Author's Note: This is my first story posted on this account. It's just an idea I've been obsessed with for a while now… Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Timeline: After HoO, before ToA and MCGoA. During GoF (obviously).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS NOR DO I OWN MOST OF THE STORYLINE OR SOME OF THE DIALOGUE!

Percy was about to kill his mentor. The old centaur wasn't making any sense, nor was anything he was saying sounding appealing. "Listen, children, it's not for too long. Ten months at most."

"Ten months?" Percy and three others yelled. It was him, Annabeth, Piper and Jason who'd been called into Chiron's office that morning, completely unsuspecting of the information that was to be revealed.

"Well, the first task will take place in November," Chiron explained. "And the last in June. However we must arrive in October. You may attend classes there with the other students."

"Hold up." Jason said. He rubbed his temples, obviously annoyed. "Why do you need four? Especially when you just said only one of us will compete."

"The other schools are bringing many students, and it is meant to be a competition to be allowed to compete. Besides, you would be lonely, would you not?"

"I guess… So those not chosen will just be supporting?"

"Exactly, Mr Grace."

"No." Piper said.

The room went dead silent. Piper had just said exactly what the other demigods were thinking. "Sorry?" Chiron choked.

"No. I'm not going."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Piper."

"But, why us?" Annabeth asked. She'd been uncharacteristically quiet through the whole exchange. They all had. After all they'd been through and discovered in their lives, it was no surprise to Chiron that the four young heroes hardly batted an eyelash at the revelation that wizards and witches were, in fact real, but yet, only Percy and Jason seemed to be outraged at another quest. Chiron knew Annabeth was too, but she seemed to understand that there was no choice to be had.

"The headmaster, my old friend Albus Dumbledore, asked for all seven of you, but that was impractical given Frank and Hazel's ages and Leo-" he broke off, weary that the young demigods would not want less to do with him if he brought up the lost camper.

"What do their ages have to do with anything?" Piper demanded. "Why can't they go? I've got to find him!"

Jason took her hand. "We'll find him, Pipes. We will."

Chiron cleared his throat, "To answer Piper's question, ages matter because there is a restriction. Only wizards and witches aged seventeen can enter the competition."

"But Jason and I are sixteen!" Piper protested.

"Yes, the next two oldest of the seven heroes. Albus can only lower the age so much for our school before it becomes suspicious and the other schools complain."

"So," Annabeth said. "If we go, we'll leave in October and continue school there?"

"Precisely. You can choose to take the same classes as the wizards - which will count towards actual grades - or you may take your mortal classes with a tutor."

"And we don't have a choice?" Jason asked.

"No," Chiron confirmed. "The boy is in danger, you must protect him."

"I still don't see why the wizards can't protect him themselves." Jason grumbled.

"I will be with you the entire time, posing as the headmaster of our school."

"What school?" Piper snapped. "You still haven't told us that part yet!"

"Ah, yes." Chiron looked each child in the eye as he spoke. "We must be careful. The real north-American wizarding school, Illvermorny, has never participated in this tournament, nor will it ever. We will be posing as a fake wizarding school called 'Delphi Institute for Magic'. It will be hard, but if we all stick to the same story, we should be fine."

Piper wasn't convinced. "But what if they become suspicious?"

"We must stick to our stories."

"But-"

"I think we're ignoring the real problem here," Annabeth interrupted. "Chiron, how're we supposed to 'blend in' and 'convince' when we're not even magic? I mean, the only one of us who can do magic is Hazel, and she's not coming."

"I've made arrangements." Chiron said, in his usual avoid-answering-the-question-at-all-costs routine. "Also, there's a matter of uniforms - in order to make us look like a real school-"

"Why not just our Camp Half-Blood t-shirts?"

"Unfortunately, matching t-shirts won't be enough in Europe. In order to not draw suspicion, I've sent for some proper uniforms to be tailored and delivered in September."

"Great." Percy said. "Just great. Is that it? Or did you want to tell us that aliens are invading and we've got to stop them?"

Chiron ignored him, "Yes, that is all for now. I will give you more information before we leave."