looking around the courtyard. "We're not supposed to be talking about this, you know."

"I guess I'll have to come out and let you in myself," Annabeth said, a gleam in her eyes. Percy could tell she loved being smart about this.

Yep, her maturity level was a lot different than when she was seventeen.

.ii.

Every single first year showed up at a large field with three goal hoops and two rows of old brooms . A short haired, spunky woman walked briskly across the field, and told everyone her name was 'Madam Hooch' and to go and stand by a broom. "Now, everyone put your hand directly over your broom and say 'Up' firmly."

Percy saw one broom, Harry's broom, fly directly up into his hand on the first try. Percy wasn't so successful. It barely moved at all.

Annabeth watched the bushy haired girl get very agitated over the broom only making rolling movements across the grass. When Annabeth herself tried it, it only came a fourth of the way up.

Rachel was the exception. It lifted up slowly with the cheering on of Rachel saying 'up' several times, and eventually her hand gripped it.

"Alright then, everyone mount your broom, grip it tightly, I don't want anyone slipping off the end."

Everyone did as they were told, but most simply tried to find a comfortable way to sit on the broomstick. Percy didn't feel at ease flying, even if it was a few meters off the ground. A few meters, however, was what one student had in mind.

Neville Longbottom-which Percy thought was a very unfortunate last name to have-was lifted up off the ground by his broom. Neville was frozen in fear, unresponsive to Madam Hooch's commands to "Come down this instant, Longbottom!". His broom rose higher and higher, with Neville ultimately screaming. He zoomed through the top goal hoop, then circled back around, rocky on the broomstick. Spiraling a spectator stand, the broom crashed into the cloth of the stand, throwing Neville off itself. It split in half, all the while Neville crash landed in front of a blonde Slytherin.

Hooch gave 'Move aside, now, move aside!' several times to the terrified students. She carefully squatted down by him and said, "Oo, oh, let's see that. . . broken wrist. Looks like a concussion too. . ." She looked around sternly , as if Neville's injures were the student's fault. "Now, while I'm taking Longbottom to the hospital wing, I want no funny business when I'm gone. Anyone who is even a foot off the ground, will be taken out of Hogwarts before you can say, ' Quidditch'." And with that, Hooch basically carried Neville out of the field.

"Did you see his face?"

The crowd of students turned to see the blonde Slytherin, with pale skin and a Remember Ball in his hand. Rachel remembered distinctly that Neville had gotten that in the mail this morning. "Maybe if the fat Longbottom had given this a squeeze, he'd remembered to fall on his fat ass."

Rachel felt anger boil up inside her. She could not tolerate bullies, even if they were talking about the person who wasn't there.

"Give it here, Malfoy," The boy who was James' son, Harry, said. From the way both of each other looked at one another, it was clear they had met and had defiantly got off on the wrong end.

Malfoy turned around to stare Harry in the eye and said, "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." With that, he flew up with the glass ball and sneered at Harry, taunting him to follow. Harry mounted his broom.

"Harry, no!" the girl with bushy hair said with a slight air of 'you're an idiot'. "You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly!" Harry, in turn, ignored her and flew up.

He flew up to Malfoy's level, and the two danced throughout the air, both nearly matched at expertness level.

That was, until Malfoy decided to end it and throw the ball to the ground. Harry raced after it, diving in front of a tower window. Many people stared in terror, fearing Harry wouldn't make it to the ground unharmed if he didn't bail on his move now.

But he did it.

He did it.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, expect from a few stunned Ravenclaws and Malfoy with his henchmen. They had an expression mixed with shock and fury; all three of them had expected Harry to fail.

Rachel received great pleasure out of throwing a blow at his gut. She didn't even wait around to see the pain etched on his face. She could feel a the death glares on her back, and felt rather satisfied at that. A load of cheerfulness went on until a stern voice said loudly, "Harry Potter!"

In unison, the group whipped around to see Professor McGonagall, old and stern, becoming Harry to come with. He left his broom on the grass and almost shamefully followed McGonagall inside the castle. Whispers exploded inside the student's cluster, wondering what was going to happen to the famous Harry Potter.

.ii.

James looked around at all the first year students. Not a single Percy, Anna, or Rachel in sight; as was the same with the rest of the day. When everyone had gone to wake up Percy, there was no trace of him other than his trunk and rustled sheets. The bathroom had been deserted too.

Both Sirius and James were extremely concerned about their friend and the girls. What had happened to the stranglings?