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percy jackson or seaweed brain: That would be an interesting idea, but, unfortunately, I have to keep both stories in cannon, so that is not possible.

Fennendra: Yeah, she's really more of my brother's dog than anyone else's. Her name is Vanilla and she's a ten-year-old Golden Retriever. I'm sure you'll get a pet eventually, or at least when you move out. Anyway, I'm glad you like the story.

Dear Chiron,

Things are going bad, and fast. I think you were right, there is going to be a war.

The other day there was a major breakout in Azkaban- - that's the wizard prison. So now there are a bunch of psychotic killers on the loose. As if twisted Professor Umbridge wasn't enough to worry about.

And there's one more thing, this girl, I think she may be a half-blood, or at least have some godly ancestry. She shows signs of dyslexia and exhibits odd behavior. I hear from other students that she believes in all of these strange creatures that nobody else has seen (monsters?) At first, I thought she was just crazy, but now I think that there may be something more to her story. Further research is required.

"Who's Chiron?" a voice asked.

Annabeth jumped. "Yαμώτο, Harper!" she said, unintentionally cursing in Greek. "What are you doing here?" she hissed.

The young boy shrugged. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, knowing that he caught her doing something that she didn't want anyone to see. He calmly petted a student's pet Kneazle, smirking. "I kind of work here," he said sarcastically. "Remember? I run this pet business."

The Ravenclaw scowled. Was nowhere safe anymore? She couldn't even write a letter in the Room of Requirement.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. "Wait a minute, how can you read this?" she demanded, referring to the letter. "It's in Greek."

Harper said, "I know Greek. There's a wizarding community in Athens that my family is close with."

Annabeth threw her hands up into the air, exasperated. "What's next? Scisne latine quoque?"

"Yeah, I speak Latin," he replied haughtily.

Well, this is just perfect! she thought sarcastically. Annabeth wondered if it was even possible to think sarcastically. Yet somehow, she had pulled it off.

"Who's Chiron?" the little Slytherin repeated persistently, now bouncing up and down. He was not going to give up easily.

Annabeth sighed. Was this kid really her age? "None of your business. He's a friend."

"So why are you writing to him in Greek?"

"That's his first language."

Forest raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Ancient Greek?"

"Don't you have cages to change?"

"Nope," he grinned smugly, "Creevey and Wespert have already taken care of that."

"Well then just . . . go away."

Harper said, "Fine, I'll go," he obliged, backing away. "But make no mistake, Chase, I'm always watching. . . always watching. . . always- - OW!" he ran into a wall. Harper stood up, dusted himself off, gathered what was left of his dignity, and left the room.

On her way to breakfast, Orla Quirkie stopped in her tracks. "You have GOT to be kidding me!" Quirkie complained upon seeing Umbridge's Educational Decree Number Twenty-six.

"What?"

"Look at this rubbish!"

Annabeth squinted, skimming the new rule. Her hands clenched into fists as she swore in Ancient Greek, earning a smirk from Harper. Was there no such thing as privacy anymore? Maybe she could get Rose Zeller to teach her Hebrew, she thought jokingly. She was pretty sure he didn't know that.

"Teachers are hereby banned from giving students any information that is not strictly related to the subject they are paid to teach," Vaisey read aloud, having been one of the last first-years to reach the bulletin board. "Seriously?" he demanded. "Doesn't that old bat have better things to do than make up pointless rules for us to follow?"

"There hasn't even been a problem with student-teacher interaction, has there?" everybody shook their heads. Annabeth frowned. "Then this rule is completely unjustified! I mean, if it were a growing problem, then I suppose it would only make sense to put restrictions- - but this, this is just proof that she's looking for privileges to take away from us!" Annabeth looked around. "She's abusing her power. Surely there must be someone we can go to about this."

"The Ministry?" Euan Ambercrombie suggested.

"No, that's stupid," said Baddock. "The problem isn't that major. Besides, she works for the Ministry. They were the ones who sent her in the first place. They want her to torture us!"

"You guys are forgetting one thing," said Stewart Ackerly from behind his Charles Dickens book. Everyone jumped. Stewart seldom spoke.

Baddock turned around to glare at him. "And what's that, smarty?"

All of the other first and second-years turned around to face him, interested in what he had to say. Stewart's face turned red as he looked down, suddenly very interested in his trainers. The poor boy was not used to having so much attention focused on him.

After seconds, he cleared his throat. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Who in this school has more power than Umbridge?"

Nobody knew the answer.

"Dumbledore!" he almost shouted, his arms spreading out for emphasis. Unfortunately, in the process of doing so, he accidentally hit Jimmy Peakes in the stomach with Oliver Twist. "Um . . . sorry. Anyway, the headmaster had more power than the High Inquisitor any day."

The other students paused, having not considered this. Stewart absentmindedly returned to his book.

Annabeth was the first to speak. "It could work," she said slowly, "but surely he must have noticed that there's something off about her by now, and he hasn't done anything, has he?"

There was another pause as the other children took that into consideration.

"It's still worth a try," Dennis Creevey said, but he sounded somewhat doubtful. "You could tell him Annabeth."

"What?"

"Yeah," Rose agreed enthusiastically, "you have more chutzpah than anyone I know!" she pronounced the word by making a sound in the back of her throat, almost like spitting.

"Me? You want me to represent the entire student body?"

They nodded.

"Um . . . okay," she said uncertainly.

"Great! There he is right now!" someone said, pointing down the corridor. Sure enough, the figure of the headmaster came into focus. "Go talk to him!"

"Now?"

"Yeah!" Peakes gave her an awkward shove towards the old man.

Annabeth groaned. They were going to eat her alive if she didn't get this done. Now she had to convince the principal that one of the teachers he had hired was a crazed tyrant on her way to becoming a female Hitler (or Grindelwald, in the wizard world).

And the worst part was, she hadn't even eaten breakfast yet!

Harry Potter Fact: When J. K. Rowling took a sorting hat quiz online, she got into Hufflepuff.

Random Fact: The telephone number for Antarctica is 672

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