Let me start by saying that I wish I had a good excuse for not updating in over half a year, like Hera put me to sleep for six months, but in all honesty, I totally forgot that fan fiction even existed. I promise to post the next four chapters really soon, so you don't have to wait another couple of months for the next chapter. Without further ado!
Percy P.O.V.
I groaned for what seemed like the hundredth time that minute.
I, like almost all of my fellow ADHD demigods, absolutely hated waiting. Yet that was what we were doing, sitting in the room that was our classroom. The class wasn't supposed to start for another five minutes, due to the passing period. Were we actually expected to sit still for five whole minutes? After the first fifteen seconds, Leo had already built a remote control car that held a small hamster that I assumed was Frank. (I'm not much of a hamster fan - guinea pigs are much better!) Thalia and Piper were talking about something or other, and Jason was trying to blow gems summoned by Hazel into a target with his wind Avatar powers. Nico and Will were nowhere to be seen.
I took that time to look around the room.
It was a bit smaller than the arena at camp, but would easily fit the wizards for now. Later, when we moved on from Greek Mythology and into combat, which Dumbledore said we should teach them in case they lose their wands, we might need a bigger space, but I trust that we can find one.
Annabeth and I decided to spar, figuring that the others could start the class while we finished sparring.
Which is why, four minutes and fourty-five seconds later, students started entering the door that was opened by Hazel, only to stop and stare and Annabeth and I. Although we were going really easy on each other, I guess the wizards hadn't seen anyone spar before, so it was interesting to watch. I remember the first time I saw someone really try to run me through with a weapon...
As my mind played back the time, during my first game of Capture the Flag, when Clarisse and her siblings had tried to electrocute and kill me by the creek.
As soon as I lost focus on the match, Annabeth performed a simple disarming technique, that I was too distracted to deflect.
"Percy! You should know better than to get distracted!" Annabeth mock-scolded me before turning to the still-entering class.
Once again, I groaned. I had sadly (note the sarcasm) missed the classes before lunch by hanging out in the lake. The last one I got to miss because I was the second one out of the Great Hall when we heard the roar, so Nico and I got to kill that monster while the others got to teach. But now, there was no where to run, the scary glare of my girlfriend keeping me in the room. I grumbled about how Nico and Will got to miss this lesson, but shut my mouth as Sparky and Zappy decided to glare at me as well.
Sighing, I walked to the front of the room, Luna and Neville coming up next to me, as well as another person who I took a moment to recognize...
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Harry P.O.V.
I was sure something was wrong in History of Magic. Though it had nothing to do with the fact that Binns was a minute late, something that had never happened before, nor did it have to do with the fact that Ron was still ranting about how the demigods kept burning perfectly good food at every meal (some sort of tradition, I guess). It didn't even have anything to do with the fact that Malfoy hadn't even approached us at all the past two days, which for someone like him, who thrives off of making others feel horrible, is an action which spells 'trouble'.
No, I was sure that there was something wrong with Hermione.
Throughout the whole class, she didn't take a single note, not even bothering to take out her parchment, ink and quill. Instead, she stared off into space, muttering to herself every once in a while.
Although she was most likely thinking about the demigods, and how two of our close friends were hiding that secret from us for five years, it still made me feel weird to think of Hermione Jean Granger not paying attention in class.
It might as well have been the bloody apocalypse!
When class was over, Hermione stayed where she was, apparently oblivious to the fact that everyone else was excitedly and apprehensively going towards the demigods' classroom. Ron carefully nudged her, bringing her out of the daydreaming state.
Silently, we made our way towards the Great Hall, near which the demigods' classroom was. Everyone else was waiting outside the doors, clearly anxious for them to open. Looking around, I saw that neither Luna nor Neville were in the crowd of kids, so they were most likely helping to teach the class.
I still had mixed feelings towards them. Sure, they had lied to us ever since we'd met them, but they genuinely seemed like they wanted to remain our friends. I decided that I wouldn't purposefully approach them, but wouldn't object either to them wanting to talk to me.
I was snapped out of my thinking by a voice saying my name... and turning around, I saw none other than Draco Malfoy.
I sighed, thinking that he was finally going to execute the plan he'd probably been working on the past two days, but instead, he took a deep breath, and addressed me, Hermione, and Ron.
"I know this won't make any sense now," he started, "but I just want to say... I'm sorry." Wow, that was not what I was expecting at all. And what did he mean, he's sorry?
Draco continued, saying, "I know I've acted like a git these past five years, and I want to let you know you aren't as horrible as I say. I think I'd genuinely like you if we had the opportunity to be friends, and had my... situation not prohibited it. So, I know you won't forgive me, or probably even understand, but I just needed to apologize." With that, he walked into the class, leaving us speechless behind him.
I couldn't think straight, so I just ushered Hermione and Ron into the classroom before my brain could explode from overthinking.
In the class, we saw Malfoy walk towards the front...
And like the Hogwarts Express at full speed, the truth came crashing down on me, and I could tell Hermione, and Ron a second later, had come to the same conclusion.
There was a third demigod in Hogwarts. And his name was Draco Malfoy.
(I was gonna end it there, but I decided you guys deserve more, so I'm continuing it)
Annabeth P.O.V.
I saw the Dragon walking up behind Percy as soon as we were done sparring, and had to keep myself from laughing. I knew that there was a third demigod in Hogwarts, and of course it happened to be my half-brother, Draco 'Dragon' Malfoy. At the sound of metal on metal, Percy turned, bringing Riptide up just fast enough to block the blow from the sword Draco had just pulled form it's scabbard.
I figured that a battle was the best way to get the wizards' attention, so I signaled to Piper, who was closest to me, and then drew my drakon bone sword from it's scabbard. (I have both a dagger, which I take everywhere, and a sword, which I only have when I'm intending to fight.) I swung it at Percy's head, purposefully not going for his back, and, sensing the blade, he ducked, causing my sword to ricochet off of Draco's dagger. Percy ducked out from us, turning and coming face-to-face with a flaming-hammer-wielding Leo, causing the few wizards who weren't worried to try to use the aguamenti spell on Leo.
Turning back to Draco, I decided to advance first. I thrusted and he parried, then vice versa, going back and forth a few times before I confirmed my strategy. He had a dagger and I had a sword, so if I could stay out of his range and disarm him, then I would win easily. Of course, that was easier said than done, especially against a sibling of mine, who could probably figure out my strategy.
But, my far more numerous years of training with weapons prevailed, and I disarmed him before turning back to everyone else.
Leo, who had been beaten a long time ago but didn't look sad at all, was sitting at one of the benches on the side wall, where Draco went to join him. Frank, who had been battling Thalia, was there too. Hazel, Luna and Piper were still sparring, Hazel with her spatha, Luna with a dagger and Piper with Katoptris. Neville and Jason were still going, surprising me until I saw a bunch of vines trying to tangle Jason's feet and keep him in one spot on the ground. Neville quickly used another vine to knock Ivlivs away before Jason was able to send a gust of wind to do the same to Neville. I watched as Luna broke away from Piper and Hazel, and turned to fight Thalia, leaving me to fight Percy.
If you're wondering why it seems like utter chaos, let me explain. Sometimes, when we're bored, or even as a lesson, we do a sort of 'every man for him/herself' battle, where you just keep battling whoever you see until either you're disarmed or they are.
Seeing me, Percy started making his way over.
We circled for a minute, waiting for the other one to make the move. Yet, knowing each other so well caused us to go in at the same time. The sound of metal on bone clanged, as I spun around and went in for another shot towards Percy's unblocked knee. Seeing what I was doing, he was able to get his blade there in time. He quickly retaliated, sending Riptide towards my side where I quickly brought up my sword.
We went back and forth for a while, neither of us having any advantage for a while, before I realized everyone else was done, and we should probably just call it a draw. Hubris, my fatal flaw of pride, would normally not allow me to call it a draw, having to prove my worth, but spars between Percy and I can last anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours (the record, I believe, is 7 and a half hours).
I withdrew my sword, backing away as Percy realized. Then he grinned his stupid, beautiful lop sided grin before going to get a cup of water, me following to do the same. Meanwhile, Jason turned to the shocked demigods, gesturing for them to sit on the benches.
"So, before you start actually learning, I want to give an overview of the class," he started. "We're going to do a few classes on the 'mythology' that is our lives, and soon after we will be starting on hand to hand and armed combat." This caused a few nervous glances between the wizards.
Hermione, who was staring over towards Draco, tentatively raised her hand. "Uh, sir?"
"Call me Jason," he replied, all of us nodding as well to show we didn't care for formalities.
She continued. "Why do we need to learn combat?"
Jason smiled, and gestured for me to come up. It was a kind of unspoken thing, that, whenever you needed something explained in a way that made sense, call an Athena kid. Otherwise, the ADHD part of their brains would cause them to start veering way off track, starting to talk about swords and ending up talking about shampoo.
"What would happen if you lost your wand during battle?" I asked, preferring to go straight to the point. When I got the uncertain and slightly scared glances that I expected, I continued. "If you lose your wand, you will be defenseless, open to any attack that might come. As you may or may not believe, the Voldemort guy is alive again... although I can't really say again, seeing as he was never dead."
When I said Moldy Short's name, there was a gasp among the students, and a few even shook their heads, as if trying and yet not wanting to believe what I said was true.
I knew that look. It was a look that I had seen many times at camp. When we found out Luke wasn't on our side... When Beckendorf died, when a possessed Leo fired on New Rome...
Before I could go into full-on-reliving-the-past-mode, I continued. "He has, more likely than not..." I glanced back at the demigods, who nodded at me as if they'd come to the same conclusion that I was about to announce. "He has enlisted Greek and Roman monsters into his legions, which are probably immune to a wizard spell, much the same we are." I gestured towards my fellow demigods, confirming the fact we had seen last night.
Last night, we had been experimenting in our common room, Luna and Neville showing us spells they had learned. Yet when Neville fired a petrificus totalus and Jason walked right into the line of fire, he only got pushed slightly backwards, not momentarily petrified as he should have been. We had decided that our godly blood made those spells null to us, and the charms the Hogwartian demigods had allowed them to be hit by spells.
Looking back towards the wizards we were now teaching, I continued. "If you ever find yourself up against one of them, and one of us is not near by, or if you lose your wand in battle against another wizard, you'll most likely meet a painful end." The wizards shuddered at my blunt prediction of what happened, but the demigods behind me just shrugged, as if it were something they heard every day (which, in fact, it was).
"Therefore, we will be teaching you how to fight, both with weapons such as swords and daggers, and hand-to-hand in the rare event that you get both your wand and weapon taken from you."
With that, I stepped back, letting Jason resume his teaching position at the front, Percy now next to him.
There, a 2,500 word chapter! I'll be posting the next few as soon as I'm done, which I promise will be really fast. I feel really bad about letting you think this was abandoned. Even though it kinda was...
Now, I actually got back to this story because I was looking through my old phone, which had my old email address linked to it, which is the email I use for this site. There I saw all of your wonderful comments, which inspired me to do this for my loyal readers.
QOTD: Do you play any sports?
My answer: Is theater considered a sport?