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Annabeth POV

Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, Quadwizard Champions

I had the pleasure of interviewing the two youngest Champions of the Quadwizard Tournament, which is taking place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year.

Harry Potter, fourteen, is commonly known as the Boy Who Lived. He is, of course, responsible for the defeat of You Know Who on October 31st 1981.

He told me that, craving recognition for his past, he decided to enter the tournament and was picked as the Hogwarts Champion.

An ugly scar, souvenier of a tragic past, disfigures the otherwise charming face of Harry Potter, whose emerald green eyes shine with tears as he tells me about his dead parents.

I suppose I get my strength from my parents,' he told me. 'I know they'd be very proud of me if they could see me now...Yes, sometimes at night I still cry about them, I'm not ashamed to admit it...I know nothing will hurt me during the tournament, because they're watching over me...'

Harry has at last found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, thirteen, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school.

Perseus (Percy) Jackson, fourteen, is both an exchange student and a Champion. With a Mediterranean complexion and black hair, Percy is an incredibly handsome young man.

He and ten other students came over from Brunner's Academy of the Magical Arts in America to experience a year of British Training. At his school, students pick a type of magic to learn alongside the normal curriculum. Our friend Percy picked water magic, which he kindly demonstrated for me.

Like Harry, Percy has both lost a parent and found love.His girlfriend Annabeth Chase, fourteen, is an attractive blonde young girl. They met at the age of twelve and instantly hit off. The happiness that shone in his eyes while talking about her was clear he was in love. However, tears filled those sea green eyes as the conversation turned to his dead father and his mother he left behind in America.

"My dad is dead. He was a fisherman," he said quietly. "He was Greek. My mom is American. She used to work in a candy store, but now she's a full time writer. And my stepdad Paul is a muggle teacher. Annabeth and I are actually taking a year out next year to learn muggle subjects."

His friend, Neville Longbottom, fourteen, told me that Percy is a troubled young man who merely seeks love and affection in life.

Percy and Harry will be competing against each other along with Victer Crum and Flour Declcur. The first task is set to happen on November 24th.

Written by Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent.

I folded my paper and scowled. I'd read it through, after I'd translated it, and it was total schist. That bitch! Harry has to compete in the dam tournament, don't make it harder for him! Neville had hammered on the entrance to our common room this morning. The Son of Ceres had told us he told Skeeter that Percy was a natural leader and an incredibly kind and loyal person. I placed the paper on the table and went back to my waffles. We were allowed to go down to Hogsmede today, the wizarding village.

*

I walked through the streets of Hogsmede with Piper and Thalia. Thalia was describing in vivid detail the best ways to take down food and Piper looked like she was trying to keep down her cereal. I laughed and Thalia looked at me, confused. I hugged her and Piper. Then there was a shout and Leo landed on Piper. She yelled and they started wrestling on the ground. I laughed again, and went over to Percy. He was standing with Jason and Calypso, laughing his head off.

"This is nice," I said hugging him. He kissed my hair and hugged me back.

"I love you," he said, slightly muffled. Piper and Leo got up from the ground and scrambled over to us. Nico, Will, Frank and Hazel came over from where they'd been walking together. Leo threw his arms around Percy and I. Piper followed suit, then Thalia, Jason, Calypso, and everyone else. We just stood in the middle of the road, holding each other.

"I'm cold," came Piper's muffled voice. Everyone laughed and we started heading to a place called the Three Broomsticks that Hermione had recommended to us. We sat down at a table.

"What do we order?" Percy asked. "I'm pretty sure they don't sell Coke here."

"Hermione mentioned something called Butterbeer," Nico said, shrugging.

"There she is! D'you wanna ask her?" Will gestured towards Hermione, who was sitting on her own, muttering under her breathe.

Nico narrowed his eyes. Then he smiled in satisfaction. "Harry's there," he said in a low voice.

"What?"

"He's under Dad's Invisibility Cloak."

"Dude," said Percy. "Your dad has an invisibility cloak and a hat? My dad has a big fork."

Everyone at the table laughed. I leaned against Percy.

"I'm going to ask Hermione about the drinks," said Hazel. She and Frank got up from the table and walked over. I watched them chat to Hermione for a minute before walking back to us.

"She says it's called Butterbeer, you were right Nico, and that its delicious," Frank said.

"I'll order them," said Jason and he got up.

"I'll come to!" said Piper, jumping up. She and Jason walked hand in hand up to the counter and said something to the barmaid. Piper handed her some money and they walked back, precariously carrying eleven tankards between them. Leo jumped up to help and they set the drinks down on the table. We each took one and glanced at each other apprihensevly.

"Well, bottoms up!" said Calypso and we all took a drink. There were exclamations around the table. It was the nicest thing I'd ever drunk besides nectar.

"That is good," sighed Thalia.

"No kidding," laughed Jason.

"D'you guys wanna go and talk to Hermione?" asked Will.

"Sure," I replied and Percy, Nico, Will and I got up and walked over to Hermione's table. She was facing away from us and didn't hear us coming.

"You know, maybe I should try and get some of the villagers involved in S.P.E.W.," Hermione was saying.

"Yeah, right," replied Harry's voice. "Hermione, when are you going to give up on this spew stuff?"

"When house-elves have decent wages and working conditions!" she hissed back. "You know, I'm starting to think it's time for more direct action. I wonder how you get into the school kitchens?"

"I know!" volunteered Will from behind her. She jumped.

"Oh, Will! You scared me! Hi Percy, Annabeth, Nico."

"Hi Hermione and Harry," Nico grinned.

"You can see me?" came Harry's voice.

"Yup, shadows and stuff. They're used for concealment and so is your cloak," Nico replied.

"So Will, you were saying you knew where the kitchens were?" Hermione said.

"Yeah, there's this portrait of a bowl of fruit and you tickle the pear and it let's you past. I'll show you later. Oh, hi Hagrid!"

"All right, Hermione? 'Lo Percy, Nico, Will, Annabeth!" said Hagrid loudly.

"Hello," said Hermione, smiling back.

Moody limped around the table and bent down, reading the S.P.E.W. notebook. Or I thought. The corner of his mouth was moving. Apparently his magical eye could see through Hades' Invisibility Cloak too.

Hagrid was beaming at the area I took to be Harry and bent down once Moody had straightened up. He too muttered to Harry.

Straightening up, Hagrid said loudly, "Nice ter see yeh, Hermione," winked, and departed. Moody followed him.

"Why does Hagrid want me to meet him at midnight?" Harry said, sounding very surprised.

"Does he?" said Hermione, looking startled. She suddenly shot us a panicked look. "Uh...

"No, it's fine," I said. "Have fun."

We walked back our table to where the others were waiting.

Percy POV

"Listen, Hagrid, I can't stay long...I've got to be back up at the castle by one o'clock," Harry's voice was saying. I think he was under his cloak.

""Why-nphhh!"

"Leo, will you please shut up!" I hissed.

Why Annabeth had said he had to come with me, I had no idea.

"Dude, please be quiet."

"Fiiiiine," Leo pouted. He stood up from the bush we were hiding in. "He's knocking on the Beauxbatons carriage door," he said loudly. I yanked him back down.

"Hagrid, what -?" came Harry's voice.

"Shhh!" said Hagrid.

Maxime opened it. She was wearing a silk shawl wrapped around her massive shoulders. She smiled when she saw Hagrid.

"Ah, 'Agrid...it is time?"

"Bong-sewer," said Hagrid, beaming at her, and holding out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

Leo snorted.

Maxime closed the door behind her, Hagrid offered her his arm, and they set off around the edge of the paddock containing Maxime's giant winged horses. I was completely bewildered. Had Hagrid wanted to show Harry Maxime? Anyone could see her any old time...she wasn't exactly hard to miss...

But it seemed that Maxime was in for the same treat as Harry, and now us, because after a while she said playfully, "Wair is it you are taking me, 'Agrid?"

"Yeh'll enjoy this," said Hagrid gruffly, "worth seein', trust me. On'y - don' go tellin' anyone I showed yeh, right? Yeh're not s'posed ter know."

"Of course not," said Maxime, fluttering her long black eyelashes.

They started walking around the forest and I gestured to Leo to follow me. We walked quietly after them, keeping our distances. The silence was deafening and there was nothing to see but trees.

And grass.

And dark.

But then - when we had followed them so far around the perimeter of the forest that the castle and the lake were out of sight - I heard something. People were shouting up ahead...then came a deafening, earsplitting roar...

Hagrid led Maxime around a clump of trees and came to a halt. Leo ran past me and told me to hurry up - for a split second, I thought I was seeing bonfires, and men darting around them - and then my mouth fell open.

Dragons.

Five fully grown, enormous, vicious-looking dragons were rearing onto their hind legs inside an enclosure fenced with thick planks of wood, roaring and snorting - torrents of fire were shooting into the dark sky from their open, fanged mouths, fifty feet above the ground on their outstretched necks. There was a silvery-blue one with long, pointed horns, snapping and snarling at the wizards on the ground; a smooth-scaled green one, which was writhing and stamping with all its might; a smallish brown one with red accents; a red one with an odd fringe of fine gold spikes around its face, which was shooting mushroom-shaped fire clouds into the air; and a gigantic black one, more lizard-hike than the others, which was nearest to us.

At least thirty people, seven or eight to each dragon, were attempting to control them, pulling on the chains connected to heavy leather straps around their necks and legs.

"That is one pissed dragon," Leo remarked to me. "They say that.." he listened for a second. "They say that they were imported for the tournament. And that they hate being held captive. And that they're gonna blow this wizards to bits."

"Sheesh. We have to fight them?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Aw, schist."

"Keep back there, Hagrid!" yelled a man near the fence, straining on the chain he was holding. "They can shoot fire at a range of twenty feet, you know! I've seen this Horntail do forty!"

"Is'n' it beautiful?" said Hagrid softly.

I covered my mouth so he wouldn't hear me laugh. Leo elbowed me and went back to staring reverently at the dragons.

"It's no good!" yelled another man. "Stunning Spells, on the count of three!"

I saw each of the dragon keepers pull out his wand.

"Stupefy!" they shouted in unison, and the Stunning Spells shot into the darkness like fiery rockets, bursting in showers of stars on the dragons' scaly hides.

The dragon nearest to us teetered dangerously on its back legs; its jaws stretched wide in a silent howl; its nostrils were suddenly devoid of flame, though still smoking - then, very slowly, it fell. Several tons of sinewy, scaly-black dragon hit the ground with a thud that Harry could have sworn made the trees behind him quake.

"This is barbaric!" Leo hissed. "They're endangered species!"

The dragon keepers lowered their wands and walked forward to their fallen charges, each of which was the size of a small hill. They hurried to tighten the chains and fasten them securely to iron pegs, which they forced deep into the ground with their wands.

"Wan' a closer look?" Hagrid asked Madame Maxime excitedly. I watched the pair of them move right up to the fence.

Leo had decided it would be a good idea to try and beat up the dragon keepers with a hammer.

"Leo, what the Hades? Stop- no!" I hissed. "Stay. Put."

He glared at me. "But-"

"No. We came here to watch Harry, gather info and report back to Annabeth. Do you want an angry Annabeth after you? 'Cause I sure don't. "

Leo grumbled and we moved closer to where Hagrid was talking to a wizard.

"All right, Hagrid?" the wizard was saying, panting. "They should be okay now - we put them out with a Sleeping Draft on the way here, thought it might be better for them to wake up in the dark and the quiet - but, like you saw, they weren't happy, not happy at all -"

"What breeds you got here, Charlie?" said Hagrid, gazing at the closest dragon, the black one, with something chose to reverence. Its eyes were still just open. I could see a strip of gleaming yellow beneath its wrinkled black eyelid.

"This is a Hungarian Horntail," said the man I now recognised as Charlie Weasley. "There's a Common Welsh Green over there, the smaller one - a Swedish Short-Snout, that blue-gray - a Peruvian Vipertooth, the brown and red - and a Chinese Fireball, that's the crimson."

Charlie looked around; Madame Maxime was strolling away around the edge of the enclosure, gazing at the stunned dragons.

"I didn't know you were bringing her, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning. "The champions aren't supposed to know what's coming - she's bound to tell her student, isn't she?"

"Jus' thought she'd like ter see 'em," shrugged Hagrid, still gazing, enraptured, at the dragons.

"Really romantic date, Hagrid," said Charlie, shaking his head.

"Five..." said Hagrid, "so it's one fer each o' the champions, is it? What've they gotta do - fight 'em?"

"Just get past them, I think," said Charlie. "We'll be on hand if it gets nasty, Extinguishing Spells at the ready. They wanted nesting mothers, I don't know why...but I tell you this, I don't envy the one who gets the Horntail. Vicious thing. Its back end's as dangerous as its front, look."

Charlie pointed toward the Horntail's tail, and I saw long, bronze-colored spikes protruding along it every few inches.

Five of Charlie's fellow keepers staggered up to the Horntail at that moment, carrying a clutch of huge granite-gray eggs between them in a blanket. They placed them carefully at the Horntail's side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing.

"I've got them counted, Hagrid," said Charlie sternly. Then he said, "How's Harry?"

"Fine," said Hagrid. He was still gazing at the eggs.

"Just hope he's still fine after he's faced this lot," said Charlie grimly, looking out over the dragons' enclosure. "I didn't dare tell Mum what he's got to do for the first task; she's already having kittens about him..." Charlie imitated his mother's anxious voice. "'How could they let him enter that tournament, he's much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit!' She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. 'He still cries about his parents! Oh bless him, I never knew!'"

I scowled. I would have thought Mrs. Weasley would have known better. I heard Harry depart and nudged Leo. We walked back up to the castle.

Im sorry that this chapter was crap, i dont know when I'll update, I've been really unmotivated lately and gods, i dont know. it'll be a while, see you then.