A/N Back sooner than you thought folks! Why? Summer holidays have nothing to do in them.
readingqueen811: You got it! New chapter is up!
Juli Beawr: They really should shouldn't they? Also, in that evening they were in their barracks, which Dumbledore has yet to find the location of so they can cuss as much as they want in their barracks.
References I used were Xanazumaki's Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess Abridged Series. You should know by now, dutiful reader that I am an obsessive Legend of Zelda fan.
Zant: My kidney's speak to me, but I don't speak Spanish :D.
Second reference was from ProtonJonSA's interview with Let's PLay Catchphrases when he tells a story of how he, NCS, JoshJepson and Chuggaconroy were doing a group LP so they were staying over at the same place, he woke up and Chuggaconroy and Josh were laughing at something together and he said in a snide voice 'Awwww, you two look adorable.' And then Chugga threw something hard at his face nearly giving him a black eye. By now, you should definitely know I am a gamer girl.

Zant: Incy, the flying catapult monkey and I wanted to wish you a happy Julianuary and tell you that Frostpuppy does not own the following franchises, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. Personally I don't see what so great about them, they seem rather narcissistic, naming a whole franchise after one's self. I'm not narcissistic at all! I'm just ADHD ... And bipolar, have multiple personalities, depressed, psychotic and OCD. At least I think that's all. Incy, do you think frosted puppies taste good? You know I ate a puppy animal cracker in kindergarten. Was bit crunchy though.

Midna: That was my puppy. My LIVE puppy I brought in for show and tell. YOU SHOVED IT DOWN YOUR THROAT AND ATE IT.

Zant: It was a smashing good puppy though I have to admit. Frosted puppies now seems like a delicacy I simply must try! Oh Frostpuppy~!

Me: O_O I'm going to GTFO now.

Awkward Lunch Hour.

Nico

Honestly, Percy chokes to death at the most inconvenient of times.
We were in the Great Hall, seated as far away from the teacher table as possible trying to shrink underneath each teacher's radar, which was impossible with just the three of us. Lunch was devoid of sound in a rather awkward silence other than the occasional clanging sound of forks dropping and knives picking at slices of meat, when Percy decides to wolf down his lunch after looking at us enquiringly, to which we gave a brief nod of approval of the food, which was deemed as 'edible' since Hagrid's dismal sausages.

'Do you Brits have any extra salt?'

His voice must've echoed a good fifteen times before a thirty-something witch with tan and brown robes and a purple belt wearing jade earrings with stringy orange blonde ringlets in a high ponytail cleared her throat, which also echoed and levitated a salt shaker over to him as the teachers watched in more awkward silence. The teacher in question looked kindly at us and didn't seem to want to scorn us for wearing modern clothes, thank you very much. Which was more than what Sallow Skin could say. As soon as he caught sight of Thalia (who was leading us into the Great Hall) he looked like he wanted to burn our casual wear off right then and there and dress us up in mono-coloured wizard robe curtains. Which would have been embarrassing if he did it in front of the other teachers.
The salt shaker had come with a note reading 'I'm Charity Burbage'. I assume that meant the witch who gave the salt to us and not the salt itself and I gave her a little wave. At least someone was welcoming, other than Hagrid, who was looking like he was quite unsure of himself, wondering why the other teachers were so, well ... cold and awkward.

Several seconds of nauseating eating sounds later, Dumbledore himself enters the Great Hall, humming a merry tune and with ... you guessed it. A twinkle in his eyes. I narrowed my own eyes at this. Doesn't the man ever stop acting cheerful? It isn't like i'm pessimistic and want everyone to be miserable or anything, but he just seemed to be too happy with that sparkle in his eye. The Underworld wasn't exactly filled with sparkles and sunshine after all. Unless you're in Elysium, but even then natural sunshine is hard to come by. It was more dark underground tunnels with stalactites dripping with the tears of the damned, fiery pits of hell, screaming, hellhounds, anguish, Dante's Inferno kind of thing. With various 'special' punishments here and there in the Fields of Punishment. And forever wandering, identity-less depressive spirits, devoid of any real life that occasionally jabber nonsense in the Fields of Asphodel. So excuse me if I found his bloody twinklingeyes a little disturbing and suspicious. Maybe it was Underworld Paranoia finally catching up to me. I think I'll make this a new demigod/god occupational hazard mental illness and call it UP.

'Ah! I see you've successfully managed to be punctual for lunch in the Great Hall after all! It seems Argus now owes me 20 sickles.'

Everyone remained relatively silent save for Percy, who was wolfing down a fish. Does that count as, I dunno treason? Should the son of Poseidon really be eating Poseidon's subjects? Stupid ADHD pay attention to the old senile idiot up front.

'Now, as I'm sure, the staff are eager to learn your names as you must be eager to learn ours,'

Personally, the staff looked anything BUT eager. They looked suspicious, curious, like they were doubting the Headmaster's sanity letting in a group of brats lead by a Seaweed Brain and Pine Tree turned girl whose looks simply screamed REBELLIOUS TROUBLE MAKING KIDS, APPROACH WITH CAUTION AND BE GENEROUS WITH DETENTIONS. Others just looked at their food with drooling mouths like they just really wanted to eat, but had more manners then a certain Kelp Head.

'As you know, my name is Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of this school. The other teachers and staff you may meet in your ... unusual schedules include Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor house and Transfiguration teacher, Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin house and Potion's Master and teacher, Professor Flitwick, Head of Ravenclaw house and Charms teacher, Professor Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff and Herbology teacher, Professor Moody, Defence against the Dark Arts teacher and former auror, Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts and Care for Magical Creatures professor, Professor Babbling (1) Ancient Runes professor, Professor Burbage, Muggle Studies Professor, Madame Hooch, Quidditch Referee and Instructor, Professor Sinistra, Astrology teacher, Professor Vector, Armithmancy teacher, and currently absent here, Professor Binns, History of Magic teacher, Professor Trelawney, Divinations teacher, Madame Pomfrey, School nurse, Madame Pince, Librarian, and Argus Filch, our Caretaker. Now may I ask you to introduce yourselves?'

During this introductory speech Dumblybore had gestured to each of the teachers, but my stupid ADHD brain lost interest in a minute and began labeling the teachers myself. 'Strict Looking (censored), Sallow Skin, Munchkin, Witch of the North If She Was Homeless, Cyborg we shouldn't take chances with, Friendly Giant Who should be Banned from Cooking, Spindly Stick, Salt Shaker, Eagle Lady, Extra Baggage, and Don't Let Near Cake.'
Just then, in his hurry to speak and introduce us, Percy tried to talk through half the fish, bones and all in his mouth. He coughs uncontrollably and veryloud, sorry did I say loud? I meant ear splitting. He's hacking his poor lungs out onto the table, splattering fish guts everywhere and he even spits out blood. I never thought I'd see that red liquid from him ever again ever since the bath in the Styx. Thalia thumps on his back violently with her arm, slamming his head to the table by (I'm not so convinced) accident and Percy hacks up a troublesome fish eyeball from his throat, catching it in his palm with a grin. (A/N HP snitch moment anyone?)

'So you'rethe (censored) asshole that made me choke!'

Laughing our asses off for the last thirty seconds as Percy chucked the eyeball over his shoulder, I looked up at the staff table and the laughter dies in my throat. It's obvious the teachers are not amused. Especially this sallow skinned guy who's looking at us as if he wanted to skin us alive. It was the same look Persephone gave me before turning me into a dandelion. Now that was not pleasant. Seeing as how this was a magical wizard's world, I didn't want to think what that guy would turn me into. He didn't seem to have a fetish for plants so I think he might turn me into a leech or something. Eeuck.

'I'd appreciate it, if you refrain from such vulgar language at a childrensschool.' he hissed.

'They'd learn it eventually anyway' Thalia muttered, unheard by most. Unfortunately I think Sallow Skin heard her as he gave us a dirty look.

'Nico DiAngelo, fourteen'

I decided to interrupt this match of wills as it could lead us to trouble and Thalia was now busy chastising Percy on carelessly chucking discarded eyeballs over his shoulder, despite the now veryawkward situation we found ourselves in. I didn't bother with fancy made up titles which the wizards seemed to be obsessive over as I couldn't exactly introduce myself as the son of Hades thanks to Hecate.

'Thalia, first lieutenant, and fifteen.'

... Okay Thalia could have that title. It didn't give too much away I hoped. But it was typical of a child of Zeus to want to have her authority and power understood. So I won't tell her off this time. At least it wasn't as bad as the ... letter.

'Percy Jackson, sixteen'

Percy finished. He added a slight bow which I guess was to make up for his appalling manners. Too late Percy, first impressions are waaaay past and I think I could already point out three teachers who wanted him expelled within the next second if not sooner.

'What is your blood status?' Sallow Skin asked.

'Pardon?'

'Severus I highly doubt that information is necessary' addressed the Strict (censored).

'I am asking for their sake Minerva, Slytherin House will not take kindly to Muggleborns and they should be warned' He leered pointedly at Percy as if he just anted an excuse to keep him away from his precious house.

'Halfbloods sir,' Thalia replied, with an implied "duh."

Sallow Skin looked like he wanted to strangle a puppy because he didn't have an excuse to keep us away from his racist and prejudiced house. A cute puppy. As if we'd want to be within forty feet of him or his brainwashed, snot nosed, magic goddess spawn.

'Now as I'm sure you know the special privelages these exchange students have, if you are unsure, I have the original request for these privillages posted on my office wall-'

'Headmaster I highly advise you to revise those privelages,' Sallow Skin muttered darkly.

'The highly revered Lady Hecatare has requested that we accept these students for the year, and I have graciously accepted. I hope to count on the support of all of the staff behind my decisions' He paused, as if to say 'because in case you've forgotten I'm Headmaster and will have you court martia- sorry, fired, if you disagree with me' with that bloody twinkle in his eye for effect.
'And join me in welcoming them for a productive school year!'

'If you have any problems catching up with studies, be sure to confide in my staff as I'm sure they will assist you in any way possible, so long as it's legal of course.' He seemed to chuckle at an inside joke.

'Thanks sir,' Percy said, as he slumped back down in his seat.

'Well, that concludes my part in this meeting. I'll be off collecting my twenty sickles now.'
And Dumblybore strode off in all his glamour. Taking his twinkling eyes with him. Thank. Hades.

Finishing our lunch, on our way back to the barracks, it was clear the Headmaster didn't quite trust us as much as he let on, as we had to shake no less than five tails off on our way there. Strict (censored) who made the excuse of heading to the teacher's lounge when we confronted her, Cat Hobo, who scat as soon as I gave a good kick to stalker number three, the bloody monster itself. Then there was the guy you probably shouldn't let near another cake if you want your floor to stay intact, who also said he was headed to the teacher's lounge. When stalker five, who was Sallow Skin himself herded us around a corner and made it clear he didn't agree with our so called privelages before muttering something about the teacher's lounge, which I doubt took up enough room to be the on four different floors we lost them on, we figured that we weren't quite trusted. Once we finally gave a good kick to Jean, made sure the coast was clear and were back into the safety of sound proof walls and the door was shut, I collapsed onto our collection of sofas, cushions and armchairs with a,

'Thank Gods that's over. (censored)'

There was a collective '(censored) yeah!' air as our refrain from swearing since that warning had our tongues itching the entire way back here.

'Can't they take a little strong language? They had no idea what I wanted to say to some of them giving us dirty looks' Thalia muffled out behind a cushion she was swearing profusely in, letting out her pent up words of wisdom.

After that dismal lunch, none of us was in any mood to study again ever. So we threw paper planes out of the astronomy tower with vulgar words written all over them. Except for the mighty daughter of Zeus that is, who told us she had better things to do and sat in the corner of the tower sharpening a stick. The planes then became 'Incendio' target practice when we were told to clean up the trash.

'So,' Thalia said, as she burst another paper plane into flames with a far too happy look in her eyes as she did so.

'How're we going to make sure this great prophecy concerning some celebrity brat goes as planned?'

'Well,' I started, flicking my wand without speaking at a few scraps of paper we missed, which promptly flew up in a blaze.
'We could set up posts in each of the dormitories to monitor any ill intent to the kid-'

'Nico, his enemies are all runts with sticks, what's the worst they could do?'

'Okay then, what dangers threaten the kid anyway first lieutenant' I asked mockingly.

'Well, unlike some, I actually read up a bit about this kid and got some extra advice from Annabeth this morning using the owl I got from Hecate, Annabeth says it's a Great Grey and says 'Hi!' Kelp Head by the way, and turns out some Dark wizard everyone calls You Know Who-'

'Sorry, I don't know who' Percy said, clearly confused.

'You Know Who is what they're calling the Dark Wizard because apparently his name is taboo or something Seaweed Brain!' Thalia narrowly missed his head with an Incendio, lighting the grass on fire, which of course I had to stamp out as the two continued walking as if nothing had happened and had to catch up.

'-point is, he's from Slytherin himself and is out to get him, have you been listening Nico? You're converse look singed.'

'No, I was putting out someone's careless fire-'

'Well listen next time! Annabeth says Hecate's going to get in trouble with Zeus because Athena worked out Hecate's secret world. Athena's threatening to confront Hecate at the next big Olympian meeting in front of Zeus and it's only thanks to Annabeth that she hasn't told Zeus yet. She was arguing with Hecate last night' She quietened, murmuring something I couldn't hear, but I think I heard the word 'dream' somewhere. So Thalia had a demigod dream huh? Bummer, I dreamt about eating pizza with Bianca.

'So we have a new deadline for this quest?' I asked

'Yup, we have to nullify the threat by the nightfall of the third of July, that's when the school year ends coincidentally.' Thalia said.

'What I was telling Percy was this dark wizard guy, which all of the books refuse to call by name for some reason. I owled Annabeth to find out his name actually.' She paused at our raised eyebrows.

'Owled?'

'Well what was I supposed to call it? I didn't exactly have a drachma on me at the time!'

'Anyway, it's thanks to her extensive research that I learned his name's actually Voldemort, formerly Tom Riddle who attended this school some fifty years ago in Slytherin. So I was thinking we should have someone posted in Slytherin, seeing as we're not banned from any of the dormitories.'

For some reason everyone looked expectantly at me.

'What?'

'Well, apparently, Slytherin doesn't exactly like the famous Harry Potter and because Percy somewhat resembles him, as pointed out by Hagrid this morning, he's not the best choice. And Snake guy seems to already hate him. The only one with least teacher grudges seems to be you DiAngelo. I certainly can't stay with the snake brats as I'll be too disgusted by them and ... I don't do underground. It's too much like Hade's domain and their dorm rooms and common room are under the lake. Meaning underground, meaning no go.'

That took a few moments to sink in.

'So you want me to be posted in Slytherin? You'll owe me Thalia. Big time.' I warned.

'I'll buy you fifty cheeseburgers when we get back to American civilisation'

'And a ticket to Disneyland?' I raised my eyebrow at this. Did she really think I had a shred of my childhood left other than Mythomagic?

'... What do you want?' She finally caved in, running out of ideas and asked.

'Canyoufinallyforgivemeforlas tnightnottrytokillusanymore?' I blurted out. Finally getting that nauseating fear that had been haunting me since waking up finding Thalia still in a bad mood giving us dirty looks that screamed 'STILL DON'T FORGIVE YOU (censored) FOR LAST NIGHT' out of my system.
'...And Percy' I added as an after thought. Hey, he might have been a stupid Kelp Head and always will be, but he didn't deserve Thalia's wrath.
Surprisingly, she threw back her head and laughed!

'That's all? Sure DiAngelo and Percy, you're off the hook ... for now.' She added, still smirking.

'I'll still throw in the fifty cheeseburgers. The ones they have here are all dry and miss that American touch.'

TIME SKIP~!

'I can still sleep here right?'

We finished burning all our paper planes, which had flown all across the school grounds and even into the furthest reaches of Hogsmead, the wizard village outside of the school.

'Like, I don't have to pack my bags and stay forever under the lake do I?'

'Course not' Thalia replied.

'You just have to stay there a majority of the time. Like come back on weekends, every three days, or something like that. Keep tabs on the Slytherins.'
'What do i tell them if they ask about me associating with people like you?'

They gave me dirty looks and I shrugged.

'You know their gonna ask. You're a bit weird to normal mortals you know. Before I knew I was one of you I honestly thought you were freaks breaking me out of school to join up as a street performer group or something'

'I'm going to pretend you didn't say that' Thalia dropped into her chair.

'Oh look, a newspaper,'

'Just say that you put up with us when we were Hecate or something' Percy supplied.

'Uh-huh.'

'Apparently there were guys who eat death at the Quidditch world cup about a week ago.' Thalia said, reading the paper.

'So, where are we going to sit when the brats arrive?'

'Together obviously, and wherever we want to'

'Guys,'

'Do we go to the same classes or split up each day and meet back at meals?'

'Split up, we get more coverage that way. Keep in contact using Iris messages.'

'Guys~'

'How bout night patrols? Do we do that? We have permission to go out after hours now, not like camp curfew where if you went out after lights out you were fed to harpies'

'Oh yeah, they nearly got Annabeth, Grover and I when we snuck out for the Sea of Monsters quest'

'GUYS!'

We stopped discussing our tactics for tomorrow when Thalia yanked both our ears to her mouth and screamed at us.

'YOW!'

'Owowowow Thalia!'

'Listen!' She smacked our heads with the paper and read aloud with a new determination.

'On the twenty second of August a group of Death Eaters struck terror in the hearts of witches and wizards attending the four hundred and twenty second Quidditch World Cup Finals. Death Eaters are notorious supporters of You Know Who, and it is confirmed that these are not imposter Death Eaters pulling some childish prank, as that very evening, the Dark Mark was cast upon the sky, marking the death of some fifty two wizards and witches who were unlucky enough to have perished in the rioting flames, stampeding crowd or hit by the Killing Curse.'

'Wait, Death Eaters? Who came up with that name? you can't eat Death' I scoffed, imagining Thanatos being slow roasted by a spit fork as a group of shadowy ritual-happy wizards fought over who was getting a wing.

'Seriously Di Angelo? That's all that got through?'

'No, no, I got the other stuff too don't worry.'

'Seriously though Thals, you gotta admit it's a pretty weird name.'

'Critisim granted and approved'

'So it seems that the threat we have to deal with has supporters causing trouble huh? This could be a bad sign that the other side is getting more power.'

'That you for that Captain Obvious' I rolled my eyes at Percy.

'There's one more story I want to tell you, earlier this evening, Alastor 'Mad Eye' Moody had a minor skimrish disturbance at his living quarters. his charmed anti-intruder bins had been making a fuss and Amos Diggory and Arthur Weasley are being sent in to assist the ex-Auror, and are yet to report back.'

There as a moment of silence as we realised there was one very expert stalker that had not been stalking us. Cyborg. We knew he was exemplary at seeing past the Mist thanks to his mechanical eye, so he would be the prime spy to have watching us, yet we hadn't seen him all day since lunch.

'Why do you think he left? It's obvious the Headmaster doesn't fully trust us yet, so why send away your top stalker unless it was something urgent? More important than suspicious exchange students recommended by the goddess of magic of various wizarding titles herself?' Thalia whispered.

'Good point, it was curiously easy getting away from all this magical attention compared with yesterday's trouble.' Percy added

'So where is he now?'

We sat in silence, wondering what possibly could have caused such a key character such as Moody to have left in such a hurry, and not yet return.

'Well, no use worrying about it now, the school students get here tomorrow, we should probably rest while we still have the chance.' I announced, wanting to get used to the time zone before we get a repeat of last night's incident.

'Right, no staying up this night. Get to sleep'

'Yes sir ma'am lieutenant.' I grumbled.

'Light's out.'

Okay, so I realised as I was writing this that the Harry Potter verse would need to take place during present times, as the Percy Jackson series takes place kind of presently, as shown by Rick Riordan writing about Percy's Pillow pet in Son of Neptune and other such references.

(1) I actually looked up the staff of Hogwarts to get all their names, The Ancient Runes professor never had their name mentioned but apparently JK Rowling confirmed the name on her site or something. I try to look into stuff that I write to get it right/cannon. Like the estimated day the end of term is.

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