People, there will be no reviewer responds today. Reason: YOUTUBE CONFIRMED! You guys finally get to see what I look like! And India, you get to here the accent! My youtube name is StormHuntress24.

So with that out of the way, read on!

HAZEL POV

I don't think Harry really supported the idea of a DADA group. In fact, he seemed really reluctant. It was finally decided that the people interested would meet up with us at the Hog's Head, a dingy little pub outside of Hogsmede. What is with these people and hogs? Are they all related to Mars/Ares?

"Come on you guys! Stop lagging behind! Everyone will be here soon." Hermione called to us, farther up the path. Harry grumbled something under his breath.

We all finally made it to the pub, slowed down a little by the boys who decided to renact Frozen, again. It took us twenty minutes to get them to stop.

"Ugh. This place smells like my apartment when Gabe lived there." Percy grumbled. I looked at him questioningly, but he didn't notice. Or he ignored my look. I wonder what would make him do that? I would ask him about it later.

It took people a while to show up. When everyone finally did, Hermione got the ball rolling.

"Well, um, hi. You all know why we are here. We, ah, we need a proper teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts." After every sentence, her voice became stronger. "I believe that Harry and the demigods could teach us. They have-"

"They have what? Earned a few scars and called themselves heroes?" A rude boy by the name of Zacharias Smith said. I was prickling in anger. But before I could call forth an angry cussing horse, Hermione continued.

"No. Tell me, how did Harry earn his scar?" When Smith didn't answer, she took this as a sign to continue. "And how did the demigods?" When he didn't answer yet again, Hermione just looked smug. "Exactly. They have all done things that deserve recognition. Their scars are a sign of battle. Your scars may be the sign of a wanding mishap."

Zacharias was turning red with anger. "Well then, I don't suppose Potter could tell us a little more about how Diggory was killed then? Or the freaks about saving the world?" His words were dripping with sarcasm. I turned and saw Percy glaring his famous You're dead meat glare, Jason struggleing not to jump up and pound the punk, and Leo was trying not to set himself on fire. It was Harry that reacted, though.

"Look, I'm not about to discuss someone's death. I have already said what happened, and if you don't believe me, you can leave!" He glared at everyone gathered in the room. Finally, Annabeth's sister, Luna, broke the silence.

"Is it true, Harry, that you can produce a fully formed patronus?" Harry nodded. Then she turned to us. "And is it true that all of you haved saved the world more times than you can count?" We all nodded.

"So, he's really back?" Dennis Creevy, a second year who has followed us around since day one, asked Harry, eyes wide. Harry nodded, looking at his lap.

"Yes," Hermione said again, "It is true. And we need to know how to protect ourselves. Anyone who wants to join, come sign this peice of paper."

We were on our way back from the pub, discussing a place to have our meetings.

"Wait, why does this have to be secret? It isn't illegal, is it?" Ron asked Hermione, nervous. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course not Ron! I just don't think we should be advertising the fact that there is a DADA group while Umbridge is in charge of pretty much everything."

"Hey, If it has to be secret, why don't we use the third floor on the right? No one ever goes over there!" Percy suggested. I looked at him, kind of shocked. As did everyone else.

"Percy, you said something smart. Like, really smart. Were there any contaminated mushrooms in my breakfast?" Jason said, feighning a look of suprise. Percy rolled hs eyes. "You know, I can be smart when I want to!"

"As great of an idea that is, we can't. There is a giant, three headed dog by the name of Fluffy living down there." Harry said, grim-faced. Nico looked shocked. "Why is Cerbeus here? I thought he was in the Underworld!" Reyna hit him on the head. "Idiot! Cerbeus is guarding the Underworld, this is just another three headed dog!" She said, exhasperated. Nico grinned sheepishly. "I knew that."

"Anyway, this isn't helping us find a place to practice!" Hermione said, flushing in anger. Fred and George rolled their eyes. "Hermione, we will all try to come up with something on our own time, happy?" The twins said in unison.

PERCY POV

That night, I had a horrible dream.

These people in cloaks were running around, working on some project. I tried to get a better veiw, but my feet were planted into the ground.

"My Lord. It is almost ready." A voice said right beside my ear. I whirled around, trying to get a glimpse of the speaker.

"Perfect. Those little demigods will fall right into my plan. Our mistress will be very happy indeed." A cold, high voice spoke this time, filling me with apprehension. I finally managed to see the two people talking. One was short, with watery, beady eyes and a seemingly bald head. He looked a lot like Gabe, except for the fact I don't think he ever tortured kids for fun.

The other man was paler than Nico, and that was saying something. He had red eyes with slits for pupils. His wand was as white as bone.

Voldemort. Only person it could be. Although person didn't really describe him. He looked more like a person from the capitol in the Hunger Games. Ugh. those people gave me the creeps.

Anyway, bad ADHD mind, back to focusing on the dream. Voldemort was speaking again.

"Has there been any word of Potter recently?" Aw crap. This meant we had to actually work. Way to go, Moldy.

"I'm afraid not my Lord. He has been closely watched by the half-breeds. I think it might be time to use our influence over the ministry to get them handed over to us." Voldemort nodded, then turned to the people working and I finally got a clear veiw. It was a cage.

Yeah, um, not very happy with this, but oh well! Writing will get better! Now, yours in demigodishness and all that. BOOOOOM!(shakalaka(