superawesomejennifer-thatme: Yeah. Poor Seamus.

Artemis6634: Thanks!

ButterFlyToMe: I agree, Hermione is very smart, but I think that is she were to tutor somebody - - especially somebody like Annabeth - - it would likely turn into a power struggle. Besides, Seamus needed the extra credit, so . . .

ChickWithThePurpleGuitar: Aw. I can't compete with that.

Cookie05: Hmm . . . an interesting theory, but no; at least as far as we know . . . (although he is a Half-Blood - - or "half and half" as he puts it.)

Glass of Water: Your first two theories are both correct, but not exactly what I was thinking of.

MasterofBugs123: I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that you like him.

Alright, nobody could guess the reason why I chose Seamus, or at least not what I was thinking of, anyway. That's okay, I didn't expect anyone to. The answer will be given at my author's note at the bottom.

A near-disaster occurred the next morning during breakfast. Annabeth had overslept, and when she woke up, Emma Dobbs and Orla Quirkie, her two roommates, were gone. But Annabeth didn't understand. She had set her watch to wake her up at . . . wait, where was her watch? She must have left it in the potions lab! Annabeth mentally slapped herself for her stupidity. She couldn't believe this! No matter, now. She had to get dressed and eat breakfast. Annabeth quickly did so, and ran down the stairs into the Common Room. One person was still there.

"Excuse me," she said, "is breakfast still open?"

The girl turned around. She had long, wavy, blond hair that nearly reached her waist. Her eyes were large and light blue, with a slightly vacant or spacey look in them. She wore strange-looking earrings that were shaped like radishes. She said, "Yes, I would imagine so."

"Thanks," Annabeth turned to go, then stopped. She said to the girl, "aren't you coming down?"

She shook her head. "No. I never come down between eight and eight thirty. That's when Nargles are more likely to attack you."

"What are - - never mind," she decided not to get involved. Weirdo, Annabeth thought, as she left the room.

Annabeth ate her breakfast in a hurry, not wanting to be late for Charms. She was actually pretty excited for Charms. So far Annabeth didn't feel like she'd done any real magic, but Charms sounded promising.

She grabbed an English Muffin and headed out of the Great Hall. The torches weren't lit this morning, but she had anticipated this, which is why she had come prepared. Annabeth pulled out a match for her pocket and lit it. She then threw her muffin into the flames. That's when the near-catastrophe happened. Annabeth had thought she had thought everything out, but she had left one crucial scenario out of the equation.

A girl walked by Annabeth on her way to the restroom. She stopped when she saw the eleven-year-old throw food into the fire.

Annabeth froze, locking eyes with the girl for a split second. How could she explain this?

To her utter relief, the girl just walked away, muttering under her breath, "Americans."

That night at six o'clock, Seamus Finnigan stepped inside the Hogwarts Library. A small girl was sitting with her nose in a large book that almost covered her face entirely.

I thought McGonagall said she was Dyslexic.

He cleared his throat. "Annabeth?"

"Yeah?" the girl replied in an American accent. She did not bother to look up from her book.

"I'm Seamus Finnigan, your tutor."

This time she did look up. Seamus saw her eyes for the first time. They were stormy grey, and had a look of extreme intelligence in them - - they didn't seem to fit such a small child.

"Okay," Annabeth said, putting down her book, "let's get started."

Seamus took a seat across from her. He wasn't really sure what to do. "So . . . um . . . how's life?" he asked awkwardly.

Annabeth looked at him kind of sideways. "Err . . . life's good, I guess."

There was a long uncomfortable pause. And Seamus could have sworn that he heard crickets chirping in the background.

After staring at each other awkwardly for at least a full thirty seconds, Annabeth cleared her throat. "So, should we, like . . . start?"

That sounded like a plan to Seamus, who really had no idea what he was doing. "So, what exactly do you need help with?" he asked.

Annabeth shrugged. "I was just told to meet you here. I guess I just kind of assumed that you would have it all planned out already."

"Oh." Was he supposed to? "Well, what do you have for homework?"

"Professor Snape told us to find the main ingredient in a Sleeping Potion."

"Okay, so we'll work on that."

"I already found it. It was easy. I just looked up 'sleeping potion' in the index of my textbook," Annabeth told him, with a slightly bragging tone to her voice.

Seamus had to admit it was impressive. It also made him feel stupid for not figuring it out after all these years. But something didn't fit. "I thought you couldn't read."

"No, I'm Dyslexic. I can read, but it takes me a bit longer. The letters sometimes move around, so I have trouble reading fancy script or anything that is too close together," she sounded annoyed saying this, as if she'd had to explain it a million times before. "Which gives me an idea," he pulled out her Defense Against the Dark Arts book, "this is the book Professor Umbridge assigned us. We have to read chapter one by tomorrow. I tried to read it, but it's just so boring. Plus, the words were tiny and too close together. Look," she opened the book to a random page.

Finnigan studied the content. "She's having you read this?" Annabeth nodded. "This isn't reading! This is mental abuse! I can hardly understanding this!"

Annabeth looked a bit relieved. "Oh, okay. Honestly, I was a bit worried that it was because of my Muggle background . . . anyway, it doesn't matter. I feel better now."

"Alright," Seamus said, scanning the page. "How about you read a page and then I read a page?"

"Sure." The two began reading.

Even with their system it took over an hour to finnish the chapter. By the time they were done, Annabeth's head was swimming with words. She couldn't remember ever being so bored in her life! Yes again, her life wasn't exactly a boring one.

"Thank you, Seamus."

"No prob - - " he stopped. Two kids around his age had entered the library. One was a girl with bushy brown hair, and the other a boy, whose was flaming red.

Annabeth recognized the boy. "Hey, Ron," she said casually.

Ron nodded at her in acknowledgement, but he scowled at Seamus, who returned the same dirty look. The girl stood there, looking rather uncomfortable.

The redhead frowned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Slytherins and backstabbers. You pick interesting company, Chase."

Now Annabeth was confused. "Oh, so now I'm not allowed to be seen with Gryffindors either?"

Ron snorted. "Sure, as long as they're real Gryffindors."

Everyone stared at him.

"Dude," Annabeth said, "that doesn't even make sense."

The girl looked at him and said, "Yeah, it really doesn't, Ron."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I had to be right about everything!" Ron shouted.

The librarian, Madam Pince, frowned. "Shh! This is a library," she hissed, "not a quidditch stadium!"

Ron muttered an apology, and after giving the two one last cold glare, he left, or rather, the girl dragged him away.

Seamus rolled his eyes. "Git," he muttered, "I suppose that's what you get for voicing your opinion."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing," Seamus said, although clearly it was something.

Annabeth decided to press him on about it. "C'mon, It's obviously something. You might feel better if you talk about it."

Seamus groaned. All of his friends were giving him the cold shoulder, he was getting advice from an eleven-year-old, and he just found out that tomatoes were a fruit. What was his life coming to?

The tomato thing just randomly popped into my head.

A for Seamus, I put him in because he is seldom seen for the majority of OOP. For those of you that don't remember, Seamus got into a fight with Harry about the Daily Prophet, because his mother believed it. Harry, annoyed, called his mom stupid which, understandably, got Seamus mad. Everyone took Harry's side and basically ignored Seamus for most of the year. I figured I would use this to my advantage if I wanted to keep both story lines in order. The trick is to have main characters interact very rarely, so that you don't accidentally ruin the original plot. Anyway, since Seamus is a fairly recognizable character is Harry Potter, I figured that I might as well use him since we don't know what he does for the first half of the school year.

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