I have been the ultimate procrastinator this time, and I feel downright awful about it. Anyway, this is a bit of a filler chapter, explaining to the wizards and everything. Please don't kill me! I know I said soon and it wasn't soon, but I had a lot of personal stuff going on. I have a life too!

Hermione's PoV (3rd person)

(Skip to dinner)

Hermione took her place at the Griffindor table, squished in between Ron and Annabeth. She snorted at Ron, who's plate was piled ten feet high, and Annabeth made a sound of agreement as she looked at the other side of the table at Percy, who was devouring the food as quickly as humanly (or half-humanly) possible. Annabeth caught Hermione's eye and rolled her eyes. That was how they had mainly been communicating during dinner (or breakfast or lunch), snorting at rolling their eyes.

History of Magic had been boring, as usual (Hermione was good to admit it in her head), until Nico had scared Professor Binns out of his wits (then he had seen Hazel, and almost died for the second time). Mr Binns had been talking about the Giant War, and the demigods all paled (for some reason that Hermione was going to try and find out) and Nico had asked 'Which one?' and Professor Binns paled (apparently ghost could pale too), whether from embarrassment, shock or nervousness, or maybe a mixture of all three, Hermione did not know.

Hermione had been told that Divination was terrible, from what she had gathered Trelawney had started spouting prophecies (real ones, apparently) and Percy and Annabeth had looked at each other at then covered her mouth, but they both looked... scared, but she wasn't sure if that was true, because she couldn't imagine either of them being scared, and now rumours wefpre flyong about what the prophecies had been about. It had gone something like this,

You shall go west and face the god who has turned,

One shall die by a parent's hand,

An oath to keep with a final breath,

Wisdom's daughter walks alone,

The son of Neptune shall drown,

Foes bear arms to the Doors of Death,

Olympus to preserve or raze.

Hermione had no idea what it meant, but she had added it to her mental list of things she wanted to inquire about. And right now, that meant that she would have to ask the demigods. She was lucky, as they were all in her house, so she would be able to ask them quite easily. First though, she had to make sure she had the facts. That meant asking everyone what they had heard (well, everyone who wasn't a Slytherin), which she had already done. She has gotten some ridiculous ones, that she was pretty sure were made on the spot when she asked, but most matched up.

Hermione halfheartedly stirred her soup as she tried to figure out what the prophecy might mean. 'Wisdom's daughter' probably meant Annabeth, and 'son of Neptune' would mean Percy, but how can Percy drown? He'd told everyone that he could breathe underwater (and she'd seen him do it). But Percy had said that he was a son of Poseidon, not Neptune. Did that make a difference? It hurt her head just thinking about all of, which was a new experience for Hermione. She just go confused; mythology was not her forté. Luckily for her, it was the demigod's.

Dumbledore made a small speech (very small) and everyone went up (or down) to their house. Hermione took this as a chance to ask what had happened at Divination.

"Umm..." Now that the time had come to ask, Hermione was nervous. "What happened in Divination with Trelawney?" Percy and Annabeth made eye contact as everyone crowded around them, wanting to know.

"Well..." Percy sighed. "That was a mix of lines from prophecies. Oh, they've already happened," he said, seeing a look of fear in some people's eyes. "'You shall go west and face the god who has turned' was the first line of my first prophecy. The rest of it was, 'You shall find what was stolen and see it safely returned/You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend/And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end.' The first line meant, obviously, we would go west, the 'god who has turned' was Ares, the obnoxious and arrogant god of war, who had Zeus' master bolt after it was stolen, and we found it and safely returned it, the 'on who calls you a friend' was Luke Castellan, who had sided with Kronos and was the one who had stolen the bolt in the first place, and 'you shall fail to save what matters most in the end' was my mom, because she had been 'kidnapped' by Hades, but I got her back after I returned the master bolt.

"'One shall die by a parent's hand' was about the huntress of Artemis, Zoë Nightshade, who was killed by her father, Atlas.

"'An oath to keep with a final breath' was part of the 'Prophecy of the Seven' and... well, maybe Leo should explain this part." So Leo came over to where Percy and Annabeth were, leaving me to think. What was a 'huntress of Artemis'? How did Ares let Percy call him 'the obnoxious and arrogant god of war'? And there were many things that I didn't get.

Shakily I raised my hand. Annabeth looked at me and I said, "Could you have a Q&A session or something like that so we can ask all our questions? I mean... Percy certainly left room for a few." Ron nodded his head vigorously, a lost expression on his face, showing that he hadn't understood anything.

"Um, I guess we can do that." Percy said. As he said that, Leo pushed him into the crowd and to his place.

"So... an oath to keep with a final breath, huh? Wow, you wizards are really curious. I guess I have to start from the start. So, I was blasted into the sky by a hot, dangerous, killer snow goddess, and I landed on an island where a hot girl came out of a cave and started shouting at him for ruining her dining table, which I had landed on when I came out of the sky. After that I tried making a boat to get out and the girl-Calypso-" I gasped in recognition,"came out and offered to help me make it and then I decided that I liked her -a lot, actually- and then I found out that she liked me because a magical raft -don't even ask- came and took me off the island and that only happens when she likes the person, as in like likes the person, so when I was leaving I swore on the River Styx that I would come back to her, which is the most serious oath you can make, when or if you break it the River Styx burns your soul from the inside out so you don't even get to go to the underworld. Then when we were fighting Gaea I died and then took the physicians cure -well Festus gave it to me, but not the point- and then I found myself on Calypso's island. So it was with a final breath because I has to die before I got back because no man can find it more than once and actually Calypso is coming to Hogwarts soon-" then Annabeth pushed him to get him to stop rambling.

"'Wisdom's daughter walks alone' spoke of my solo quest in New Rome when I had to kill Ariadne. So, it just basically means that I was alone." Hermione sensed that there was another, deeper meaning to, but she just didn't want to overload their brains too much.

"'The son of Neptune shall drown', well, we're not too sure about that one. We think that that was only part of the line, because after that the rest was burnt, Ella even said so." Percy said, adding to my list of questions. For the next one, he and Annabeth looked at each other with sad, almost haunted eyes, and they got paler. Annabeth rubbed her sword sadly. Piper looked at them nervously, as if scared that they would break down crying, but Hermione couldn't imagine that happening.

"We're not answering that one." Percy said in a low voice.

"'Olympus to preserve or raze'," he said, still sad, though whether from the last one or another part of this one. "was a part of the first Great Prophecy. It was the end of it, saying that my choice would either save Olympus or bring it to it's knees." Percy for some reason seemed more mature, a better speaker, when he was sad. Hermione had many questions she wanted to ask, but figured that now would not be a good time.

As the crowd around them left, Hermione saw a tear leaking down Annabeth's eye, which Hermione did not think she was capable of, because of the image she always sent out, of the 'fearless warrior', the 'survivor of Tartarus'. Nervously, Hermione walked up to Annabeth, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, and cursed herself for it. It was obvious that she wasn't. Annabeth sniffed and blinked rapidly to make sure she didn't cry.

"Sorry for asking. Both times." Hermione said, her voice humorous. Annabeth's lips tilted upwards.

"I-It's okay. Y-You didn't know." Hermione put an arm around her, and Annabeth returned it. In the background Piper cooed, but neither of them paid attention to it.

"Come on. Want to go help me get more members for S.P.E.W?" Annabeth looked at her curiously and she explained. "Well, about a year ago I was told that it was house elves that did everything in the castle, and I refused to do or eat or. Sleep in, etc. anything that had been prepared by house elves, as a bit of a protest, you might say, and I was putting little articles of clothing everywhere - house elves are freed when they're given clothes - and then I decided to make S.P.E.W, the 'Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare', and I have been trying to get everyone to be a member, but no on want to and I waswondering of you wanted to help." Hermione said all in one breath and Annabeth smiled.

"Sure."

And like that a new friendship was born.