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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.”