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Chapter 4
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A/N: Even though it's his seventh year, Harry and the gang are still at Hogwarts. Sirius is also still alive, and pardoned, in fact, he is teaching at Hogwarts. Voldemort's influence at the ministry isn't that strong yet..
Who would name a school Hogwarts? I mused, as I drew up to the huge, ancient looking castle. It was grand and very majestic, but compared to Mount Olympus...It was nothing. I looked beside me, at the werewolf, who stared gloomily out the window at the passing countryside.
I felt for him, he was stuck as a babysitter, bringing me to hogwarts. Even worse, I had refused to go by broom or apparating or portkey, once I discovered that it required flying through the air- a very dangerous endeavor for a son of Posiedon. I even refused the half giant, Hagrid's flying motorcycle. Too bad they didn't have any Pegasi. Already I was slightly homesick.
Looking down, I saw my filmsy carry on bag. I contained three sets of robes, and a few mortal clothing that some one had conjured for me. I fidgeted with my robe. It was October, but the beavy fabric made me feel hot and itchy. I pulled at it.
"Do you always feel like you're wearing a dress?" The werewolf looked up at me, startled.
"Ha! I guess, but you'll get use to it." He said, kindly.
"Id better. " I muttered. "What did you say you teach, again?"
"Defence against the Dark Arts. It teaches the students how to defend magically-sheild charms, healing, dark creatures-the lot. Sirius teaches it with me." My course was called Physical Development. It was like P.E, except without health, and nutrition. I would be teaching everyone from third year and up.
"Lucky, you only have seven years of school." I commented. "Is that really enough?'"
"It usually is, to get jobs in the wizarding world."
"I see. And you don't learn any thing like math, or language.." Seeing his bewildered expression, I shook my head. Wizards. As the train pulled to a stop, the werewolf and I got up and exited. It was a chilly day, and the wind blew my robes, making it feel more like a dress. We reaching the edge of the lake that was situated in front of the castle, and I hopped into the boat. The werewolf-Lupin, eyed it with caution.
"Looks like they still haven't changed the boats." He muttered, shaking his head, as he got in. I grinned, and with a wave of my hand, we were off, the waves pushing us at a nice efficent pace.
"So. You went Hogwarts, what's it like?" Lupin grinned.
"It's an amazing place. There are four houses, and each houses have their own qualities, every eleven year old gets sorted as soon as they get here. You have Hufflepuff, home of the loyal, Ravenclaw, home of the intelligent, Slytherin, home of the ambitious, and finally, Griffindor, Home of the Brave..." I sat back, comfortingly, listening to his happy description of the school. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...I would only be here for...a few months, after all.
Suddenly, I stopped the boat. We jerked to a halt.
"Wha?" Asked Lupin, in the middle of his lecture on Qudittch. I frowned into the water.
"There's something here. Do you know?"
"It's just the giant squid." I gasped, delighted.
"A giant squid? You don't say? My father would be pleased that they're still alive!" And with that, I dove into the water. It was wonderfully refreshing, to be back in my father's kingdom. The lake here was dark and slightly cold, but I didn't mind. The waves thrummed with an aura of magic.
Swimming deeper, I sensed something, a deep thrumming further down. Curious, I swan lower and lower, until even my eyesight was failing me. There, I noticed a huge tentacle floating in the water, drifting slowly back and forth.
"Hello?" I called out. Greetings, son of Poseidon. It was a deep, melodious vioce that reminded me of some of the nymphs at my dad's palace.
"And you are?" I asked the squid. Iole. My Lord. I live here, and have lived here for centuries, away from the rest of the world.
"Why did you come here? Did father send you away?" No. I was a nymph working with Oceanus, until I defected, and he, in rage turned me into this creature, and sent me of to lands unknown.
"Oceanus is gone. Father has defeated him. You can go back, I suppose, if you want to." While that is indeed great news, I cannot. I am stuck in this form, and bound to this castle. Only Oceanus can free me.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Do not be, young one, for I have found joy here. But came and visit again another time. And I shall introduce you to the other inhabitants of the lake
"That would be great, Iole." I said. "I'll see you some other time, I guess." Goodbye, young one.
And with that, she dissapeared into the dark and mysterious depths of the lake. Climbing, up, I saw that the sky had darkened considerably since when I dove. Lupin was sitting, worried, in the boat. Once I surfaced, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in.
"You aren't wet." He stated. I rolled myy eyes.
"I was just visiting the giant squid." I said, as we started moving again.
"You demi-gods," he muttered, and I grinned.
The castle was bright and cheery, even though the sun had come down.
"Hurry, we'll probably make it to dinner!" I ran after him, hungry, after my exploits in the lake, and just a bit eager to see what this magic school would look like. Striding through the front doors, I hurrided after Lupin, into the magnificent entrance hall. Torches blazed everywhere, the medieval ceiling soaring high overhead, designs and inscriptions everywhere.
"Whoa.." I said. Even inferior to Olympus, it was pretty spectacular. Lupin grinned.
"You'll get to see more of it later. Now, the feast." Walking down the cool, marble steps, we approach a giant door with huge crest on it. The serpent, badger, Raven, and lion crest of the school. With a wave of his hand, the door opened, with a huge BOOM! And I was face to face with a thousand students and teachers.
I paled at the sight. All those faces staring intently at me. It was menacing. As we walked down the aisle between two tables, I looked at the faces. The table on my left was undoubtedly Slytherin, with a banner bearing a huge snake emblazoned on it. The death eater's kids, supposedly. I looked up and down the table, and saw a familiar face.
I smirked at Draco, and he quickly paled, but immediately recovered. He would tell Tom of my whereabouts. On my right, was the Slytherin's long time enemy and rival House. The Griffindors. Here was were I was to look for my charge-Harry Potter. After discussing it with Albus, who happens to be the headmaster of the school, I would teach Harry and his two friends (followers) Ron and Hermione five days a week, while also hosting a combat club (that was optional,) for the whole school and teaching gym. Yep, looks like I had my work cut out for me.
Striding to the front, the staff table, Lupin and I strode up the stairs, sit down on either side of Albus. The old man spoke.
"Students of all Houses. This year, we will be lucky to have a Professer Percy Jackson here to teach Physical development, as a part of our mandatory curriculum. This course will be taken by all houses third year and up, and will be stressing the importance of excersize. There will be no wondwork required, as Professor Jackson is magically deficient. He will also be the assistant head of Griffindor House. You'll get a more detailed sheet later on. Please welcome, Professor Jackson." Silence.
And then, tentitively, a girl at the Hufflepuff table started clapping. I raised an eyebrow at her, and immediately, she blushed. Then, her entire whole joined in, as well as Ravenclaw, and some of the Griffindors. The green house stayed silent. Oh well, like I cared.
Magically Deficient. It was another way to say squib, a person of magic heritage, but no magical talent. Yep, I was masquarding as a squib this year. Looking over at the Lion's table, I spotted my charge deep in conversation with a brown haired girl and another(!) redheaded boy. They were all slightly older then me, but I could now see how everyone got me and potter mixed up. We both had the same wavy black hair, and green eyes. Except his were more emerald green, while mine were sea green. Plus he had glasses. And a scar.
I had heard about that scar, before. How Tom had given it to him, even though he later destroyed Tom. I shivered. This battle was going to end in death. Was I going to be teaching my brother's murderer. I wondered what Annabeth would say to this, and I resolved to IM her and my parents that night. They would be worried, despite the fact that I did this every few months. I looked down as food suddenly appeared on the table.
It looked delicious, all home style, potatoes, buns, shepard's pie. I looked arund for a source of fire. THere was only the braiziers on the far wall. Perhapes I could discreetly go over and dump some food in before anyone noticed? No. Too riskly. I'd have to tell Albus about it.
"Sorry, Dad," I muttered into my food, only to attract a questioning look from Professor Sprout, who taught Herbology. Most of the teachers here belonged to the Order of the Pheonix, the group that fought Tom, except for the Ancient runes and Divinations professor. Severus, I had later learned, was a spy.
"Everytime we ate at home, we''d always sacrifice some food in the flames to our parents," I murmurred, quietly. "They like the smell, up in Olympus." Sprout looked part beliwildered and part intrigued.
"It must be different up in America." I nodded. It was nice to have a sympathetic ear.
"Yep. It's very intimidating to be surrounded by british speaking people." She smiled.
"But your foods delicious," I deemed, after taking a sip of colslaw soup. "Different, but delicious."
"He looks so young," That was Hermione, as she gazed up at their new professor. "Younger then us, even. How could Dumbledore let him teach?"
"Well, he must be making an exception, with the man being a squib and all," Ron muttered. "Assistant head of house. How come we have an assistant head of house?"
"I don't know, but there's something suspicious about him." Harry said, "Like he doesn't belong..."
"Do you think he's a Death Eater?" Hermione asked, her spoon raised to her mouth.
"I don't think Dumbledore would let a Death Eater in, no matter how good of a spy he is. But even so.." Harry replied.
"Maybe Fred and George know something about it, they were there at the last raid."
"Oh yeah, I heard about that-something immportant happened. Not sure if it was good or bad though." Harry mused, taking a bite out of a steaming hot potato. Dropping it quickly, he wiped his hands on a napkin.
"The twins will know, I wonder if we'll get a chance to speak to them," Hermione said. "It's pretty exciting that they're teaching at Hogwarts, you know." Fred and George had come back a year after they graduated to help Madame Hooch with Quittich training. Although they counted as staff, they were still staying with the Griffindors in Griffindor tower.
"Hey, Ron, do yu know if Ginny's trying out for chaser, again?"
"Hmp. Tsk. Tsk. A team captain showing favoritism?" Harry smiled.
"Your sister is genuinely good." And soon professor Jackson was forgotten.
"I mean, it's pretty weird that he arrives in the middle of the year, if you know what I mean." Colin Creevy muttered, as the Griffindors were heading up to their dorms for the night.
"Hey what's the password again?" Colin paused in his ramblings about the new Professor.
"Umm. Hermione?" Harry called out. He had no idea.
"Ephialtes." She called back. "Strange name, hm?"
"Not at all. It's a name, actually. Ephialtes was the infamous Greek traitor who lead the Persian army through a secret passage that overwhelmed the Greeks. He betrayed his own country. A level of hell is named after him, too, you know. The place where traitors to their community go after death. Well, in christian beliefs, anyways." The new voice had an American accent and was cool with a hint of humor. The Griffindors turned, to see Professor Jackson, striding up to them.
"That was facsinating!" Cried Hermione. "Did you choose the password?"
"Naw, it was Albus. Gods know where he got that." The students were amazed and slightly offended that the youth called Dumbledore by his first name. "Anyhow, as your new assistant head of house, I am supposed to bunk with you guys."
"Why?" Dean demanded. "Professor McGonagall never sleeps in our dorms."
"Um. Because, and I quote Dumbledore, 'I should spend some more time with people my age, and promote inter house unity.' But personally, I think he just wants me to keep tabs on you." The students snorted. It was very much like Dumbledore to do something like that.
"Great, now we have a squib to represent our house. What would Griffindor say?" Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. It was Fred weasley, still in practice robes, holding a muddy broomstick.
"Fred!" Ron cried in a strangled voice.
"Well, I'm sorry if Albus made me Griffindor head of house, but you'll have to talk to him on that matter." Jackson sounded partially annoyed. "He wants me to spend time with young people my own age."
"How old are you, anyways?" Hermione asked.
"Sixteen." Everyone gasped. That was younger then the seven years. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Isn't that rather too young to teach?" He asked.
"Damn right he's too young," muttered Fred.
"Meh. I doesn't matter." Jackson started looking uncomfortable at the questions. "Let's go, I'm kind of tired, and I need to settle in first."
"Actually, Jackson, that will have to wait. The headmaster wants you. Harry, Ron, Hermione, you three as well. Right away." That was McGonagall, and she hurridly lead the other Griffindors away. Fred pursed his lipps as he moved away with the rest of them.
The three looked at Jackson.
"Are you coming?" Harry asked. Would this boy blatandly ignore the headmaster?
"Um, if you can lead the way."
I was really mad. Who was the Albus to beckon me to his office this late at night? I needed to IM my mom! Three days with nothing would get her pretty worried. I sighed, and followed the three up the stairs through the winding castle. The golden trio, as they were called, seemed, well, rather normal to me. I was expecting something more, probably because they were wizards.
But really, wizards were kind of boring. I knew after listening to all those conversations from Sprout about her plants, and then later on, her seventy cats. They had nothing to talk about except for the war. The kids, were, well, normal. They seemed slightly jumpy though, but that wsa to be expected.
Now, if only I could forget about the fact that Harry was destined to either kill my brother or die at his hand...
"Are you American, Professor Jackson?" Hermione asked. She was a year older then me, like all of them, and didn't seem bothered that tshe had to call me professor.
"Yes. Call me Percy."
"Oh. Where in America?"
"Manhattan. I'm a New Yorker." I grinned. I loved my city, gods or no.
"New York? That must be really exciting. Are there wizards there? Any wizarding schools?" That was Ron, and he looked just like his older brothers, one of whom stick hated me, for the brand on my left arm.
"In America? Um. I''m not too sure. There are wizards, but we kept away from them, because of my condition." I said, gazing up at the moving portaits on the walls. They were fantastic. People of all ages and time periods crowded around.
"But there are quite a lot of magicaal animals. Centuars. Dragons." I winced. I knew from experience. Suddenly, we were interuppted by a whoosh. I gasped as a sickly green goo splashed me in the face. Wiping it off, I looked up to find a ghost, giving me the finger.
"Ooh. It's another squib! Another squib, to give Filchy company!" He sqealed.
"Peeves!"Hermione gasped.
"SQUIB! SQUIB!" He shrieked. Hermione raised her wand, and was about to cast a spell when I stopped her.
"Hold a sec. I want to try something." It was a trick Nico taught me, to banish and bind ghosts. I shouted up at Peeves.
"Go! Or I shall summon forth the kindly ones!" Peeves immediatley stopped.
"You know the kindly ones?" He said, disblieving.
"Yes, I have been blessed by the Silent one, and his son, the Ghost king." I held up a black ring. It gleamed in the torchlight. Peeves shivered. It looked to be pure onyx, but in actuality, it was stygian ice, a gift from Nico. Peeves reared back. Babbling,
"Oh blessed one...If the Silent one himself has allowed you on to his domain, who am I to judge...You are most worthy to hold the favor of the ghost king..His most kind and generous highness.." I sighed.
"Tell the others that if you bother me, I'll ask Charon himself to dump you into the Lethe! Now, begone!" Peeves zoomed off. Well. That settled that. Hades didn't like it when spirits escaped his domain, but he let them get off free, as he really didn't need all that many people to feed and clothe. I turned back to Harry and the others. They were staring open mouthed at me.
"He's never listened to anyone." Hermione muttered.
"Well, my friend is an exocist. He know how to deal with these types of things. Shall we." We walked on.
"The Silent one? The ghost King?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed. He was suspicious of me.
"Business names." He left it at that, but I knew that he would question me later. Soon we reached the griffin guarded door that lead to Dumbledore's office.
"Do you know what the password-" I asked, bending down to take a proper look at the griffin.
"Lemon Drops." Harry spoke slowly and clearly. The gate swung open, to reveal a staircase. We climbed up it, and I gazed, amazed as we entered to offices. It was cluttered with interesting little curios, junk, and shiny things. The desk looked almost buried under parachment(another thing about wizards, they use parchment-harming the environment) and near by, a three legged stool held a battered olf hat.
In front of the desk, there was a perch, and on it, a beautiful pheonix. I realized I recognized it. It was the pheonix that Albus had brought to the battle. It was good to see it had survived.
"Ahh. Kids. Come in, come in." Dumbledorre strode in from a side door, in violent purple robes. He sat down at his desk.
"Now I have a very important matter to discuss with you. Sit down." With a wave of his hand, four chair zoomed over, and I plopped myself down. Harry frowned at me, before saying.
"Thank You profeesor," and sitting down neatly. I felt exasperated.
"Now. Harry. As you know, the time of the prophecy draws nearer and nearer, as Voldemort gains in power. Do you understand?" There was barely suppresed emotion in his voice as Harry replied,
"Yes, Professor." Albus' eye twinkled in kindness.
"Well. You won't be alone. You already have professor Snape here to help you with your occlumency, but now, you must learn to take up arms." Harry looked confused. I tapped his shoulder.
"He wants you to learn how to fight and kill."
"But I have my spells-" Albus nodded.
"That's very useful, my boy, but in a battle, dueling is not the only form of fighting." Ron looked excited as he said.
"So we'll learn swords and fencing like those Pureblood families." He glanced over at Hermione. She looked nervous. Albus nodded.
"Correct, Ronald. You, Harry, and Ms. Granger are to learn more then that. Sword work, hand to hand combt, archery. What ever suits your fancy."
"But, if we're really fighting to kill...wouldn't, ahem...guns be usefuller?" Hermione muttered. Ron looked confused.
"A gun is like a muggle crossbow," I muttered. He nodded, 'oh'. Albus looked startled.
"Of course, however, guns can be stopped with protective sheilds, whereas swords must be met in a challenge. It's tradition, and even Voldemort won't break tradition. As well, you be learning hand to hand combat, which is extremely useful when you are disarmed." Albus explained. I nodded in understanding.
"I see, professor. But who's going to-" Harry started, and then looking at me, "oh" Albus nodded.
"You three will have lessons every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Wednesdays will be a combat club that Professor Jackson will be holding, optional to the whole school. I suggest you bring your friends, then..." I sighed. More work for me. And I haven't even gotten a schedule, never mind a lesson plan.
"Okay," The three of them nodded.
"Alright. You are dismissed." Dumbledore said. "Percy, a word, if you will." I groaned, and sat back down. As soon as the others left, Albus looked intently at me.
"Perseus, I'm afraid that Tom has found new help."
"Perseus, I'm afraid that Tom has found new help" As soon as the door shut behind them, each of the trio pulled out an extendable ear, pointing it in the direction of the door.
"How does this concern me?" Percy's annoyed voice rang out.
"They're the remenants of Kronos' army. Empusa, telekines. Even a few-"
"What are you doing here!" McGonagall's voice rang out, and hurridly, the three of them ran off, heading to their dorm.
"Telekines? Empousa?" Ron asked."What are those?" Hermione shrugged.
"Perhapes they're code? But they sound familiar-maybe I've read somewhere..."
"He sure is mysterious for a squib. I think there's something he'd not telling us." Harry argue, as they stepped through the portrait hole.
"Well, whatever it is, we'll have plently of time to find out..." Ron said. " Can you imagine, 5 days of training a week? As if I don't have enough to do. Speaking of homework, what did you guys write for the five uses of eye of salamander?"
I stormed back to Griffindor tower, distracted with the news that Albus had told me. Tom had somehow found the remenants of Kronos' army, and recruited them to help him with his conquest of the wizarding world. I wasn't sure what he had promised them in return, but I had a guess. Severus wasn't sure about their exact number, but it seemed to be about over thrree hundred Telekines, Empousa, and other varied monster, even a few demi-gods.
Which meant war between oour two world would be inevitable, and eventually we would have to chose sides. But I didn't want to drag camp half-blood into another battle where we would be fighting our own kind... I had to contact Chiron, and see what he made of this. Now, to find a bathroom in this castle.
Three hours later, I was back where I started: lost. There were just too many staircases and and portaits and corridors. Groaning, I slumped against the side of the wall, when I heard singing coming from an open door. Approaching it cautiously, I emerged to find an antique looking bathroom lit dimly by a few flickering lights. I turned, looking for the source of the music.
A young schoolgirl with dark hair and glasses flew one of the stalls, and I realized that she was a ghost.
"So you're the one that everybody's talking about...The squib who has the blessing of the ghost king?" I nodded
"You know, this is a girls bathroom...But no one ever uses it, they avoid me." I nodded again, and approached the faucets. Just as I was about to open the faucet, a design at the bottle caught me attention. It was a snake, coiled around its self, and it seemed to move, just like the tattoo on my arm. Albus had tried applying a glamour over it, but nothing worked, and I was resigned to wear long sleeved the entire duration of my stay here.
"Open." I said, in ancient greek, the word came out of my throat, unbidden. What? I jumped back as the sink shifted out of the way, revealing a dark, gaping hole. I looked back at the ghost.
"What is that?" asked. She seemed startled for a moment.
"The Chamber of Secrets. You're a speaker. The heir of Slytherin has come again." She said.
"What's the chamber of secrets? What's down there? What's a speaker?" I demanded. But already, she was backing away.
"Ask Harry, if you dare." I was bewelidered. The heir of Slytherin? Albus had told me that Tom was the heir of Slytherin, one of the founding fathers of this school, but on his mothers side, which meant that I couldn't be one. And how did I open the door? Shrugging, I jumped into the hole, sliding down the inky depths to down towards the center of the earth. I'll have to contact Annabeth later.
The first thing I was aware of when I reached the bottom of the tunnel, was that I was under the lake! I could feel the rushing water above me, soothing, calming, a nice rythym. The chamber was cool and damp, and old looking, and looking down, I saw piles of animal bones everywhere. Walking forwards, I reached a bdoor, embalzoned with five snakes.
"Open," I said again in ancient greek, and as the door swung open, I gasped in suprise. The chamber was magnificient, green marble floor spanned the length of the entire cavern. There was a giant, reflecting pool on one side, and at the end of the hall, a huge face of an old man.
He looked wise and noble, but there was a hint of sadness in his expression. Intrigued, I walked forward, looking down into the pool. Glittering at the bottom was, suprisingly, a collection of Drachmas. Bending down, I took one, and examined it. It seemed real enough. Walking down the chamber, I examined the huge face. At the bottom f the face, etched near it's beard was an inscriotion in ancient greek.
"Speak to me, Salazar Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts four!" Strange. I had thought Hogwarts was established in the 10th century, long after the Romans abandoned Britantica. I said the phrase out loud.
There was a giant, grating noise, and looking up, I almost had a heart attack as the giant mouth of the figure opened, revealing a set of stairs. Hesitantly, I climbed up the stairs, into the huge mouth. There was a creaking behind me, and I whirled around to find the mouth shut, sealing me in darkness. I panicked.
Then a whoosh of flame, and the chamber lit up. I gasped as I relized that I was in greek -style pantheon, much like the mess hall back at home. It was magnificent, and airy, and didn't feel stuffy, as I expected it to be.
"Welcome, young demi-god." My head snapped up at the sound of the voice.
"Who's there?"
"Here, in the corner." My eye roved the corners of he pantheon, until I found the hint of a face, surrounded by shadows. I aproached the statue, hesitantly. It was a man, Dressed in flowing greek robes, holding a tablet and stylus in his hand. He had a wistful expression as he gazed forward.
"Who are you?" I asked, my words automatically in ancient greek.
"I am Salazar Slytherin, however, I am also known as Themis, Titan of law and order. " I took a step back. A titan. His name sounded familiar, and I wasn't sure if he was on Kronos' side of not in the uprising last year.
"Don't worry, demi-god, I bring you no harm. I'm stuck, as you can see, in this state."
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "This is a waizarding school"
"Yes, a wizarding school that I helped found." I raised an eyebrow.
"Why? So gods know about these wizards? Why didn't they say anything?" Slytherin, or rather Themis made a rasping noise that sounded like a sigh.
"Because they didn't want the two worlds to meet. Wizards, as you now them, started when the Titan Metis, blessed a select handful of humans. In time, this group grew, and became the wizarding community as it is now." Metis? Mother of Athena? Annabeth's grandmother?
"What about the muggleborn students? So you're saying that these wizards are actually demi-titans, or something?"
"No, they are completely mortal, just blessed, with special abilities. Muggleborn magic is created whenever Metis felt like it. When I was at Hogwarts, I tried keeping the muggleborns ignorant of their magic, because I knew it would be stupid to expand the maical community, not because of blood purity." I remembered that of the four founders of Hogwarts, Slytherin was the one who tried to limit the school to old pureblood families only.
"But why? Why interfere with your fellow Titan's work?"
"Balance. I want balance. And if there are too many wizards as opposed to demi-gods, then there won't be any balance. You see, with you as the children of gods, and them as the blessed mortals of Titans, you are destined to be mortal enemies." I stared.
"If the two of your worlds meet, then it would result in much blood shed, until one of you are exterminated." And I had just set the two of our world's together.
"Who-who would win?" I asked, lips parched.
"Looking at it number wise? You'd be out-numbered three hundred to one." I blanched.
"Does the wizards know about this?"
"No, they don't even know that you exist. Once all of them find out, there will be war..."
"I can't let this happen!" I said, despertly. "I need to stop this. We can't fight...We'll lose..."
"Do you want to hear the reason I came to Hogwarts, besides controlling the wizarding population?"
"Why?"
"There was a prophecy made years ago, many many years ago, that speaks of a bridge between the two worlds. Someone born of the gods and of the blessed mortals. When the time comes for the two groups to fight, the bridge will either save them, or destroy them all. I came to Hogwarts looking to find this Bridge. Perhapes, now is the time for him or her to appear... Are you quite alright, there?" I had paled.
'Born of gods and blessed mortals.' The words rang in my ears. 'He will be the one to save you, or destroy you.' I only knew one person who was half wizard, half god. And he was the last person who would agree to help.
End of Chapter 4
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