Send in the Demigods chapter 4 (the real one)

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Percy POV:

The classes passed quickly, and in every class, people began to get suspicious regarding where I had come from (Well, I had simply popped up after class had already started). I looked down at my schedule.

Oh crud.

Flying? Seriously?

I can't do that!

Zeus will fry my butt off!

I thought about ditching this "Quidditch" class until I see the "Golden Trio" (everyone seems to call them that. Apparently, they like to get themselves into life or death situations. Sound familiar?) glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes as they murmured between themselves. They were slouching on the wall coolly, almost as if they were part of a gang. They didn't trust me. I could feel it. I watched as the redhead (I hear he's quite stupid) came over to me.

"Hey, are you coming to Quidditch class?"

"Uh, yeah?" I said nervously. What else could I say without making them even more suspicious?

"Cool. I'm Ron Weasley. So, where are you from?" He said, sticking out his hand to shake mine. I saw the bushy haired girl (Hermione?) rolling her eyes.

"My name's Percy. I'm from New York over in the U.S."

"Wow. I've heard that place was bloody cool!" He said, his face stretching into a large smile.

Bushy hair facepalmed.

"Well, we have to go. See you later."

"Wait- don't take this personally, but are you in a gang or something?" I asked half-jokingly.

Bushy hair and Harry exchanged amused glances. Ron answered, "as far as you're concerned." And with that, the group left.

- later-

"WOAH! HOW THE HECK DO I WORK THIS THING!" I screamed, holding onto the bucking broomstick with all my might so as it wouldn't resume whacking me in the butt like pissed off old lady (don't ask).

Roughly half the class was barely controlling their laughter as they watched me. The other half was still trying to get their brooms to respond to them or still trying to make sense of breakfast.

Bushy hair, glasses, and redhead (sure, I know their names, but I still like to call them that) observed me like I was a joke. The one girl in their group seemed to be muttering incantations underneath her breath, but she didn't seem to be egging the broom on- in fact, she looked like she was trying to slow the broom down. However, it continued to assault me.

When I was finally able to mount the broom (bushy hair's counter jinxes seemed to be working slightly), I was shot up into the air (and I didn't scream like a little girl- no, siree). The broom got higher and higher until it twisted itself underneath my hands and shot out from under me. I fell sixty feet to the ground.

It was chaos down there. People ran around screaming "he's going to die!" And some just ran in circles, trying to work out why people had started screaming in the first place.

I landed unharmed.

The screaming stopped. Everyone stared as I rose from my position in the indent that I had just created in the ground.

"Oh, my," Madame Hooch said, "you should… oh my."

Oh shoot.

"Hermione, take this young man to the hospital wing."

"Yes, professor." Hermione grabbed my arm and started to lead the way.

We were about five minutes down the hall when I was suddenly pinned against the wall, a wand held at my throat. "How did you do that?" Hermione hissed.

"Do what?" I breathed, pretending like falling sixty feet without getting harmed was nothing.

I was shoved harder against the wall. "You know what," Hermione said through her teeth.

"I was lucky," I heaved. Hey, even if I do have the Achilles' curse, my breath can still be knocked out of me.

"BS," she hissed. She was surprisingly strong, most likely the result of a spell.

"Well, I would really like for you to let me go, and if not, I can take you."

I pretended that the punch that the girl delivered to my jaw after I had said that hurt. Of course, it didn't, but if I didn't have the Achilles' curse, then I would have probably have to go to the ER.

"Okay. How about we talk this out?"

"How about you spill your secrets? I am very much capable of killing you." I could tell that she was bluffing- Hermione wasn't evil, but I knew she wouldn't hesitate to (try to) hurt me.

"Wow, harsh."

"I'm just getting started."

"Have you done this before?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Yeah, several times. Why?"

"You're good."

"Thanks," she said dryly.

She let me go, but before I could react, she had given me a good dropkick to my stomach. I felt slightly winded. She glared at me, and walked away.

Wtf is wrong with her? I had never been dropkicked before. And by an untrained schoolgirl, no less.

It was humiliating.

Harry POV:

"You dropkicked him?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it that," Hermione said hesitantly. "And," she stopped.

"And what?" Ron said slowly.

"I have to join a circle and talk about anger management problems with Madame Pomfrey and all the juvenile delinquents the school has to offer.

"What?" I asked, barely containing my laughter. It was about time one of the teachers got tired of Hermione's behavior. "Shut up," Hermione said coolly. "I'll get out of it."

Ron looked at her blankly, and then said, "Oh my god, it's about time that this school took precautions for the potential serial killers."

"Ron, you suck," Hermione said flatly.

"I'm going to get my invisibility cloak and go spy on him." I stated.

"Okay," Ron and Hermione said in unison, and then continued their bickering.

I sighed and began to walk down the hall, quickly making sure that no one else was around before pulling on my invisibility cloak- I could not let anyone else know about my possession of this item.

I turned left onto the hospital corridor- thankfully, the door was open. I snuck into the large infirmary- wow, this cloak was getting small on me.

I inhaled sharply as I whacked my side on the end of the table. I saw Percy's eyes widen from my place near his bed- he was at full alert now.

"Who's there?" Percy called. His hand twitched toward his back pocket. "Annabeth? Είναι -ότι εσείς; Έχω τόσα πολλά να σας πω. Έτσι, θαμνώδης κεφάλι είναι μια ψυχο, και το σχολείο φαίνεται να έχει μια συμμορία. Εννοώ, πραγματικά." What language was that?

"Annabeth?" Who was Annabeth? Suddenly, Percy lunged forward. I tried to run away, but he was faster.

Percy POV:

I reached out towards where I expected the intruder to be. My hands touched a cloth. I yanked the velvety fabric off of the intruder's face, bringing Riptide out to meet his neck. I looked into my victim's eyes with possible killer intentions.

The eyes were green.

I was looking into the eyes of Harry Potter.

Greek translation (we used Google Translate):

"Is that you? I have so much to say. So, bushy head is a psycho, and the school seems to have a gang. I mean, really. "

Author's Note: Hi everyone! This chapter was mostly written by me, Duck 2. I hope you liked it! Duck 1 and I were talking about Hermione's sudden outburst. I think that it's in character, but Duck 1 thinks it's OOC. Tell us what you think in the comments. Also, I am pleased to announce that our story has almost 4,000 hits already! Thanks for clicking on our story, guys! Please continue reviewing and adding our story to your faves! We appreciate it so much. Also, Hermione's OOCness will be explained later.

-Duck 2

Hi, guys! It's Duck 1! I edited Duck 2's chapter so the characters wouldn't be too OOC. I wanted to say, thank you guys so much for your reviews! We're really sorry for the long wait, but Duck 2's computer had major technical difficulties. Thanks for being patient!

-Duck 1

Random story of the day:

Eating a spoonful of cinnamon hurts. I'm done.

-Duck 2

Random story of the day #2:

My lab partner and I, Duck 2, were doing a lab experiment that involved a lit candle and water. I, not watching, knocked a beaker filled with water and the candle in it everywhere.

The candle didn't go out.

Instead, it rolled over to the windowsill and continued to stay ablaze.

"OH MY GOD!"

My lab partner seems to be in a daze, and I'm going to wet myself.

And, after about five seconds of franticness, I blow the candle out.

The only thing I can say is, "Cr*p!"

My lab partner was looking at me like, 'yearbook moment!' Our teacher didn't see any of it.

-Duck 2

And that is the end of our Godzilla of an author's note.