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To You Know Who (second reviewer): Once I find out how to get a beta, I will. It seems a little confusing, though. This is my first story. And no more authors notes during the story, only before and/or after. Thanks for the tips :)

Percy's P.O.V

They sat at the Poseidon table across from me. They would be able to use magic again soon. I glanced over at Fred and George talking to the Stoll brothers. They were so much alike. Then I looked over at Hermione who seemed to enjoy the company of Athena's children who were all smart. Neville also seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Are you happy that you're going to be able to use magic soon?" I asked them.

"Yea, mate! It seems like a magic deplete. The Burrow, my house, is supported and run by magic, so I'm not used to going this long without it."

"What about you Harry? What's your house like?" But I had known I asked the wrong question instantly, because he gave me a grim look.

"My—"

He was interrupted by the satyrs, who came with platefuls of food. Today it was steak and chicken and rice. The fruit was grapes, and the vegetable was broccoli; bleh.

"I was expecting it to come through the table, like at Hogwarts." Ron laughed and picked up his fork, about to eat but I stopped him.

"I don't know if you have to do it or not, but the campers have to sacrifice part of their meal to the gods. We take it over to the fire and dump in a bit of everything."

They did, just in case. Ron seemed a bit disappointed until he smelled the food, then he became happier.

We ate and talked, but I didn't bring up the subject of his house again. When we finished eating, Chiron and Mr. D came out. Mr. D looked bored. He spoke in a bored voice, "Everybody, we have 6 wizards that have joined us, as you may or may not have known. They will be in Camp all summer." He walked away, and Chiron started talking.

"To the wizards, that was Mr. D. Now, I would like to explain why these wizards are here, as only a few of you know. These wizards are here because they were chosen by my good friend, Albus Dumbledore, to come here and learn to fight with us. I trust his judgment and I expect you to, too." He looked pointedly at the Ares table. "From what Albus has told me, they exceed in wizardry. They have all been through rough times, just as some of us have." At that, I thought of poor Neville and his parents. "I expect you to treat them just as you would other campers. We may learn things from them, just as they may learn things from us.

"Once a week, a couple of teachers, or professors, as they call them, will come to teach them things that they will need to know for the upcoming war. You may watch the lessons from a distance, because I know many of you will be curious, and many of you cannot contain it, but I do ask that you do not disrupt them in any way."

"Overall, these wizards are our guests and you will treat them as such." He finished speaking and looked at all of us.

"On other matters," he started, and all the campers knew what was coming, "capture- the- flag will continue as usual, and so the next game will be tonight." He stopped and all the campers cheered, and so did I. Ron, Neville, Fred, and George seemed to look around, confused, but Hermione and Harry just seemed to think capture-the-flag was no biggie and even looked a little disappointed.

Chiron waited for the cheering to die down. "The red team will be lead by the Ares cabin, team captain being Clarisse, who has made an alliance with the Hermes cabin, the Apollo cabin, and the Hepateus cabin."

"The rest of the cabins will be on the red team. Our guests are allowed to use minor hexes and jinxes, but nothing fatal and no aims for the heart. They may choose whether they want to be on the same team, or stay on the teams of the cabins they are staying in. Meet in front of the woods in one hour. You may leave."