Demigods at Hogwarts

Chapter 18

No, I'm not a transphobic old bat or a great writer who loves cliffhangers.
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Katie's POV

"No."

It was the next morning at breakfast, and we had just asked Hermione to teach us all memory spells. Annabeth had remembered reading about one, but she said that it would take a lot of practice to get it to only influence the short-term memory. We couldn't exactly kidnap some poor first-year and practice on them.

"Why not?" Percy asked, attempting to use adorable puppy-dog eyes.

"Because helping you guys has nearly gotten me excluded from my friend-group before. Look, you guys seem nice, and I think that Harry and Ron have been a bit paranoid, but you're going to have to tell us why. And yes, us. I won't help you behind their backs, even if they aren't directly opposed to the idea of helping you. You owe us an explanation, and a better one than you having a fireplace at that."

We all exchanged meaningful glances. Annabeth, of course, had been unanimously and wordlessly made the leader of the decision.

She hesitated before nodding. "Meet us in the common room tonight, after everyone else has left."

"We'll be there," Hermione said, then turned on her heels and exited the great hall.

"Are we actually going to go through with this?" Will asked skeptically.

"We'll tell them what they need to know. The three of them are curious and stubborn. It's bite us in the ass if we put it off any longer," Annabeth reasoned. "Can one of you Iris message Chiron to ask his opinion?"

"We'll do it." Connor and Travis volunteered in unison.

"No funny business," Jason said, instantly skeptical.

"We wouldn't dare," Connor said, giving Jason a wink.

"Should I go with them?" I asked, the question directed at Annabeth.

"What, you think we can handle it?" Travis asked, fake-offense scrawled across his face.

Annabeth nodded in answer. "Yeah, thanks Katie."

The Stolls and I left the group, heading towards Moaning Murtle's bathroom, where --hopefully-- no one could eavesdrop on our conversation.

When we reached the bathroom, I took out a drachma and handed it to Connor. "You have the prism, right?"

Connor grinned wickedly. "You said it wasn't useful, so I left it back at camp."

I paused for a half-second before realizing he was joking. Connor had been carrying around that prism for years now, "in case of emergency," as he put it.

Connor dug through one of his robe pockets until he pulled out the slender triangular prism. He placed it on a shabby sink and turned the water on, then used light from a grungy window to make a rainbow. He threw the drachma into the rainbow, then spoke the all-too familiar incantation.

"Oh Fleecey, do me a solid. Show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood."

The shimmering imagine of Chiron appeared in the rainbow. He had a bow in his hand an was aiming an arrow toward something off in the distance.

"Chiron," I called. He calmly shot his arrow and looked around for the source of the shout. When his eyes laid on the Iris Message, and me, Travis, and Connor in it, he smiled kindly.

"What can I do for you children?" He asked, every bit the father many of us never had.

"We're planning on partially revealing ourselves to a couple of wizards. We need their help to complete our mission. Annabeth wanted me to ask for your opinion," I tell him. No use surgarcoating it.

"I see." He thinks for a long moment. I could almost see the gears turning in his mind. Finally, he says "Is Annabeth sure that there is no better way? Do you all agree with her?"

"Yes," Travis says confidently. "these wizards are crucial to the quest. They may have even been the ones Rachel saw in her vision."

"Very well then, if it must be done. But please, try to keep yourselves safe."

"Yeah, of course Chiron. We'll see you soon," Connor said, then moved his hand through the Iris Message. It cut out, leaving only the rainbow.

Connor gratefully put the prism down, the rainbow disappearing with it. As he turned the water off, cackle cut through the room.

"I haven't seen anything like that before," a voice said, emanating from the bathroom walls. Suddenly the figure of a fourteen year-old girl flew out of one of the bathroom stalls.

I cursed. We'd heard enough about Moaning Myrtle to recognize her. "Anthing like what?" Travis questioned, thinking quickly.

The ghost blinked in surprise. "That little trick you just pulled there without a wand. The man telling you to do something."

"I don't know what your talking about," Travis refuted, giving the ghost a strange look.

"Yeah," Connor said quickly, catching on. "We didn't do anything like that."

Moaning Myrtle flew closer to us, stopping only a gee inches away from me. "But I saw something, just there!"

She pointed at the sink, her hand going through my head. It was an odd sensation, like mist in my brain.

I stepped back until her hand was no longer going through me. "You're mistaken. We just came un here to talk. To eachother."

She squinted at me, as if trying to look into ny head to see the lie. Finally she turned around and floated through the stall doors into the toilet she had come out from.

We left quickly, almost bumping into Jason. "There you guys are! We've been waiting. What happened?"

"We had an encounter with Moaning Myrtle. Not pleasant," I replied.

"First period is starting soon," Connor remarked. "we should get going."

Percy's POV

The day dragged on, slowly but surely. Eventually our last class ended and dinner began.

"I think we're making the right choice," Annabeth was attempting to rationalize the potentially life-ending decision she had made. While she had seemed calm when making the choice to tell the Golden trio about us, I could see her slowly losing faith in herself as the day dragged on.

"Relax, everything will be fine. At worst, we'll have failed and Chiron will have to take us back to camp," I told her.

She did relax, just a little bit. I put my arm around her and took a swig of the blue lemonade in front of me.

"That stuff's going to kill you," she said, wrinkling her nose at the heavenly beverage the elves had provided.

"Then I will die happy," I retorted, earning a chuckle from Hazel, who was sitting across from me.

Annabeth punched me lightly in the arm. "Whatever, seaweed brain."

Hazel rolled her eyes. "You guys are too adorable."

Dinner ended too suddenly. Within no time, we were sitting in the common room by the fire and telling three wizards our greatest secret.

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Ohmygod you guys, I'm back. Sort of. This year has been busy for me and I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like a year. But yay, it's spring break for me!! I'm so sorry, once again. If there are any inconsistencies with the story, please point them out. I've been using my memory for other things and I'm sad to admit that I don't remember everything. Not that I'm expecting you to.

I hope this chapter--- and what's to come--- are worth the wait. Shit's gonna be going down real soon! I love all you amazing readers and I'm still really sorry about the wait. Have an amazing day, you guys!!

-E, Daughter of Athena.