Disclaimer!

These characters do not belong to me nor do I make any money off this story. I am merely writing Fan Fiction. The characters belong to their respective authors. I hope you enjoy Joining Forces.

Sorry, I might be posting chapters later than usual now since September is coming.

Hermione POV:

At least a month had passed since the new school year. Ron, Harry, Percy and I continued to discuss the monsters, however soon the topic dropped after a long period of tranquil at the school with nothing else happening. At first, I had continued to go to the library despite Percy's confirms on his knowledge of Greek mythology, but as the school year progressed the work increased greatly, the first few easy weeks gone. The schools' also been more occupied with an extra amount of students coming in. Some students around a year older than us had also come back. Since Hogwarts now had an eighth year of education, some wanted to go back and finish that year as well for more knowledge. Others decided to let the idea slide over and continue with their lives.

Percy and the other Americans had also begun to get fit well into the school. Their grades were pretty good, at least better than Harry's and Ron's though Annabeth was the one out of the three who even beat me at some subjects several times. Though, now the whispers in the school about them had dwelled down. Rather than talking about the strange foreigners, or guesses why they would have to come to Hogwarts all of a sudden most people were chatting about the first Quidditch match of the year, Slytherin against Gryffindor, just like the first year at Hogwarts. Ron, and Harry assuring me time and time again after their practises how they were going to clobber Slytherin. I never asked, they just always brought it up.

Percy POV:

"We can do this," Harry said, finishing giving us a quick pep talk before we headed out onto the pitch. I certainly hoped so, everyone on the team seemed convinced we could crush the Slytherin team, however, I was less convinced than the rest. My hand gripped tightly on one of the school's broomsticks as I shifted my weight back and forth. "How are you feeling about your first game, mate?" Ron asked.

"Nervous, excited, afraid." I spewed. "I really hope the weather's good," Despite riding a broom several times when practising, I was still fearful of my uncle deciding I should remain out of his domain. Who knew what would happen? Maybe one day he'd just feel like zapping a demigod down from the sky! Ron patted me on the back, "Don't worry, you've trained. You'll do fine. Have you seen your skills? You're incredible!" I doubted his remark but said thanks, sounding not the slightest bit as confident as he did. We walked together onto the pitch where we were greeted with loud cheers as the roaring crowd clapped and called out at us reminding how many people would be let down if we lost.

Madam Hooch, the school's flying instructor as well as the referee was standing in the middle of the pitch with her broom in her hand as she acknowledged the rules of quidditch and fair play. "Mount your brooms," She called, and after a shrieking noise from her whistle, everyone was up in the air.

I immediately took possession of the Quaffle as I rose into the air. Flying past the other team's members, I spotted an opening and threw it. The Quaffle was blocked from the keeper and thrust back into the game. The Gryffindor and Slytherin chasers went after the ball, but it was Ginny Weasley who managed to snag it. She headed towards the goalposts scoring our first 10 points. From the commentary box, a student was remarking about the match. Soon, I managed to get the Quaffle again tossing it to Demelza Robins, another Chaser, our goal was again blocked by the Keeper. The match went on for a while, with the snitch not being found yet. Surprisingly enough, I was doing well. I had dodged any bludger that came my way and scored a couple of goals as well. Now, the score was 70 points to 50 points, Gryffindor winning by 20 points.

Suddenly there was a blur as two brooms swept by me. I quickly stabled myself again, throwing the Quaffle. "It's the Snitch!" The commentary cries after I score. Soon another whistle was blown, with Madam Hooch declaring the end of the game as Harry had caught the Snitch. We had won. "Gryffindor wins!" She yelled.

Ron POV:

We're going to be playing against Ravenclaw next time," I said as I slid into bed after the party in the common room ended. "You better not go easy on Annabeth just because you're lovebirds."

Percy laughed. "It'd be an insult to Annabeth if I did," We spent some fun around the common room, talking until it was finally time to turn in. "We're going to win the Quidditch cup," Harry said as he tucked himself into his bed. "I know it,"

"That and the house cup," I added, "Can't wait to see Malfoy's face. It never fails to amuse,"

"This is exciting," Percy said. "Well, Night,"

"Good night," Harry said.

"Good night," I responded, and closed my eyes as darkness filled the room, the light in the room only coming from the behind the glass where moonlight shone. Silence filled the dormitories save for the soft snoring of some students. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over.

It was dark, but the surroundings seemed like the forbidden forest. Tall trees stretched overhead as all I could see was shadows. I flicked out my wand, "Lumos!" I cried. A bright light emerged from the tip of my wand letting me see more of where I was. Where was I? The place seemed eerily quiet, no sounds except for my footsteps treading gently on what seemed like dried leaves. Soon I arrived at a clearing. The trees seemed to grow around the large space making a room as large as a quidditch pitch.

Another light flickered from the other side of the clearing, I stopped. "Who's there?" I asked. More rustling. Then from the shadows, another figure approached in a dark hood, their body completely covered by the dark robes, but on their face was a Death Eater mask. "Flipendo!" I cried. They reacted quickly, but in the end was still knocked back as I ran in the other direction. However, the Death Eater quickly got back up firing dozens of hexes at me as I ran. "Coward!" They shouted, his voice was strangely deep. "Fight me!" I stopped and began firing back spells to which he dodged. We continued to clash on, I wasn't sure, but I think I was losing.

I woke up late in the morning, Hermione, Harry and Percy at my bedside. "Finally, you're awake." Harry remarked.

"You'd miss breakfast if you stayed in bed any longer, that and classes." Percy added as I got up. "How much time do I have left?"

"Around 30 minutes," Percy said. I quickened my actions.

"Ron, why did you sleep so late?" Hermione asked when I finished changing. We rushed to the Great hall. "You know the standards."

"I'm sorry," I snapped, "I just feel tired,"

"It's probably from Quidditch," She suggested.

"No, I don't think so," I said. I wanted to say something, I felt that something had happened last night, but I didn't remember. There was the celebration, I went to bed, then woke up exhausted. Nothing strange, I think.