Heroes of Olympus...At Hogwarts?!

Welcome To Camp *cue piano*

Whoever tells me where the title is from will get a shoutout at the end of the book!

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RON'S POV

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This Camp Half-Blood place was brilliantly awesome. As we drew closer, I didn't see anything that stood out. In fact, I wouldn't have known we were there if Percy hadn't yelled, "There it is!" Suddenly, where there were just plain old strawberry fields, there was a vast expanse of snow-less land, whereas everywhere else had snow, with oddly decorated cabins, an arena, several different sports fields, and a... wall that was spewing out... lava?

We landed. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and I practically kissed the ground as soon as we jumped off our winged horse things (my legs were so sore from riding them; how was everyone else perfectly fine?). We saw an array of about a dozen people coming near us. "Sup guys. These are the Ambassadors of the Wizarding People. This is Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry," Percy said, pointing to each of us as he spoke.

"Guys, this is Nyssa, Harley, Travis and Connor, Sherman, Katie, Austin, Malcolm, Drew, Clarisse, and Jake." he then told us, pointing to each of the people before us. (I added some ToA bcuz I ran out of people. No other ToA references, I promise)

Thereafter, a centaur came forward. That was the only thing I wasn't shocked about. I mean, we had one for a divination teacher, so... yeah. At least that's one common thing us wizards and demigods have.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I am Chiron, the activities director," the centaur said. I just realized he had a bow (one of those actual weapon bows, not those frilly accessories girls wear) slung over his shoulder and a quiver of arrows by his waist. He motioned toward an excessively grumpy and fat man with a leopard print shirt (Americans have such bizarre fashion tastes). "Mr. D over here is the camp director. For now, you shall be staying in cabin #20, Hecate's cabin. We genuinely respect that you determined to join us for the holiday break. Now, I know you all are brimming with questions about this entire new world full of its own magic, but if you may restrain bombarding us until we have the official camp tour, I would appreciate it greatly."

We blushed, and Hermione bit her lip to hold back questions (I could sense that demeanor of longing).

"Chiron, are we doing a celebratory capture the flag?" that one kid--Sherman, I think--asked.

"Of course. Tomorrow, after early light. You four," Chiron said, indicating us. "have a choice: play the game, or sit out and have kitchen duty."

People snickered. Hermione, on the other hand, beamed. "Oh, I'm so glad you Americans don't use house-elves to do the kitchen duty! Making the misbehaving students do it is such a brilliant idea; I better recommend it to Professor McGonagall. Anyway, I'm perfectly fine with sitting out, if that's the case."

"Hush, Hermione, please don't tell McGonagall," I pleaded and nudged her. "We would be doing it on a daily basis, the number of times we got detention is absurd!"

"We'll beat all of you! What's a sword compared to a spell?" Harry simpered.

Chiron pawed the ground. "Quite a lot in comparison, actually. You'd be surprised at how well these children spar."

Travis and Connor, the Stoll brothers, were told to tour the four of us around the camp. We took a peek at the other campers doing some of the activities (so they did have sword fighting and canoeing lessons). The only problem was that the brothers reminded me so Fred and George, the iconic trickster duo of my family. They kept pranking everyone who crossed their path for the entirety of the tour; there was a mix of the cliché pranks, like foot tripping, and some other funny demigod things, like this pig ball thing that turned poor Katie into a pig when thrown (Fred would've loved to get his hands on one of those in his joke shop). Eventually, Hermione sensed my grief and discomfort and demanded for the twin brothers to stop (bless her heart; she's amazing).

That night, we finally got to eat off of those magic plates (I got my favorite meal, sausages and roasted potatoes), and I noticed something weird. Everyone was getting up to burn their food at the huge fire!

"Why do you burn good food?" I asked.

"For the gods. You should, too. Maybe a small portion of your potatoes or something," Leo answered. I did so, and I had never felt more melancholy to see food go to waste. If only I had that amount during the miserable year that we spent searching for Horcruxes...

We sang some lame and cheesy campfire songs (but they were fun to sing) and retired to the Hecate cabin. No child of Hecate was there, so we had it to ourselves. It was weird, though. Everything in there had a decision to it: which hall you go down to your bedroom, which door to go through (it had two doors) and even five fridges, to decide what you would get to eat.

"Hecate's the goddess of crossroads." Hermione answered when I asked her about it as we got ready for bed.

The next morning, we woke to ubiquitous excitement throughout the camp. Apparently, this capture the flag game was a big deal. We all decided to play (I finally convinced Hermione to participate), but we were unsure as to what team we would be on.

"You're on mine," Percy answered later.

"Who's on your team?" Ginny wondered.

"Oh, me, Annabeth, Jason and Leo," he told us nonchalantly.

"Against everyone else," Jason added.

"That's impossible! They have, like, 18 people!" Harry exclaimed. "That's a ratio of... 3 to 1!"

"I'm glad you know your math," was all he said. Boy, were we in for it.

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HARRY'S POV

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How was that fair? My team seemed so unworried!! I brought up the matter to Chiron, and he chuckled. "Quite the formidable team, I'd say. You are lucky."

"How are we lucky? We're outnumbered by a lot!"

"Aha, but you see, in numbers yes, in skill, I'm afraid it will be an easy fight. You'll notice everyone on the opposing team is nervous." He was right. Everyone was fidgeting, looking at Percy with worried eyes.

"What makes Percy different from everyone else? He survived that Tartarus place, so what? How is everyone on my team better?"

"That is their past to tell, not mine," he said with a grave tone.

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Sorry for the fillers. 

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