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Reyna

Reyna had never met someone she hated more than Octavian. But well, now that Octavian the Teddy-Bear Killer was dead, someone had to take his place. And that someone was Draco Malfoy. She'd spotted a notice that Gryffindor and Slytherin would start Flying Lessons together on Thursday. With an inward groan, she remembered she was in Ravenclaw. She had no choice but to see Dumbledore.

Soon she was standing in his office, with Professor McGonagall standing guard behind her.

"This is a matter only for your ears, Headmaster," Reyna addressed Dumbledore politely. Dumbledore nodded, and ushered McGonagall out. She left with a disgruntled expression on her face.

"What is it, Miss Avila Ramirez-Arellano?" asked Dumbledore kindly.

"You know my middle name?" asked Reyna in surprise.

"I know almost everything about my students," answered Dumbledore.

"Okay," Reyna said. "I need to be in flying lessons with the Gryffindors."

"Why?" inquired Dumbledore.

"I was sent here with nine others to protect a group of wizards and witches," responded Reyna.

"Which wizards and witches?" asked Dumbledore, the twinkle in his eyes growing.

"Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," answered Reyna. "So far we have met Neville, Ron, Hermione, and Harry."

"Who are the others with you?" asked Dumbledore again.

"Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Calypso Titan, Leo Valdez, Hazel and Nico Flamenco, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, and me," said Reyna. "We were sent by Lady Hestia and Chiron."

"Chiron?" asked Dumbledore, his forehead creasing. "Hestia? Who are you, children? More, what are you?"

"We are demigods," said Reyna.

"Well," said Dumbledore. "It has been a long time since I have seen one of your kind. But how do you know about Luna and Ginny? They don't even go to school here yet." Reyna cringed.

"We're from eight years in the future," she answered. "Chiron told us. Also," she added. "In reality, Nico and Hazel are fifteen, and not blood siblings. Hazel is African American and a daughter of Pluto. Nico is Italian and a son of Hades. The rest of us are sixteen." She paused. "Except for Calypso. In reality, she's 3000 years old. She's a titaness, the daughter of Atlas."

"That explains her last name," Dumbledore muttered, then looked back up. "Who are your godly parents?"

"I am a daughter of Bellona," said Reyna. "You are looking at the Praetor of New Rome. Percy is a son of Poseidon, Annabeth a daughter of Athena, Leo a son of Hephaestus, Piper a daughter of Aphrodite, Jason a son of Jupiter, and Frank a son of Mars."

"Very well," said Dumbledore. "You will go with the Gryffindors for the Flying Class."

"Thank you," said Reyna. "And good bye." She turned around at the doorway. "And Headmaster?"

"Yes?"

"Please do not tell anyone that we are demigods. Not even Hagrid."

"All right, Reyna."

At three-thirty on Thursday, Reyna joined Nico to march down the sloping lawns towards a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the Forbidden Forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. She stood next to Nico, by an old broom.

The teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. Her hair was short and gray, and her hawk eyes were yellow. "What are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Hurry up!"

Reyna took a look at her shabby broomstick and immediately thought of splinters. Luckily she had her Praetor's cloak on under her Hogwarts Robes. The cloak was still infused with both Bellona's and Athena's magic. She hopefully wouldn't get hurt.

"Stick your right hand over the broom," said Madam Hooch, looking over them with a critical eye. "And say 'Up!'"

"UP!" came a yell from everyone.

Reyna's broom jumped into her hand, and she cringed as the dirty wooden stick put splinters into her palm. She saw that Percy's broom had just stayed there, while Frank's broom rolled over and was twitching. Calypso's broom had floated gracefully into her hand, but Leo's had shot straight up and bonked him on the head before coming to a rest in his hand. Jason's had gone straight into his hand, but Piper's was just shaking, slightly. Hazel's was sitting on the grass, and Nico's had rolled away from him.

"Whatever," said Nico ruefully. "I liked shadow-travel better anyway."

"Shadow-traveling almost killed you," snapped Reyna. She turned away and watched the wizards.

Harry's broom was in his hand already, but Hermione's had just rolled over twice, and Neville's was just lying there. Reyna rolled her eyes. Neville was clearly afraid of a broom.

Madam Hooch then went around, showing everyone how to mount their brooms.

"You've been doing it wrong for years, boy," Madam Hooch told Malfoy. Reyna's grin of satisfaction turned into a grimace as splinters poked inside her thighs.

"Ow," she muttered.

"I really don't think going into Zeus' domain is a good idea," said Percy, looking green.

"Agreed," muttered Nico, gripping the handle of his broom tightly.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forwards slightly. On my whistle...one...two-"

A yelp made Reyna lean around the group. Neville was spiraling upwards, going forty feet above the ground. Reyna sprang into butt-kicking action-movie Praetor-mode. Kicking off the ground, she flew under him, just as a white-faced Neville gasped and slid sideways off his broom-

Landing on Reyna's broom. The Gryffindors and Madam Hooch yelled encouragement. Neville's broomstick drifted towards the Forbidden Forest. At twenty feet above the ground, Neville yelped and slid off her broom backwards, landing with CRACK in a heap on the grass.

Madam Hooch bent over him, white-faced and tight-lipped. "Broken wrist," she murmured and turned to Reyna. "You there, good job," she said. "You saved his hide. Had he fallen down from that height, he would've been killed."

She turned to the Class, as Reyna felt unwanted pride in her chest.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the Hospital Wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear." Madam Hooch put her arm around Neville, who, clutching his wrist, hobbled away, tears streaking his face.

Malfoy burst into laughter as soon as they were gone. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" The other Slytherins, not counting Nico and Hazel, joined in with their scathing laughter.

"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Piper. Malfoy's face went blank, but he shook off her charmspeak, looking dazed. Reyna supposed her charmspeak wasn't nearly as powerful as when she was sixteen.

"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl who had rat's nest brown hair, beady black eyes, a hard face and a set jaw. Her face was pudgy, and she had a huge bulk. She was as mean as she was ugly. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry-babies, McLean."

"Look!" said Malfoy, leaning forward and picking something up from the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him."

A glass ball glittered in the sun. Reyna remembered it was a Remembrall. The thing had caused quite a commotion at the Gryffindor table that breakfast.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said a quiet but strong voice. Reyna saw Harry step up to face Malfoy, broom in hand, and she quickly joined him, lifting her chin up. But Malfoy just smiled nastily.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find-how about...up a tree?"

"Give it here!" yelled Reyna, next to Harry. The wind picked up, making her hair ripple behind her, though she had a short bob. Malfoy jumped onto his broomstick and took off. Hovering at the top of an oak tree, his eyes glinted maliciously.

"Come and get it, Gryffinbores," he yelled.

Seriously? Reyna thought. That's the best insult he could come up with?

"I'm a Ravenclaw!" she yelled. "That only applies to Potter!"

"Get it, Ravenloser!" yelled Malfoy, a nasty grin on his face.

Blood rushed into Reyna's cheeks, and anger rose up. She grabbed her broom, like Harry, ignoring Hermione's cries.

"I'll show you loser," she growled. "Idiot."

Both of them rose up into the air, blood pounding in Reyna's ears. She and Harry soared towards Malfoy, enjoying the wind in her hair, the feeling of pride. She had done this before on the Legion's eagles-it was easier to do on a broom.

Malfoy looked stunned.

"Give it here!" Harry called. "Or I'll knock you off that broom!"

"Oh yeah?" sneered Malfoy, tearing off a huge oak branch and throwing it at them. Reyna didn't feel panicked. She caught the branch and threw it through a small open space between two branches. The branch swept through perfectly, falling with a THUD! on the other side of the tree. Now Malfoy looked worried.

Harry shot towards Malfoy like a javelin in Camp Jupiter's war games.

"No Crabbe and Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy," yelled Reyna, triumph rushing through her.

"Oh yeah?" yelled Malfoy, though the same thought seemed to have occurred to him. "Like you know how to defend yourself! I bet you haven't faced anything worse than a spider!"

Reyna growled and shot towards him, like a cork out of a bottle. Cornering him against the tree, she flew forwards, incredibly slowly. "I have seen things you can't even begin to imagine," she breathed in his ear. "Do not underestimate me. I will end your miserable little existence on this planet." She then turned around and flew back to where Harry was.

Malfoy's face was green, but he held up the Remembrall. "Catch it if you can!" he shouted and threw it up into the air. Reyna streaked forward and caught it, but Mallfoy was already speeding behind her, so she tossed it high into the sky, towards Harry.

Harry shot towards the ground and caught the glass ball a foot away from the ground. He pulled up and landed on the ground. Reyna followed him and landed next to him.

"HARRY POTTER! REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ-ARELLANO!"

Reyna whipped around faster than you could say "Tartarus". Professor McGonagall was running towards them. She braced herself for the impact of being scolded mercilessly.

"Never-in all my time at Hogwarts-"

McGonagall was speechless with shock. Her glasses reflected the fury in her eyes. "-how dare you-might have broken your necks-"

"It wasn't their fault, Professor-"

"Quiet, Mr. Flamenco-"

"But Malfoy-"

"That's enough Miss Flamenco. You two, follow me now."

Reyna followed McGonagall swiftly, holding her head high, ignoring the bubbling pot of fury simmering in her stomach at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's triumphant sneering faces as she and Harry left.

Inside the school, McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She went in.

"Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood and Davies for a moment?"

Wood and Davies? thought Reyna skeptically. Is that a name for some punishing device? Like a "Wood and Davies" whip or something?

Wood and Davies turned out to be people.

Wood was a burly fifth-year boy, and Davies was a slim fifth-year boy, both of who came out confused.

"Follow me," said Professor McGonagall and they marched up the corridor, the boys peering curiously at the two first-years.

"What are you looking at?" asked Reyna coldly. "Do I look like a wimp to you?"

"In here," Professor McGonagall said, pointing them into an empty classroom. At least, appeared to be empty. Peeves was writing rude words on the blackboard with white chalk. Reyna wished that Nico was there, then reprimanded herself for thinking that.

You learned your mistake with Jason and Percy, Reyna scolded herself. Don't fall for someone again. I mean, it's not like I like him or anything.

"Out, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall barked and Peeves flew out. McGonagall slammed the door shut and faced the four.

"What are you going to do with us?" asked Reyna straight out.

"Nothing," said McGonagall, sighing. "Reyna, this is Roger Davies. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I've found you a Seeker. Davies, I've found you a Chaser."

Both fifth-year's expressions changed from confusion to delight.

"Really?" asked Davies, looking incredulous.

"Absolutely," responded Professor McGonagall. "She's incredible. Caught a two-foot wide and four-foot long oak branch in her bare hands and threw it through a two-and-a-half-foot wide branch space."

"Was my first time on a broom, too," added Reyna, forcing her face to stay emotionless and her pride to die away.

"Wow," breathed Davies. He looked her over critically. "Right form for a Chaser, too. Lean and strong, muscled arms, I can see that she's very willful and proud. She's perfect. She needs a good broom, too."

"We will talk that over, later," said McGonagall, turning to Harry. Davies threw Reyna an excited look. Reyna kept her face emotionless. "Now. Wood, meet Harry Potter, your new Seeker."

"You serious?" asked Wood.

"Yes," said McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broom, Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"He caught a Remembrall in his hand after a fifty-foot dive," McGonagall told Wood. "Didn't even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldn't have done it."

Wood was looking as if his dreams were coming true.

"Can I go now?" asked Reyna.

"Yes," said McGonagall. "Go to your dorm." Reyna dipped her head and left the room, her footsteps echoing in the silent corriders.

"I'm so happy for you!"

It was dinnertime. Reyna was done with telling Annabeth what had happened.

"Well," said Reyna, rolling her eyes. "It wasn't like I asked or anything."

"True," conceded Annabeth. "But you have to be proud."

"Don't tell anyone," said Reyna.

"Promise," grinned Annabeth with a thumbs up.

Cho Chang, Ravenclaw Seeker, and Grant Page, Ravenclaw Keeper, hurried over. "Good job," said Cho, giving Reyna a thumbs up.

"Good luck," said Grant, and the two sat down at the other end of the table. Reyna kept her face expressionless.

Malfoy appeared, apparently having leered at Harry. "Going back to your Camp tomorrow?" he asked snidely.

"No," replied Reyna. "But you might be going home." Malfoy looked horrified, and went away.

"Why'd you say that?" asked Annabeth in amazement. "Because I know you were lying."

"He deserved a scare," replied Reyna, licking her lips and digging into a steak.

"Reyna? Annabeth?" Reyna looked up to see Harry and Ron.

"What?" she asked shortly.

"Malfoy challenged me to a Wizards' Duel," replied Harry. "Wanna come?"

"Sure," said Reyna, cleaning a bit of steak juice off her chin.

"Absolutely," said Annabeth, eyes gleaming. "A chance to study the architecture, and get some adventure? Wouldn't miss it."

"Hermione tried to stop us," said Ron distastefully. "She's so bossy-nobody likes her."

"Shush!" hissed Harry. "Meet us outside the Gryffindor common room door at fifteen to midnight."

"We'll be there," said Reyna, exchanging a glance with Annabeth.

At a quarter to midnight, Annabeth and Reyna sat outside of the portrait, yawning, when not two, but three people climbed out of the portrait.

"Don't you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves, I don't want Slytherin to win the House Cup, and you'll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about the Switching Spells," hissed the third person. It was Hermione.

"Go away." That was Ron.

"Shut up!" whispered Reyna. All three jumped. Reyna rolled her eyes. "Hermione's coming with us. Neville's still awake, so be quiet. He forgot the password and Seamus had to let him in. Do you know how hard it is to hide in an empty corridor? Never mind. Let's go."

They flitted silently in dark corridors, sometimes illuminated by moonlight, occasionally interrupted by Annabeth marveling at the architecture. They sped to the trophy room.

Malfoy and Crabbe wren't there. Reyna gripped her wand tightly, hiding in the shadows of crystal trophy cases. She tensed when she heard someone speak. It wasn't Malfoy. Both Annabeth and Reyna grabbed Ron and Harry by the robes and pulled them into the shadows, Hermione quickly following suit.

"Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."

It was Filch with his rusty, creaky voice, talking to Mrs. Norris. They all slipped out the door, barely turning the corner, when Filch entered the trophy room.

"They're in here somewhere," he muttered. "Probably hiding."

"This way!" Annabeth mouthed to the others, and they crept down a long hallway filled with suits of armor. They could hear Filch getting closer. But then Hermione stopped sharp, and Ron tripped over her foot, grabbing Reyna and falling into a suit of armor.

The CRASH that followed was enough to wake the entire castle.

"Run!" said Reyna, loud enough for the others to hear, but not loud enough for Filch to hear. They hurtled down hallways, past classrooms, and Harry ripped open a tapestry into a secret passageway, ran along it, and came out near the Charms Classroom, which was miles away from the trophy room.

"I think we've lost him," panted Ron.

"I-told-you," Hermione gasped. "I-told-you."

"We've got to get to our separate towers," said Harry. "As quickly as possible."

"Malfoy tricked you," Reyna said bluntly. "You know that, right?"

"She's right," agreed Annabeth. "He was never going to meet you. He told Filch that someone would be in the trophy room. That's how Filch knew."

"Then he was going to get you two expelled," said Reyna.

"Let's go," sighed Annabeth.

It wasn't going to be simple. Peeves flew out of a nearby classroom. He cackled when he saw them.

"Shut up Peeves-please-you'll get us thrown out," said Harry desperately.

"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties?" he cackled. "Tut tut tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."

"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please," begged Hermione.

"Should tell Filch, I should," sang Peeves. "It's for your own good, you know."

"Get out of the way," Ron snapped, swiping at Peeves. That was a big mistake.

"No Ron, don't-" started Annabeth.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed. "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"

"Take a swipe at Peeves, it'll anger him," finished Annabeth in defeat.

Ducking Peeves, they all ran down the corridor, where they slammed into a brass door that was locked.

"This is it!" Ron moaned, pushing helplessly at the door. "We're done for! This is the end!"

"Oh shut up," said Reyna snappishly. She could hear Filch's footsteps running fast down the corridors towards Peeves. She grabbed her wand and tapped the lock. "Alohamora."

The lock clicked and the door swung open. They all piled in, shut the door, and pressed ears against the door to listen.

"Which way did they go?" Filch asked Peeves. "Quick, tell me."

"Say 'please.'"

"Don't mess with me Peeves, now where did they go?"

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," sing-songed Peeves.

"All right-please."

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And Filch stomped away, cursing, while Peeves, cackling madly, whooshed away.

"He thinks this door is locked," Annabeth whispered. "I think we'll be okay-get off Ron!" Ron had been tugging on the sleeve of her silver bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"

They all turned around-and Reyna saw what she thought was a nightmare. Apparently the "room" was a corridor. And not just any corridor. The forbidden 3rd floor! And she knew why it was forbidden.

They were looking in the eyes of Cerberus-or at least something that looked like Cerberus. It was a huge boarhound with three heads! And not just huge. It was about fifteen feet tall and ten feet wide! Reyna felt terrified, but as usual, she kept her face an emotionless mask.

Annabeth opened the door, and they stumbled out. She closed the door and locked it again.

"Bye," Annabeth said breathlessy.

"Bye," Reyna echoed.

"Bye," Ron, Hermione, and Harry chorused.

Together, Annabeth and Reyna ran towards the Ravenclaw Tower, stopping at the door.

"What is the origin of the mythical unicorn?" asked the door. Annabeth opened her mouth to reply, but Reyna beat her to it.

"There is no origin of the unicorns," said Reyna. "Because unicorns are real."

"Correct," said the door, and swung open. Both girls ran inside, and up the dormitories. Luckily Reyna shared a room with Annabeth, and only Annabeth. They collapsed into bed, but then Annabeth spoke.

"That wasn't such an adventure."

"I know," agreed Reyna. "Compared to what we've been through, that was a walk in the park."

"Did you see what that dog was standing on?" asked Annabeth.

"Yeah," said Reyna. "It was standing on a trapdoor. It was guarding something." She didn't voice the question aloud. Annabeth voiced it for her.

"But what was that dog guarding?"

A/N

I never know what to say! So, how was it? Enough action? Did you like what Reyna did? Did you like the riddle?