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~Blast From The Past~

000 Alisa 000

When your a person, at some point in your life, you start to realize that your parents aren't all powerful, they aren't all knowing, and you don't have to listen to them.

When your a demigod, at some point in your life, you realize that one of your parents is really powerful, and that you do have to listen to them (unless you want to get blasted).

I'm sure every one of you knows this feeling. It's indescribable, realizing what you thought for the first half of your life was completely and utterly false.

Well, that's what I felt right now. Except... the feeling was more concentrated.

For the past three years, I've felt angry, resentful, hurt, pained, you get the idea. Then, suddenly, the reason why I felt like that was a complete and utter misunderstanding.

I hear the words, "I found you..." again in my head and I silently whisper, "You did find me... You found me, and saved me from myself..."

For the rest of the day, I was in a dreamy daze. I was slightly more alert by lunch, right before our Defense lessons.

Our Defense lessons started with Physical Defense. I'm pretty sure Annabeth might have recognized me, but Percy was just as Seaweed Brained as the books say he is. (Yes, I know about the books, Eros brought me one once, thought it was funny.)

The Defense classroom turned out to be a two-room class one for "book-lessons" and another for "practical". The rooms were connected to each other to avoid long, boring, and time-wasting trips down halls and corridors.

The book lesson classroom looked like it was based on a normal classroom. Rows and rows of desks and chairs with a huge board at the front. Pushed beside walls were bookshelves and cupboards, most of the bookshelves were containing jars of strange smelling powders and liquids. Some had dead insects or creature parts.

The practical lesson room was just as big as the book lesson room was, only it seemed more spacious. Most of the furniture was placed on the sides, leaving the middle portion free to house any sort of practical lesson.

Right now, the room had a small box containing all the sixth- and seventh-year Gryffindor and Slytherin wands and few leather dummies enchanted to shout things like "Too weak!" or "Deathblow!" or "Easily blocked!" or "Too low!". Things like that. They can also reattach their limbs when they get sliced off accidentally (Percy).

Also right now, Annabeth was teaching us how to incapacitate, disorient and (Emergencies only.) knock out a full-grown adult Muggle or Squib.

"Okay," Annabeth said in an intellectual (not unlike Hermione's usual) tone, "Now, if you don't want to kill someone a Neck Blow's probably not the right choice. But it's pretty easy to target, you just need the right force and angle..."

"Hey, Professor Know-It-All," drawled out an annoyingly snobbish voice, "Speak English."

Annabeth whirled around and had the drawling boy in a headlock before he could yelp. "I am speaking English, half-wit." Annabeth threatens, "Maybe you should learn it."

She released him and walked lazily to Percy who smirked at her. "Oh, and... Malfoy, is it?" Annabeth said, her back turned to us, "If you try and twist what just happened, I can easily say that I was demonstrating how to deal with idiotically noisy people who somehow became seventh-years without knowing basic English."

Beside me, Ginny shook her head muttering, "Malfoy...", Harry had a mask of indifference, though the corner of his mouth twitched and Ron was openly grinning at "Malfoy".

Nothing particularly strange or exiting happened after that, except that I felt a small bit of Darkness somewhere between my Potions class with Hufflepuff's sixth-years and Charms class with Slytherin's sixth-years.

I've been avoiding Nico all day, which was pretty easy. Except for Defense, where me and him are in the same class, but Ginny and the others provided a decent enough wall between me and him.

It was already after dinner and I told Ginny I'd just walk around for an hour or two before going back to the common room.

I was halfway down to the library when a girl, about my age, ran straight into me. She had long hair that reached two-thirds down her waist and a thin slightly familiar face. Her robes had her House Crest on it, which is how I knew she was a Ravenclaw sixth-year.

As she reached down to help me up, her eyes widened, "Um.. h-hello..."

Her voice was strangely familiar too, I was racking my brains for why when she bit her lip. That little habit revealed her identity to me.

"Jiana?" I whisper, disbelieving.

Her eyes widen again, before her eyebrows knit themselves together and her mouth turns into a frown. She glared at me for a minute before running away towards the Ravenclaw Tower.

I walk, dazed, to the Gryffindor common room, just muttering "Phoenix feathers" before lumbering up the stairs (tripping once or twice) and landing on my bed with a thud.

Ginny raised her eyebrows at me, saying, "You okay there?" a muffled, "Mmm-hmm" answers her before she went back to being absorbed in whatever she was reading.

I lay like that for hours thinking over and over again, "Nico's not evil..." and "That was Jiana."

Oh. My. Gods. Jiana's a witch.

A/N: I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I feel like I'm going too fast... and too slow at the same time. On one hand, I haven't even introduced the "Villain" on the other hand, all these events are happening chapter after chapter. Sigh. Oh well, review and stuff ~Nyx