"Oi, Percy, wake up!"

A pillow hit Percy's face and he groaned. "Tom, What are you-"

Then he remembered. He was at Hogwarts, not the Leaky Cauldron. He looked over at Leo, but in between himself and Leo was another pillow. Percy quickly blocked it with his forearm. "I'm up! I'm up!"

He sat up and groaned. He had been up until midnight the night before, simply thinking. I know what school on even one hour of sleep is like, and sleep deprivation before school SUCKS. He groggily stood up and grabbed his robes. Apparently they had grown the Gryffindor Crest overnight, because he didn't know how else they would have gotten there.

When he was ready, he walked down to the Common Room with Leo. Annabeth and Cassie were waiting for them, and they followed Percy's map down to breakfast.

At breakfast, Percy wrote a letter to his mom that he had forgotten to write last night.

Dear Mom,

I'm at breakfast on my second day at school. I'm sorry I haven't written you yet but I took a job at Diagon Alley (like a wizard mall) and I've been either shopping, working, eating, or sleeping. Anyway, how are things at home? Hogwarts is amazing, like a giant cathedral that you go to school at. I made three new friends, Annabeth, Leo, and Cassie. Leo and Cassie are cousins, though I'm pretty sure Cassie is adopted. Annabeth has a New York accent, though I haven't asked where she's from yet. Leo and Cassie live in England. I'm in Gryffindor, the "brave house" as everyone seems to put it. Anyway, I hope you write back soon, breakfast is almost done.

Love,

Percy

PS the owl's name is Bobert. Don't ask.

He excused himself from breakfast early to run to the Owlery real quick, telling Annabeth, Leo, and Cassie that he would meet them in Transfiguration.

When he arrived at Transfiguration, Annabeth, Leo, and Cassie had saved him a seat. He smiled gratefully and sat down. The bell rang and McGonagall stood up from her desk.

"The art of Transfiguration is crucial to your magical education. Therefore, you must pay attention at all times. I have no tolerance for tardiness, horseplay, or unexcused absences in general. Anyone doing these things will be given a detention immediately. Have I made myself clear?"

There was a general murmur of assent throughout the classroom.

"Good. Now, our first day we start simple. Mister Prewett, come pass out matches. No, not you, Lucas." She sighed. "Which one of you is older?"

Asher tentatively raised his hand.

McGonagall acknowledged him. "I shall call you Senior from now on. Lucas, you are Junior. Now, Senior, come pass out matches."

She walked back to her desk and Percy heard her mutter "Weasley Twins were hard enough, now I have Gideon's sons". She had walked right next to him.

Percy shrugged at Annabeth. She, however didn't see him, as she was thanking Asher for her match. Percy nodded at Asher when he got his own match.

Both Percy and Annabeth tried, watching each other for pointers. Neither made my progress.

As they heard walking out, nobody had made any progress except Percy, who's match was pointed at the end, and a Hufflepuff who's match had a silvery hue. Next was Charms with Professor Flitwick.

"Hello, class!" said Flitwick after he had successfully stacked up the perfect amount of books on his chair so he could see over his desk. "Today we will be learning the easiest spell you may ever learn at this school, Wingardium Leviosa! Take out your wands and repeat after me. Swish and Flick!"

"Swish and flick," everyone in the class said as they did so with their wands.

"Good!" Flitwick exclaimed. "Now do that same wand movement but say 'Wingardium Leviosa'! Remember to stress the 'o' in Leviosa!"

Everyone did it, pointing their wands at their feathers. Nothing happened but Percy could've sworn his feather vibrated.

Flitwick was still smiling. "No worries, no worries! I've only ever had one student get that on the first try, and she's the current Minister!"

One of the people next to Percy and Annabeth muttered, "Minister Granger" to his friend, who immediately said, "I know, shut up."

Huh. He had looked it up, and the current British Prime Minister wasn't named Granger. He would ask Annabeth between classes.

The class ended and Percy asked her.

"There's a Ministry if Magic." Was her simple answer.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Why would I kid you?" Annabeth said, laughing.

"Because there's already a school of Magic, and of course there's a Ministry I have to know all about too!" Percy cried.

"Woah, chill. It's pretty much the exact same as the normal Ministry." Annabeth calmed him.

"I know nothing about the normal Ministry."

"Well then you're a lost cause in both worlds."

She started running, and Percy chased her all the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

They arrived first. Professor Potter was sitting at his desk writing something. "Damn seventh years," he muttered.

"Hi, Harry," Annabeth said.

Mr Potter finally noticed them and looked up. "Annabeth! Hello! And who's your friend?" He was looking at Percy.

"My name's Percy Jackson."

"Well hello, Percy! I'm Professor Potter but you can call me Harry. Also, both of you remember to call me Professor in class."

"Yes, Professor," they both said in unison.

Just then Ara Shacklebolt came in with Elsa Macmillan and a Ravenclaw Percy didn't recognize. Harry smiled at them. "Hello!"

He nodded at Percy and Annabeth and looked back to his paperwork. The pair took the dismissal and sat next to each other near the front. Leo and Cassie joined them a minute later.

Note on Harry Potter- he is exceptional at Defense Against The Dark Arts (DADA), taught by Tom Marvolo Riddle. Tom was a creepy fellow, though he had somewhat good intentions. He was a teacher mix of Alastor Moody and Severus Snape (of an alternate reality I have been told of by my neighbor, Jennifer). He has nothing bad in his life at the moment, other than a petty squabble with Professor Trelawney over his future. Trelawney was predicting his death. He has a younger sister, Rose Minerva Potter, who is working in the Magical Sports and Games Department in the Ministry. He is married to Ginevra "Ginny" Potter nèe Weasley (the flying instructor at Hogwarts). Before teaching he was an Auror.

When the bell rang, Harry got up and immediately began talking.

"The Dark Arts. Infinite. Never-ending. Could kill or get you killed. My name is Professor Potter, and my job is to protect you from that."

Percy started clapping.

"Yes, Mr Jackson?"

"I just think that that was an amazing opening line."

Harry sighed. "It WAS, until you ruined it. Let's try again, no clapping. The Dark Arts. Infinite. Never-ending. Could kill or get you killed. My name is Professor Potter, and my job is to protect you from that. In this class you will learn-"

Clap

"Percy, I swear to god."

"Sorry, Professor."

"As I was saying, in this class you will learn how to survive out in the world. Grindelwald has escaped, and these skills are more valuable than ever. Your Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, put Grindelwald in prison. Grindelwald will want revenge. My job is to help you stay alive if he ever attacks this school, Hogsmeade, anywhere that anyone may be in danger. In your seven years at Hogwarts you will learn hexes, curses, dueling spells along with anything that would help you in a duel. You will learn the enemy's weapons and how to block them, if possible. You will learn dangerous creatures, and possibly I may be able to coax in Newt Scamander one day in your third year. I will teach you everything I know and then some. I hope it's enough. Jackson, you may clap now."

The whole class burst into applause. Harry did a small curtsy, then raised his hand to motion to be quiet.

"Today will not be a practical lesson. Please get out your quills and parchment, we're taking some notes!"

There was a general groan, though Percy was excited. Even taking notes at Hogwarts was fun. Annabeth looked like she shared his attitude.

They showed up to Herbology the same way they did Defense, early. This time it was by choice, though.

"Hello, Percy." Neville didn't even turn his back.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"There's this thing called glass," Neville said, chuckling. "When you look at it right you get something called a reflection, which-"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

Neville finally turned around. He focused on Annabeth first. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Annabeth. Annabeth, Professor Longbottom."

"Call me Neville outside of class," Neville said, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Annabeth."

Annabeth shook his hand. "You too, Neville."

They were once more interrupted by students walking in to class. Percy pretended to tip an invisible hat at Neville. "See you later."

Neville turned back to his plant. "And you."

Herbology went almost exactly the same as Defense, though Neville didn't have a grand speech, though it would be quite amusing to hear about how plants will be a "crucial life skill". I must write that later.

When Herbology ended it was dinner. The four sat together, reflecting on the day.

"I can't believe in both Defence and Herbology we only had notes!" Leo was saying.

Cassie nodded in agreement.

"Hey, at least we're learning magic,"

Percy added. "I'm just glad there's no Math, Science, or especially English."

Annabeth nodded. "I hate English."

"Science?" Leo asked.

"Math?" Cassie continued.

"Especially English?"

"Muggle classes. And it's just English," said Annabeth.

"So you learn a language you already know." Lei looked more confused than ever.

"Little but more complicated than that," said Percy. Leo shrugged, sharing a look of confusion with Cassie. They both continued walking.

"Speaking of English," Percy said quietly to Annabeth. "We need to talk to McGonagall about that."

Annabeth nodded. "Let's go to her office after dinner."

Percy nodded.

And so when they had finished their dinner they used their map to get to McGonagall's office.

"Interesting," McGonagall said after they explained their predicament. "Occasionally dyslexic children can read one specific language, and there is only one way to find out, so we will have to try them all. Let me call Professor Flitwick, he is the best for this job."

When Professor Flitwick arrived he asked for one of either of their books. Annabeth gave her Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration. Flitwick performed a spell on it.

"Spanish," he said. "Can you read it?"

They both shook their head. So they tried French, Portuguese, German, Russian, Old English, Celtic, Latin, Czech, hieroglyphics, and finally-

"Ancient Greek," said a tired looking Flitwick.

Percy and Annabeth's eyes both lit up and they nodded furiously.

"Both of you?" said McGonagall.

They both shrugged.

"Okay, said Flitwick. "Leave your books with me and I'll Charm them. They'll be by your beds tomorrow."

Percy and Annabeth nodded, set their bags on the desk, and left.

When they got to the Gryffindor Common Room and gave the password, a simple nod was shared before they walked up to their dorms and collapsed on their beds, asleep instantly.

It had been a long day.

Hooray, another chapter finished! I'm so sorry it took so long, I just had finals and overall stress eating me up. I'll try to write as much as possible. And I'm not kidding about Neville's speech.