Getting back to the carriage that night after the announcement to the Hogwarts students of what would be happening this year, Jude got ready for bed and sat at her desk in the room she was sharing with Gabrielle. Where was that parchment… grabbing a piece paper and a pen, Jude started writing a letter to her brother, Percy.

'Salut, Seaweed Brain!

I'm at Hogwarts - the UK school of magic - with my delegation. Tomorrow we enter our names! I'm still shocked that Dad, Father, and Daddy (and yes I will keep calling them that until my dying day, and if you try and say something about it, you'll have to get Nico to get you out of an obsidian block. If you can even talk, that is) let me come and try to get in the Tournament. Well, then again, they're probably thinking back to 'The God Old Days' and battles for honour and glory and the like.

If you thought you were getting out of being lectured on this summer again, you're wring. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU BUMBALING BUFOON! Sitting in Dad's chair? Honestly? YOU IDIOT! What if he smited you, huh? Happy as I am that you weren't (yet) are you STUPID? By the way, I hope things are going well with Annabeth. Did you take Thalia's advice on dates with her? Or did you get a milkshake dumped on your head again?

Madame Maxime gave the headmaster of Hogwarts - Albus Dumbledore, that whacko politician I was telling you about. Can you believe that they put HIM in charge of a school? - a thorough dressing-down at the feast to welcome us and Durmstrang - the boys school, the one Nico was excited about when I told him about it - because he was 'shocked that she would send an eleven year old to slaughter' or something like that. Please. Then he saw my scar - the one the Wizards go crazy over, I was hiding the others - and looked like he was plotting something. I don't trust him. I just get a bad feeling in my stomach around him.

How have Nico and Thalia been? I miss you guys. I don't think Madame will be too keen on letting me shadow travel to see you guys this year, sadly. There are fewer of our girls here, and I'd be missed. Not to mention that crazy "Girl Who Lived" crap that's so popular in England. It's way worse than it was in France, and that was horrible! At least it didn't last all year.

And before you ask me - yes, my injuries are healing fine from the battle. I think I have a new scar on my back to joining the others, but other than that, I'm good. No infections, blah, blah, blah. I love magic medicine. The potions are tasty, way better than cough syrup. And YES, I have the bottle you forced on me before school started. I wonder if I'll be able to continue sword practise? Maybe. Fleur is really good about practising with me - she's better than Luke was, I swear.

I miss you guys SO much. And if you tell me that you don't miss me, see above threat about needing to find Nico, only instead you'll be looking for Daddy. And yes I am glaring at this parchment and pretending that it is your head and is burning very slowly. Sticking my tongue is not childish, either. So there. I am sticking out my tongue.

Say hi to Mr. D for me!

Love you, Brother,

Jude.'

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'Hey, Jude,

Why do you, Thalia, and Annabeth insist on calling me that? Really? If you end up getting Nico to do it I won't survive the summer! I'm not saying anything about anything or any names for your dads, nope nothing at all. My lips are zipped, and you are a very angry fourteen year old. Not even Nico is as crazy as you are. And I think that they're still in shock that they let you enter a competition to see who's luck runs out first and dies. Don't you mean 'The GOOD Old Days?' But they probably are. Wasn't that more of something that guys did, though?

What is it with you girls and the lecturing? And he didn't smite me, so no harm done, right? No I didn't get stuff dumped on my head again, and yes I acted like myself and stopped being nervous. And I wasn't even nervous in the first place! Okay, maybe a little. But not much!

He's in charge of a school? And you're at his school? Isn't he the one that placed you with the Dursleys before you came to Camp? But At least he was worried about you, right? Didn't you show me a newspaper clipping where he was practically turning over all of Wales looking for you? But Jude, no offence, but you DO look eleven. More like ten, actually. You're tiny. And if you mind it so much, why not make yourself taller? Can't you hide that scar though, if it bothers you? Thalia likes make-up, I think, you could ask her. Avoid the guy if you're nervous around him. Is he a monster? Maybe that's it.

Everyone's fine. Thalia sent me a letter, and Nico dropped by yesterday, and he's planning on staying all weekend. Something about family, I think? Mom made blue scrambled eggs - how she did it when the eggs are naturally yellow and turn green whenever I try it, I can't guess. We miss you too. You can't visit? That sucks! I'm kinda glad that I'm not you over there. Maybe it won't be as bad as you think? … Never mind, pretend I didn't say (write?)that.

So I'm worried about you! You're my little sister/cousin/? - which one is it, anyway? - I'm going to care about you. No need to make me sound like some fussy, crazy whacko. And I'll say this again - LUCKY BRAT. Why can't normal medicine taste good? Are the potions as helpful as nectar and ambrosia, though? I bet not, and that they don't taste as good, either. From what you said before, I'm not surprised that Fleur is good about practicing with you - you two are the only ones able to hold your own against the other!

We miss you two. Are you okay, by the way? Nico said that he was having funny dreams, and thought that something was wrong where you are. And again, WHY DO YOU LIKE THREATENING ME SO MUCH? You and Nico, you must hate me! And I got the impression that you were gl-'

Percy was cut off when he heard a distinct girl's voice say, "PERCY! PROBLEM!"

He jumped and turned around in his chair. Jude? "Jude what are you - how are you - what the- and your h-"

Jude rolled her eyes and snapped, "If you ask why my hair isn't normal, I swear I will smother you with a pillow while you sleep. Get Nico, Thalia, somebody, now. I need to talk to my dads, but none of them, nor their wives, are answering. Bloody Fates…"

Percy had learned years ago to ignore Jude's strange comments, and chose not to counter that her hair was the colour of a fire truck. "Why do you need Dad? What problem? I-"

Jude glared at him. "GET NICO!"

The door slammed open, and in the doorway stood Percy's Mom, Nico, and Paul. Percy looked at Jude. "I, uh, got them?"

Jude snorted. "'Course you did."

Nico looked between them in confusion. Turning to the Iris-Message Jude, he asked, "Uhm, Jude, what's going on?"

Jude sighed and pinched her nose. "You know how I was telling you about the TriWizard Tournament?"

Percy nodded. "Yes, it's kind of hard to forget something when you get sent five feet of parchment on the rules, and another eight on the history of it."

Nico looked at Jude, and his face dropped. "You're not, you're not a Champion are you?"

Jude grimaced. "Kind of?"

Percy's Mom looked at Jude with a raised eyebrow. She'd known Jude for as long as Percy had been at Camp. Four years helped to get to know a person. Before Jude was comfortable outside of wards, Percy's house was one of the only places the girl was comfortable being at. "What did your luck do now, Judida?"

Jude made a face at the use of her full first name. "Er, well, Fleur's the Beauxbatons Champion, too. She was called first, and then my name was called, and I couldn't think, and I went there, and then all of the adults were yelling, and Dumbledore was smirking, and I don't know what to do and I-I-I… I-asked-if-I-could-ask-the-owners-of-the-school-I-grew-up-at-if-I-could-represent-them-since-Beauxbatons-can't-have-two-Champions."

Nico watched Jude in shock. "You think the gods'll agree to that?"

Jude shrugged nervously. "Maybe?"

"And how will we explain a horde of Demigods to wizards? There are reasons we're a secret from them, Jude!"

"I know that, Nico!" Jude snapped. "I don't know, okay? I just don't! Maybe… maybe we could just, I don't know, say it's a privately funded school for… half-blooded, or Muggleborn witches and wizards with specific talents." She paused, and her face lit up. "I think that actually may work. Think about it; I told you about elementals, and people that can control specific things, or their magic gets channelled into specific things. I told you about the wizard artists, there were some that were near squibs, but their magic got channelled into their art, and it was , is, some of the best art there is in the world. We could pass off some of the kids as that sort of thing. Every school is required to have a delegation of about five, I think, so if they say yes-"

Nico cut her off, "And how will they say yes? And how did you even become the FOURTH champion, Jude! Come on! Not even you're that unlucky!"

"I don't know, Okay! For the love of all three of my fathers! I didn't plan this! I wanted to be the champion for Beauxbatons! Not for Camp Half Blood, or some other place! So quit yelling at me, for the love of Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon!"

Percy's mother blinked. "Is it a demigod thing, these anger issues, or just the children of Hades?"

Nico and Jude glared at her.

Jude sighed and leaned back on something, "Do you think that either of you could contact Father, or Daddy? I'll try and get Dad again. I've been trying to get them and Chiron and Mr. D for over an hour now, I even sent owls, but they just flew around in circles. Are they all on Olympus? Even Chiron? I really, really need to talk to them. Percy, could Tyson get Dad?"

Percy and Nico looked at each other. "We can try Jude, but are you sure you want to do this? Isn't there some way out of this?"

Jude shook her head. "Nope. I checked. The original TriWizard let even eleven years olds try to enter. It's magically binding, I die if I try and not participate. I shouldn't even be in it, since Fleur is. The judges think that the enchantments must be wearing thin after nearly a millennia. Stupid idiots don't know that it's older than that, forged by Hecate as a gift to her son Godric-"

"We know, Jude," Nico drawled, rolling his eyes.

"Oh shut up! I need SOMEBODY up there. Daddy may be god of the flipping dead, but I don't want to be one of them!"

"I'll, uh, go call Dad, then," Percy stammered.

"One god of the dead, coming right up!"

"Thanks, guys," Jude sighed, her shoulders sagging in relief. "But now that I think about it, I think I'll try Chiron. I don't want to call Father on the off chance that he's, her, having a… moment… with his love of the month mortal," Jude said, her face turning red when she used theirs and Thalia's name for Zeus' various mortal women.

The two male demigods nodded while Percy's Mom led her husband away, taking his rpid questions with them.

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It had been four hours, and they finally had somebody. "Thank you, Tyson!" Percy grinned to the Cyclops, as he brought the sea god into view.

"You're Welcome Percy!"

Poseidon had a pleasantly confused look on his face when he spoke. "Uh, hello, Percy. What's - what's going on?"

Percy sighed. "Hi dad. One second. NICO!" the boy called over his shoulder. "Nico, come here!"

"Huh -wha' - you got him! Erm, hello, Uncle," Nico puffed after racing across the apartment. He turned to glare at Percy. "Can you not wait for you mom to finish making cookies?"

Percy glared, to which Nico gave him a muttered, "Nevermind…"

Percy turned back to his dad. "Dad - Jude IM'd me and Nico a few hours ago, we've been trying to get a hold of somebody ever since. You know that Tournament she entered?"

Poseidon nodded. "Oh, did she win? Is she the champion for Beauxbatons?"

Percy tried to smile. "Ehhrmmmm…. She's a Champion."

Poseidon gave Percy a sharp look. "What happened to her? What went wrong?"

"She's-kind-of-the-champion-for-no-school-at-the-moment-because-she's-the-fourth-champion-Dad."

Poseidon stared at Percy fopr a minute, then glanced at Nico. He blinked. "I… I'm getting my brothers."

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A full hourglass of emeralds glowed next to a near empty ruby one while the Goblet of Fire flared red. Dumbledore's hand snapped out to grab the piece of charred, pale green parchment.

You could have heard a schmuzzie, or a particle of dust drop when he called out, "Judida Potter!" and a small girl, maybe eight, stood up, her previously black hair turning a bloody red, while her face paled considerably.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbly-fork?" came the quiet voice. As if on cue, the Great Hall of Hogwarts began to buzz, like an angry hive of Jellyfish being operated on by yellow jackets, with cream cheese as anaesthesia.

Wincing at the mispronunciation of his name, the Headmaster of Hogwarts said in a greatly sorrowed voice, "Into the Chamber, Miss Potter."

"Why?" The Hall buzzed more.

"You are a Champion, Miss Potter, please go into the chamber."

"No, Professor Doomsday-snork, I will not. Schools have one champion, and Fleur is Beauxbatons," the childish voice said, as if spoken by an innocent grade scholar. Jude snorted internally. Wizards confused appearances with reality all too much. What would Hecate say?

She'd probably smack the lot of them…

"Miss Potter, your name has come from the Goblet of Fire, please go to the Chamber while the judges try and figure all of this out."

Jude kept from grinning as she slid into a ready position with her arms crossed behind her back. That was the cue she had been waiting for. It was probably a good thing that she'd spent three and a half hours babbling about the TriWizard requirements at Madame yesterday; Madame now knew that Jude could handle this. "Sir, I am fourteen and I have figured it out. Someone obviously Confunded a powerfully magical object, meaning either you, Madame, I think the Durmstrang Headmaster, Monsieur's Crouch or Snape, or Madame McGonagall did it."

Ignoring the exploding hall, Jude continued the little speech she had planned out the day that Madame announced the tournament, just in case this happened again. "While all of that is well and good, I have no school. The rules clearly state I must represent one. Violation of the rules results in the loss of my magic, and or death. Whoever entered me wishes me dead, whoop-de-do, and that does not change anything. Before you insinuate anything, anything at all, I will state this, and by my life it is truth; I did not enter under any other school than my own. Beauxbatons. Now then, it is getting late, and I for one am going to bed. Happy All Souls Day. Lovely time, Midnight. Very irritating."

Jude stopped fighting her grin as she swept herself out of the Hall. Oh, she bet the Headmaster didn't expect that. Stupid man…

Huh. She was more connected to her future self then normal. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't attended Hogwarts. Or Salem, come to think of it, since Judida had been her most cynical then.

Now what school would she represent? Hopefully somewhere she had been…

She snapped her fingers. That was it! Camp Half Blood! Jude started running for the carriage to IM somebody, anybody would do. They better be there, though…

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Dumbledore sat in his office. Everything had gone according to plan. The Potter girl - why hadn't he recognised her at the Feast! - was the champion for her school. That would ostracize her from Beauxbatons, her being underage would make everyone else dislike her - except maybe the Diggory boy, but he could be dealt with…. - and then she would be depressed, and wouldn't be in top shape, and would die. Haha! It was brilliant! The girl was half the size of people her age; she'd never hold her own against a dragon of all things! She'd be dead and hated by the end of the first task….

After all, she was a threat. And nobody corrected him, least of all in from of three schools and all of the TriWizard Judges! She just simply had to pay.

And why didn't he recognise the brat until the day after the Welcoming Feast?

*Fades To Black . . . . *

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It was almost morning for Percy and Nico, and almost lunch time for Jude. They had finally rounded up the gods by Iris message. Well, the big three and Mr. D, anyway. They had just told them everything that had happened. Percy didn't really think that he needed to send that letter anymore…

Zeus was obviously boiling with fury, his face was turning red, and his fingers crackled a bit with electricity. They just had to get a hold of him last…

Poseidon was thinking, as he had known longer than the rest, and it was obvious that he was looking for ways out of it for Jude.

Hades was staring and his jaw was clenched, and he was flickering a bit. Percy thought back to the Disney movie, where he had blue flames for hair. It could almost be true…

Mr. D was purple in the face, and looking angrier than Percy had ever seen him. It was times like this that reminded Percy that the man was, indeed, a god, and one with a temper at that.

Jude raised a hand, "Uhm, yeah, I know that two of you - " she glanced furtively at Zeus and Hades, " - Only just found out, but I still need an answer. Can I represent Camp Half Blood? The rules clearly state that each champion needs a school, and it doesn't list a punishment if they don't. For all I know, I could very well drop dead if I don't." She had only found out after she accidentally tried on the Diadem Horcrux when hiding her potions book that Crouch had been Confunded by Dumbledore to put Judida under Salem School as their Champion. Otherwise she could very well have dropped dead. The diadem may have been a Horcrux, but being one yourself helped. Judida hadn't known it at the time, but her Horcrux had been killed by the diadem trying to kill her, and had then died in turn.

Catching Hades' look at the dropping dead comment, Jude added, "Daddy, I am quite comfortable with the dead, I know that you are lord of the dead, this does not mean I wish to BE dead."

Hades rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure that there is no way at all out of this, Jude? Maybe we could ask Hecate…?" Poseidon asked again, his brow crinkled in thought.

Jude shook her head. "No, Dad. None. And I don't know if she could help. The Goblet was made by her, yes, but the enchantments have already set, and how would we explain it to the normal Wizards, dad? I have to compete. For all we know, it could be some… some sort of trap or something, and I refuse to let somebody else get hurt for it."

Poseidon sighed, and Zeus snapped to Hades, "She gets this from you, you know."

Hades rolled his eyes and mouthed what he had said back to him in a typical, seven-years-old mocking fashion. Parents. Were they all like this? This was even worse than when they found out that Jude was a witch, Hecate's descendant, grandchild, actually, after the Magic schools' letters came. Lily Evans, daughter of Hecate. Oh, that definitely caused a riot… "I think… it may just be a good idea." At the other three's looks, Hades continued, "Think about it, we can go to the school and make sure she stays safe this way, and we can find out who did this, and Hecate's decedents need never know."

Dionysus nodded his head slowly, then Zeus gave a short, irritated jerk of his head that (?) indicated a yes, and Poseidon just sighed and waved a hand in his usual 'fine, go ahead, I've been outvoted, anyway' fashion. The IM Zeus disappeared, followed soon after by the Iris Message Poseidon, then Mr. D. Hades looked down his nose at the three demigods, more specifically Nico and Jude.

"If either of you do something completely stupid, mark my words, that idiotic tournament will not be a problem. No dying. I like you alive as well." His Iris Message self disappeared, leaving a faucet that…. Probably should not have been left running all this time, as it was already leaking onto the living room carpet.

Jude raised her eyebrows at Nico. "You know, I think that is the closest he has come to saying 'I love you' since I was seven."

"What did he do when you were seven?"

"Nico, I think that he sent me a box of flowers that he and Persephone picked for me, with a note saying, 'I'm sorry, Jude, I'll stop fighting with my brothers around you as much as I am able. If they start it, though, blame them.' He and Dad and Father had made me cry on my birthday because when they IM'd, they started yelling at each other. The box came the next day, with Hermes. It was also the first time he didn't call me Judida."

Nico nodded. "Oh. Okay. I, uhm, I guess you have to get back now, tell them, the ones at Hogfish or whatever it is, that the owners will be coming by?"

Jude smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess I am. I guess everything can get smoothed out when they get here. I'll write it out and give them a breif on CHB's cover."

"Yeah, well, bye, Jude."

"Bye, Nico. Now go get some blue cookies before Cookie Monster boy eats them all."

Nico grinned. "Yes Ma'am!" and then he dashed out of the bathroom.

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Jude shook her head and unlocked the door as she finished the IM. She cracked open the bathroom door to see if Gabrielle was still up.

"Judie?" came the blonde's lilting Veela voice. "Are 'oo zere? Why were 'oo in ze bazzroom for so long?"

Jude opened the door enough to slide into the room. "Oui, it is me, Gabrielle. And do you honestly wish to know why I took so long in bathroom of all places?"

Jude could just barely see the younger girl's silvery golden blonde hair move like a sheet as Gabrielle nodded vigourously. "Oui. Oui, Oui, Oui! Yes, now tell me, or I weell tell Madame zat 'oo 'ave been up!"

"Using the bathroom, Gabrielle?"

Gabrielle crossed her arms. "Well, 'oo knowz what 'oo could be doeeng een zere."

Jude blinked at that. "You are one perverted little ten year old, you know that?"

Gabrielle cocked her head. "Huh?"

"Never mind," Jude waved it off. "I, ah, had a bad stomach ache and couldn't leave the, er, loo. Happy now?"

Gabrielle wrinkled her small nose. "Eurgh, non. I most ceertainly am not. Zat ees disgusting, Jude! Remind me nevair to azk about your bazzroom problems! Now go to sleep, S'il te plaît."

Jude grinned and rolled her eyes. "Bien sûr, duchesse petite Gabrielle," she snarked to the blonde in French.

"hmmnmn!" Gabby stuck her tongue out and rolled over, huffing loudly, under the puffy duvet, and wrapping the bit she had grabbed closer to her.

Jude rolled her eyes, still smirking, and rolled over in her bed, huggling (Hugging married Snuggling, Huggling is their baby) her pillow closer to her, already planning out the cover story for Camp Half Blood in her mind.

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CAMP HALF-BLOOD, AN OVERVIEW.

Camp Half Blood is a privately funded school and summer camp for Muggleborn and Halfblooded witches and Wizards with specific talents. It is run by it's three main owners, who are talents themselves, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades Ambrosiadis. Their family opened the camp decades ago to help train young talents that might not otherwise be taught. The entire Camp is set in Ancient Greek style, with Cabins for all of the Greek Gods, and following the traditions of Ancient Greece, as was specified would happen by the founders of the school. There is a Cabin for each Greek God, and students with talents associated to that god in Mythology are placed in these cabins.

Students of all talents are welcomed, and of all ages. The youngest Camper on record was four years, five months, and two days when they entered. Not all talents will attend Camp Half Blood, as there IS limited space, and there is an entrance test. Students are trained in hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, the arts, horseback riding, battle techniques, and care of magical creatures, as well as in their specific talent area. They are able to stay during holidays, or year-round.

Students are of both genders, and are treated equally in all circumstances. Feuds are worked out between the students. The delegation from Beauxbatons will include these minorly and majorly talented students:

Thalia Ambrosiadis

Percy Jackson-Ambrosiadis

Katie Gardner

Clarisse La Rue

Austin Brett and Kayla Aaron

Lorelei Zednik

Connor and Travis Stoll

Pollux Winship

Nico Di Angelo-Ambrosiadis

Messrs. Ambrosiadis will be attending the three Tasks, while the Camp Director, Mr. D. Winship, will act as judge for the school.

Cordially,

Chiron, Camp Activities Director.

AN/AR: Well, whatcha think? It's *checks* 4440 words after I wrote *checks* before editing, so it's pretty dang long, I'd think. Longest chapter I've ever written, I believe. Before you say anything aabout Poseidon being too passive; in the books and Mythology, he stays in his ocean and wants the problem to go away. So there. XP. And so what if I'm acting a tiny bit immature? I'm happy.

I'm really excited about the pairing that I have FINALLY settled on. I kind of get a bit weirded out by a lot of pairings, just because I studied the Greek gods' family tree to much in grade seven. The whole DNA not being there from the gods thing really helps me ignore that.

Hope ya liked it,

Mercy. 7 July, 2010, 1:17 PM

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