This chapter kicks off with the arrival of Beauxbatons and, well, you'll see from there... Enjoy!

Harry

It was a cold, clear evening, dusk was falling, and a wisp of cloud wound lazily around the moon. Harry's breath shimmered in the air around him, as he whispered, "How do you think they're coming?"

Ron shrugged, adjusting his Gryffindor scarf to cover every inch of exposed skin. Percy wrapped his arm around a shivering Annabeth, though whether she was shaking with anticipation or cold, Harry couldn't tell. The whole courtyard seemed to hold its breath as seconds stretched into minutes, which felt like years…

"There!" A voice Harry recognized as Lee Jordan's screamed, "Look at the sky!"

Surging forward all at once, the Hogwarts students raced down the frost-spangled lawn to get a better look. Hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, blocking out the stars and growing larger all the time was…

"A dragon!"

"No, it's a house! A flying house!"

The tense silence was broken, punctured by screams of excitement and fear.

Skimming over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, the shape careered towards the lawn. As it drew ever closer, the light from the teachers' wands hit it, revealing a gigantic, powder-blue carriage, pulled by a dozen winged palominos, all the size of small elephants. Glinting in the candlelight flickering through the castle's many windows, a coat of arms; two crossed wands, trailing glittering golden stars, painted above the carriage's enormous door.

Students hurried back, pushing and shoving, as the door flew open and out scrambled a blue-robed boy, quickly unfolding a set of shining silver steps that seemed far to flimsy to support the foot that stepped out. The size of a child's sled, the massive shoe was quickly followed by the largest woman Harry had ever seen.

Dressed from head to toe in black satin, her handsome, olive-skinned face loomed far above the students' heads. Harry had only ever seen one other person this size and that was Hagrid but perhaps due to the woman's luxurious attire, she seemed even more imposing than their giant friend.

"Dumbly-dorr, good to see you! I 'ope I find you well?"

"On excellent form, thank you Madame Maxime. Welcome to Hogwarts! You are the first to arrive but I'm sure the Durmstrang students will be here soon!"

Hermione scowled as a tall, willowy figure swept past them, removing her muffler. Stumbling, Harry gasped; She was, quite literally, stunning. Impossibly beautiful, her silvery blonde hair fanned out behind her, her eyes glittered coldly, icy blue.

"She's a Veela!" Ron croaked, goggling at the girl's back, "She has to be!"

"Don't be silly, Ron!" Hermione hissed but she seemed uncertain.

"What's a Veela?" Percy asked, curious, seemingly unaffected by the girl.

They waited outside for almost an hour, stamping their frozen feet and shivering, particularly the Beauxbatons students in their thin, gossamer robes. At last, Dumbledore announced that they would have to start the feast without the Durmstrang students, who would surely arrive eventually. The disappointment did little to dampen the air of excitement at the Beauxbatons arrival and the boys, especially, seemed content to sit and stare at Fleur Delacour, the beautiful girl whose name they had now learnt.

Professor Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen when the feast began, and neither were the demigods…

Percy

"Where'd you go?" Hermione asked, as the Gryffindor demigods took their usual seats next to the three friends.

Percy shrugged awkwardly, "You'll see."

His mind was reeling. Dumbledore had explained the Triwizard Tournament and, from the sounds of it, this quest was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

"Attention, students!" The headmaster raised his arms for silence, smiling, unperturbed, at his audience, "First, welcome to the students from Beauxbatons and their lovely headmistress, Madame Maxine!"

The Hall erupted into cheering, with several wolf whistles in Fleur's direction.

"Unfortunately," Dumbledore continued, "Professor Karkaroff of Durmstrang has just informed me that his school will not be participating in this year's Triwizard Tournament,"

This was accompanied by gasps and groans of disappointment, all around. At the teachers' table, a wizard Dumbledore had explained to be Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports at the Ministry of Magic, fell off his chair, looking flustered. Percy just winced, knowing what was coming next.

"Fortunately, I have found some equally capable willing candidates," Willing? Percy thought. "The demigods of Camp Half-Blood!"

To say that chaos ensued was an understatement. The Hogwarts students protested loudly, apparently annoyed that their secret weapons were competing under a different name. The Ministry officials looked as thought they might faint and the Beauxbatons students cried out in confusion.

"Demigods?"

"What eez zis?"

"Quiet!" Dumbledore roared, over the chatter, "All will be explained soon enough, but first, you must all be starving. Let the feast begin!"

"Did you know about this?" Ron demanded, pointing his fork accusingly at the demigods.

"We were told just now," Annabeth explained, scraping her roast beef into the nearest brazier, "This other school – Durmstrang – dropped out last minute."

Hermione frowned, "That's really last minute. It's strange."

"Dumbledore thinks so too," Will said, "He told us to stay on high-alert."

"Great," Harry moaned, "Just what we need – more danger."

Percy opened his mouth to retort that he'd been dealing with danger for years when Dumbledore began again.

"The moment has finally come," he beamed at the sea of upturned faces, "for the Triwizard Tournament to start. Before we bring in the casket, I would like to explain a few things…"

Annabeth leant across the table, brow furrowed. "What casket?" she whispered to Hermione, who shrugged in response, looking equally mystified.

"… Clarifying the procedure that we will be following, this year. Firstly, let me introduce Mr Bartemius Crouch, Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, who will both be joining myself and Madame Maxine on the panel which will judge the champions' efforts."

There was a smattering of polite applause, but most of the students froze in anticipation at the mention of the champions, lost in daydreams of fame and glory. Noticing their sudden stillness, Dumbledore smiled, "The champions will take place in three tasks, spread out over the school year, measuring their magical prowess, their daring, their powers of deduction and, of course, their ability to cope with danger."

At this last word, the hall became so still that nobody seemed to be breathing. Annabeth nudged him, smirking, and Percy grinned – like most demigods, he had his own methods of coping with danger. And he was very practiced.

"As you know," Dumbledore continued, calmly, "Three champions, one from each school, will compete in the tournament. They will be marked on their performance and the champion with the highest score at the end of the three tasks will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be selected by an impartial judge… The Goblet of Fire."

At a wave of Dumbledore's hand, an ancient, jewel-encrusted chest appeared on the table before him. Students craned their necks and first-years stood on their seats to get a better look, as he drew back the lid of the casket. Creaking slowly open, Dumbledore reached a wrinkled hand into the dusty depths and withdrew… a cup. A roughly hewn, wooden cup, spewing brilliant blue-white flames. Hushed whispers exchanged between students grew in intensity, as the Hogwarts headmaster held the cup aloft.

"Anyone wishing to submit themselves to be champion must simply drop a piece of parchment bearing their name and school into the Goblet. Tomorrow night, Halloween, the Goblet will return the names of the three it has judged most worthy to represent their school. I will be drawing an age line around the Goblet to ensure that no student under the age of seventeen is tempted to enter. Good luck and goodnight to you all!"

The next morning...

Annabeth

Annabeth winced as Hermione slammed the morning's headlines down in front of her.

Hogwarts Gone to Hell – The Ramblings of a Wizard Past His Prime, by Rita Skeeter

"Have you seen this?" the witch asked, anxiously.

Of course, she'd seen it, it was everywhere. News of the Greek world's existence was no longer contained to just the school and it was beginning to feel like more than Annabeth could handle. The Beauxbatons students barely numbered to twenty, yet she felt like she could feel the eyes of the entire wizarding community on her.

"It's okay, Hermione," Percy assured her, squeezing Annabeth's hand, "We can handle it. We've dealt with worse."

Annabeth wasn't sure; Greek monsters were nothing compared to a wizarding paparazzi.

"You're drowning your pancakes," Nico pointed out, nodding at Percy's plate, overflowing with syrup.

"Hey, I can't drown, and neither can my pancakes!"

Normally, breakfast at Hogwarts, especially on a Saturday, was filled with the quiet murmurs of sleepy students but today, the Hall was on fire with the latest gossip. The arrival of the Beauxbatons' students, the start of the Triwizard Tournament and the sudden leak of the demigods' story had everyone buzzing.

"Has anyone entered yet?" she asked, interested.

"Some of the Beauxbatons lot, that Delacour girl did," Ron sighed wistfully, "Your friends – the Slytherins, Damien and Sherman – but no one from Hogwarts yet. What about you guys? Are you thinking of entering?"

Percy nodded, "Dumbledore wants us to."

"Wish I could enter," Ron said, fervently, "A thousand galleons! Imagine!"

Annabeth nodded, though she didn't think galleons would be useful in New Rome... If she and Percy ever made it.

Harry

At they wandered back to the common room, they heard a shout from behind them, "Hey, you! Potter!"

"A friend of yours?" Nico raised an eyebrow.

"Not quite," Harry muttered, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Your friends are in the paper," Malfoy brandished a copy of the Daily Prophet, grinning.

"We know," Hermione sighed, ushering her friends onwards. She cast Harry a pleading look, leave it.

He watched Percy's jaw clench as Malfoy pushed past Annabeth to thrust the paper in Harry's face.

"Guess you think you've found some friends, don't you?" he sneered, "A bunch of parentless freaks like yourself? Oh wait, their parent are gods and yours are DEAD!"

"Harry don't!" Hermione shrieked, grabbing his robes.

"Keep your fat mouth shut, Malfoy," said Harry, turning away.

BANG!

Several people screamed. Harry felt something white-hot graze the side of his face and reached for his wand, but it was missing.

"Percy!"

Harry spun around. Percy had collapsed on the floor clutching Harry's wand while Malfoy had been thrown against the wall fifty feet away, an almost impossible distance for a silent spell.

But Percy was a demigod. He couldn't do magic.

"Percy!" Annabeth gaped, "How-how did you-?"

Percy was staring at Harry's wand in his hand, baffled. After a long moment, he looked up at him, forcing a smile. "Sorry." He said, simply, returning the wand.

"You alright, Potter?" Harry turned to find himself face-to-face with Professor Moody, his brilliant, unblinking blue eye boring straight into his.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Must've missed."

"And you, Jackson? You're quick on your feet, I like that."

"Yeah. Yeah, I should go. I'm not hungry anymore." He wandered away, looking dazed.

"Percy not hungry?" Will joked, though he sounded uncertain. Without saying anything, the demigods hurried after their friend, leaving Harry, Ron and Hermione shell-shocked.

Unknown POV

"This boy… how old did you say he was?"

"Seventeen, my lord. Dumbledore has revealed the wizarding world's true origins. He is one of the demigods from Camp Half-Blood."

"And you're sure about him?"

"He's something different, my lord. A son of Poseidon, yet a wizard, most certainly. It's most… peculiar."

"Keep an eye on him. I shall want to meet him, eventually. Now, about this tournament…"

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed, please review/PM me with opinions/suggestions. I'm trying to mix some fluff in with the overarching storyline but I'm not sure so let me know what you think. Have a great day!

PS Geni Blaze, thanks for your review! I am so glad you're enjoying the story (sorry for the late reply but the first 3 chapters were prewritten) Let me know what you think as the story goes on :D