Harry POV

Suddenly, I heard an odd sound... a bit like a bow and arrow. I turned, and froze on the spot.

Neville was holding a drawn bow, its tip pointed straight at Percy, whose back was to us. Before I could shout, he let the arrow fly. All of the Gryffindors who saw Neville gasped simultaneously, and gasped even louder when, a second before impaling him right in the head, Percy turned and slashed the arrow in half with a sword he didn't have a second before.

Speechless, we all watched as the demigods, stood up, turning towards Neville on the table. Their faces switched from confusion to amusement as he started to walk over there. Even Dumbledore looked confused. Over the utter silence in the hall, we could hear what the demigods were saying.

Annabeth ran up to Neville, and enveloped him in a hug that would make me into a Harry-pancake.

At this point, Ron, Hermoine and I stood up and walked right over to them.

"What?" was all I was able to say, as confused as I was.

Neville didn't seem to notice us as he continued around the table hugging everyone. However, Thalia turned towards us, saying, "Who are you?"

At this moment, Neville came up next to Thalia, but only said, "Hey." I guess it's because of Thalia's "no boys" rule.

Then he turned, and saw us.

"Oh... I should probably explain." With vigorous nods from the rest of us, he began. "So, I'm a demigod, son of Demeter." WHAT? "We... er, I was issued a quest a few years ago to come here, posing as a wizard whose parents were tortured. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you guys, but I wasn't allowed to." I let that sink in.

Neville got called back to the demigods, and Ron, Hermoine and I went back to our table.

As soon as we were seated, I turned to them, asking, "Do you believe him?"

Ron looked skeptical, but Hermoine said, "Look at the way he shot that bow and arrow. How else could he have learned? Also, the demigods treated him like an old friend. How else could they have known him?"

I hated to admit it, but she was right.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, effectively silencing the Hall. He looked at Neville, who nodded and spoke.

"I'm Neville Longbottom, son of Demeter, slayer of the Ethiopian Cetus, fighter in the Battle of the Labyrinth, fighter in the Second Titan War, and fighter in the Second Giant War." I saw him glance at the Ravenclaw, but I couldn't see who he looked at.

Annabeth whispered something, and he nodded and pulled out a little bronze figure. It was shaped like a tree, with a single red apple in the middle. He pressed the apple, and a bright light filled the hall. When it finally dimmed, everything looked the same. Except Neville.

Instead of the big, baby-faced guy we knew, there was a tall, slim, tan guy. The only similarities were his blonde-brown hair and kind eyes.

There was a collective gasp once Neville's transformation happened. This definitely wasn't typical magic. It seemed almost... otherworldly.

Not my best chapter, but I already wrote it and I was too lazy to rewrite it. Also, it was really short, but that's what you get for having me post two chapters in one day!

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QOTD: Percy Jackson or Harry Potter?

My answer: Percy Jackson