Book One-Chapter Six

My Amnesic Boyfriend Slams Into Me While Singing The Hallelujah Chorus




"Let's begin," the old man who I now knew as 'Dumbly-dore' said gravely.
I raised my eyebrows. "Begin what? Begin flying? Begin writing check marks on people's foreheads? Be specific!"
I heard the gangly boy with flaming red hair mutter to the boy with glasses, "I like 'em feisty!"
I glared at him, and put up my fists, feeling satisfied when he held up his hands in surrender.
Dumbly-dore didn't seem to be aware of what just happened. "I don't expect any of you to remember what I said tonight, so I will dismiss you with a couple of words that will keep you awake for many nights."
All the demigods looked at him skeptically. I think I was the only one who was feeling clammy.
Dumbly-dore contunued, "Apophis and Voldemort are being recruited by Porphyrion and his giants.
He waited for a reaction. Travis muttered, "Cricket, cricket.
Thalia silently stepped on his foot.
"Tthat really hurt, Thalia, you shouldn't do that, bad girl, very bad girl.
Thalia punched him in the nose, and it started bleeding. Everyone took one step away from Travis: "Ketchup's coming from my nose! Nooooo!"
Dumbly-dore frowned. "Very well. I can see that you are not very awake, so I will continue this in the morning. Meet me in myu office at 10:00."
Slowly, that absent-minded boy who cahnged Jason into a matchbox raised his hand and squeaked, "What about me?"
This time, McGonagall spoke. "You will come to my class, and work on turning goblets into matchboxes. I will make sure to bring some protective gear.
Dumbly-dore nodded at McGonagall. "I'm sure the knight in front of my office will do... Anyone care for a lemon drop? It helps you sleep better."
Travis covered his mouth, bit I could still hear him whisper, "Awkward silence."
We stood looking at Dumbly-dore apprehensively.
Suddenly, we heard the sound of breaking glass cracking open. Someone screamed like a girl, and it seemed like there was also an old lady singing the Hallelujah Chorus.
I was knocked flat on the floor. Then, I looked up.
"Percy?"

Book One-Chapter Five

Me and My Broomstick Sing in Perfect Harmony

I was having the best time of my life. Fresh cold air that would make my nose fall off if I stayed outside any longer? Awesome.

That charming old broomstick who was singing ‘We’re All in a Yellow Submarine’, and the fact that I was in Jupiter/Zeus’s domain? Wonderful.

As soon as the broomstick sensed my distress, it started to ‘sing’ (more like croak) a lullaby. I don’t think it worked too well.

Surprisingly, no lightning bolts zapped me or came shooting towards me.

It was like I had my own personal shield. I doubted that it was the broomstick.

All of a sudden, I felt like I was going through a wall of water. Energy flowed into me and my sore backside. Everything moved in slow motion.

Once we passed through, I was in a completely different place.

Instead of an abandoned old shack, there was a magnificent castle in sight. Just as I was enjoying the breeze, the broomstick went ballistic. It started making random somersaults and believe me, I have never been on a roller coaster.

The broomstick also started rapidly singing meaningless songs, and out of all the music there was in the world, it had to be the Hallelujah Chorus.

A really big window (how descriptive of me) came zooming in view, and… I crashed through it. I’ve never felt this experience before either. So, I did everything in my power: I screamed. (If my Roman friends ever saw this, they would murder me.)

Me and the broomstick probably sounded awesome together.

I hurtled through the now broken window and immediately slammed into someone. I looked up in a daze. “Annabeth?”

Book 1-Chapter 4

My Amnesic Boyfriend Slams Into Me While Saying Hallelujah

“Let’s begin,” the old man whom I now knew as Dumbledore said gravely. I raised my eyebrows. “Begin what? Begin flying? Begin doing random jumping jacks? Begin writing big red check marks on people’s foreheads? Be specific!”

I heard the gangly boy with red hair mutter to the boy in glasses, “I like ‘em feisty!”

I glared at him and put my fists up, feeling satisfied when he held up is hands in surrender.

Dumbledore didn’t seem to be aware of what just happened. “I don’t expect any of you to remember what I said tonight, so I will dismiss you with a couple of words that will keep you awake for many nights.”

All the demigods looked at him skeptically. I think I was the only one who was feeling clammy.

Dumbledore continued. “Voldemort and Apophis are being recruited by Porphyrion and his giants.”

He waited for a reaction. Travis muttered, “Cricket, cricket.”

Thalia silently stepped on his foot.

“That really hurt, Thalia, you shouldn’t do that, bad girl, very bad girl.”

Thalia punched him in the nose, and it started bleeding. Everyone took one step away from Travis: “Ketchup’s coming from my nose! Noooo!”

Dumbledore frowned. “Very well. I can see that you are not awake, so I will continue this in the morning. Meet me in my office at 10:00 a.m.”

Slowly, that absent-minded boy who changed Jason into a matchbox raised his hand and squeaked, “What about me?”

This time, McGonagall answered. “You will come to my class, and work on turning goblets into matchboxes. I will make sure to bring some protective gear.”

Dumbledore nodded at her. “I’m sure the knight in front of my office will do… Anyone care for a lemon drop? They help you sleep.”

Travis covered his mouth, but I heard him whisper, “Awkward silence.”

We stood looking at Dumbledore apprehensively. Suddenly, we heard the sound of glass cracking open. Someone screamed like a girl, and it seemed like an old lady was singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

I was knocked flat on the floor. Then, I looked up. “Percy?”

THIS IS NOT A

You might wanna know this:

Kronos, Cronos, Cronus = Saturn

Tarturus = Teritus

Set = Seth

Porphyrion = [Well, it's also a planet--er--moon orbiting Saturn (no, no, no, not the mythology one, the science one), hence, the name]

Mimas = Very bad giant

Alcyoneus = Another very bad giant

Aloadae = Two twin giants that imprisoned Ares

Polybotes = Another another another very bad giant

Alpos = A Silician giant that was slain by Camp Half-Blood's director (can you imagine????).

Anax = Lydian giant, probably related to the Lydian drakon

Asterius = Asterious

Cacus, Kakos = Fire-breathing giant (like Enceladus) slain by Hercules/Heracles

Elatreus = Another another another another very bad giant that was slain by Apollo/Phoebus Apollo/Apollo*
*Romans also called him that.

-Person 11

Book 1-Chapter 3

I Finally Get that Laptop I Wished For


Percy


          “AHHH!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I was being dragged into Tar-- Teritus by Kro-- Saturn. And yes, I do know that Saturn is dead.
        All right, back to my doom. As I said, I was falling into an endless pit of darkness. As you know, I was trying to resist him... by holding to handfuls of gravel, hoping that gravity would do its work. To my surprise, gravity was not the supreme force of the universe. Guess what happened next? I fell into the death pit.
          When I was falling down, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. A bunch of random stuff was falling past me and bonking me on the head, like a flying pig. (Yes! I’ll finally get that laptop!)
          Finally, I landed on my bed in the Roman camp. For no apparent reason, I walked to my door and opened it. Somehow, it magically turned into a window. There was also a broomstick flying in front of it. Wait, a flying broomstick? My mom must be really mad at me. Anyways, I leaned forward and fell onto the broomstick. Then, I woke up, tangled in my bedsheets. I squirmed out of my covers. Once I got out, I looked down. No wonder it took forever to get out of my sheets.
          I was wearing a traveling jacket and jeans, and new Nike sneakers that I never knew existed.
          I self-consciously patted my head and realized that I was wearing a baseball cap.
          I frowned, seeing the Mets logo. I took a Sharpie and crossed it out.
          To my surprise, the Mets logo disappeared, and the baseball cap turned into a regular cap.
          I took a step forward and fell flat on my face.I had tripped on something bulky. It turned out to be a backpack.  Inside, there was all the stuff I needed for a long trip.
          I picked it up, and slung it over my shoulder.
          Remembering my dream, I walked towards my window, and as I expected, there was a flying broomstick, waving for me. I silently jumped on it, and the broomstick lifted me into the air, and flew into the dark night.

Book 1-Chapter 2

We Welcome a Matchbox with Blond Hair into Hogwarts

Harry

     Dumbledore banged his spoon on his cup. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up.

     “This year,” he began, “We will be having some foreign students from America. They should be here… right now.”

     As soon as he finished, there was a loud knock on the door. Dumbledore casually flicked his wand, and the oak doors creaked open. A small group of kids wearing parkas filed in, one after another.

     Dumbledore smiled. “I expect we all welcome our guests.” His gaze lingered on Slytherin, who, by the looks of it, were thinking of new insults and pranks.

     As if the old ones didn’t work as well, I thought as I gingerly touched my still bruised ribs, wincing. At least Hermione made them all grow tree roots out of their ears.

     Ron yawned. “This is so bloody boring. Wake me up when it’s over.” With that, he slumped on the table, asleep.

     Hermione frowned disapprovingly at Ron, than slapped him across the face.

     Ron grumbled. “I thought that you were saving that for Malfoy.”

     Hermione frown deepened. “Ron,” she scolded, “These visitors may be the key to surviving the wizarding world.”
     Ron sighed, and accidentally dipped his heat into the persimmon pudding.

     I snorted.
You should be glad that you didn’t start snoring. The rest of us wouldn’t be able to sleep for two months.”

     Ron ruffled his hand in his now sticky hair. “Blimey, I don’t snore that loudly, do I?”

     “Now, remember that these visitors may be the key to surviving the wizarding world,” Dumbledore said.

     Hermione shot Ron a look. “See, I told you!” she hissed.

     Suddenly, Neville burst into the Great Hall, and silently slid into the seat next to me.

     “Guess what?” he whispered excitedly. “I finally know how to turn a goblet into a matchbox! Look!”

     I groaned. This was not going to have very good results. I was right.

     Neville pointed his wand two inches from the goblet. “Bracin-match!”

     Hermione covered her face. “It’s supposed to be Bracain-matsh!” she groaned.

     A beam of white light shot out of Neville’s wand, and reflected off of the goblet. Unfortunately, the visitors just happened to pass by. The light hit a boy tin a blue coat. Consequently, the boy turned remarkably smaller and squarer. He turned into a matchbox with blond hair.
           “--Welcome to Hogwarts!” Dumbledore finished grandly. He then looked in the direction where everyone was gaping openly at; where the Slytherins were smirking, and where Neville Longbottom stared at a matchbox in horror.
           “Oh,” Dumbledore said, and swept off the podium. He waved his wand, and the matchbox changed back into the boy in the blue coat.
           I heard Lavender gasp beside me, as she saw his blond hair and blue eyes. I wasn’t surprised that her smile faltered as she saw the girl in the blue coat hug him. She muttered something like “‘Jason’.”
           Jason rose to his knees dignitally, and coughed... fire. Dumbledore waved his wand again, extingushing the fire. “Minor side effect,” he said dismissively. He then announced that everyone go back to their common rooms. I stood up, ready to go to the Gryffindor common room, when Dumbledore called out, “Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, please stay for a moment.”
           Hermione looked at Dumbledore and the visitors curiously.
           Then, Professor McGonnagal interrupted. “Neville Longbottom, stay as well.” Neville started biting his lip nervously.
           All the other students filed out of the Great Hall, shooting skeptical glances at the remaining students. Finally, once everyone else was gone, Dumbledore looked straight at the girl with stormy gray eyes. (She had taken off her hood).
           The girl met Dumbledore’s piercing blue gaze steadily. For about a second, lightning seemed to shoot between them.
           At last, Dumbledore nodded, and said, “Let’s begin.”     

Book 1-Chapter 1

I Steal Crazy Lady Bellatrix’s Stick

Annabeth

     It was a pretty normal day on the Argo II. You know, Mr. D was away, so no campers (namely, the Hermes’ cabin) that were misbehaving were being turned into a scraggly shrub of some sort. Aphrodite’s campers (except for Piper) were checking out their reflections and gossiping away. Pollux, the only member of the Dionysus cabin was over at the strawberry fields, making our fruit grow, blah, blah, blah.

     So there I was, innocently studying some blueprints when Jason tapped me on the shoulder. “Annabeth? Hello?”

     “Huh?” I muttered listlessly.

     “ANNABETH!”

     I sighed and looked up, annoyed. “Please, make it quick.”

     “Broomsticks aren’t supposed to fly, are they?” Jason pointed to some figures riding on…flying broomsticks. I blinked hard. They were still there.

     “Ooookay, since when did broomsticks fly?” I wondered out loud.

     Leo withdrew his head from a supply closet he was making. “Annabeth,” he snorted. “C’mon. Don’t be ridiculous. Broomsticks cannot fly. Only those mortal fairy tails with those witches that have a wart on their big noses had flying broomsticks.”

     I pointed out the specks. “Well, that rule never applied to those brooms.”

     Suddenly, Piper dove to the side of the Argo II. The tree that was behind her was hit by a blazing streak of blood-red light, setting it on fire.

     The camp burst into complete pandemonium. Drew and the rest of Aphrodite’s campers at the lake screamed, scooped up their makeup kits, and dashed for the safety of their cabin. Almost everyone else started running in meaningless circles, screaming, “WE’RE ABOUT TO DIE!”

     “That is NOT supposed to be possible!” Leo yelled. I was probably screaming the same thing, for the people in cloaks (I could see them clearly now) had crossed Thalia’s pine tree.

     I saw everyone that was remaining in the central green get engaged by a hooded figure. That, unfortunately included me.   

     I was slammed into the ground by a person that sounded like an insane lady. I looked up, and found myself staring into a grotesque, silver, mask. Weird cackles were being issued from behind it.

     Somehow, I managed to squirm from the hands that were gripping me. I only managed to draw my knife when the crazy lady pulled out a stick. A stick? I didn’t have time to ponder it, though, because the lady shrieked something like ‘Crucio’. I didn’t have time to dodge it, so guess what? Naturally, it hit me.

     I felt like there was a billion—no, trillion swords being stabbed into me. I guessed that this is what it felt like to bathe in the River Styx (from what Percy told me, anyways), maybe even worse. Black spots danced in front of my eyes.

     When I regained control of my senses, I was flat on my back on the ground. The woman that I was supposedly ‘dueling’ (although I wasn’t exactly doing a good job) was laughing hysterically above me.

     “Not so cocky, now, are you?”

     What? I was never cocky! I thought. I staggered to my feet, and nearly fell back down again. “Who are you?” I asked. My voice sounded extremely small.

     “I? I’m the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant, Bellatrix!”

     “Okay?” So: I knew three things about my opponent now, one, that she was insane/mad, and number two, her name was Bellatrix, third, she was a ‘Dark Lord’s’ servant. Not so helpful to me.

     I was so distracted and nauseous from pain that I barely noticed another jet of red light flying towards me at breakneck speed. I only managed to stumble out of the way. The beam narrowly missed Jason, who was fighting another hooded meanie. It almost set his hair on fire.

     Insane Bellatrix was sending a bunch of colorful beams of light after me. I just rolled on the ground under them, and slashed at her hand that was holding the stick. Now, I know that Celestial bronze doesn’t harm mortals, but I was so desperate right now that I didn’t really care.

     But guess what? It actually hurt her hand. I was probably as surprised as she was, but I recovered faster. While she was staring in disbelief at her bloody hand, I silently scooped up her stick that had caused so much trouble, and made a run for it, towards the woods.

     An enraged scream behind me told me that Crazy Bellatrix had found out what I had done, and I broke into a sprint. I managed to reach the woods before her. I guessed that I was safe now, since I knew the woods better than her. I dashed toward Bunker 9 to hide it in a tree or something there. My question was: Who were these people that had attacked us, and how did they find Camp Half-Blood and passed the boundaries?  

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