Arrival of the Ghost King [PJO x HP]

IIXX: Hypocrites, Fried Harpies, Drakons, and Death

Severus stepped out of the cab as it screeched to a halt, about to vomit. In fact, halt wasn't the right word. In fact, the smokey-gray cab had actually spun several times around in circles before it stopped.

Yes, Snape had just indeed used the Gray Sisters' transportation services.

How, you might ask, with di Angelo being gone, Professor Thompson being locked up, Sirius being no help at all, and Snape knowing nothing of the demigod world? Simple: after Snape said goodbye to his mother, the book had given him instructions on how to smuggle himself onto an American-bound ship, and then a set of words to say and a drachma. Snape had badly mispronounced the Ancient Greek, but the Gray Sisters and their taxi still came, a fact Snape now regretted.

When he got home back from Hogwarts, he activated Operation Medusa, like di Angelo suggested. He thought it wouldn't bring any harm, but bloody hell, how wrong Snape had been. Although, you couldn't expect anything less from someone who tried to murder somebody (long story).

So now his mom was selling a statue titled "Man in Rags," a depressing masterpiece of how much of the world was impoverished. There wasn't a life-changing amount of money being offered, but it could secure her while she looked for a second job. With two people out of the house, money would be saved since no money for food was used, and she could finally breathe for once, even though she was very adamant on Severus staying with her.

Snape's thought process was interrupted as he kneeled over, vomiting and retching for a few minutes. The Gray Sisters had not been kind to his stomach.

He finally got up after a few minutes of hacking up his intestines, and examined his surroundings. He was dropped off in a place mostly full of small farms and small forests. The road was barely wide enough for a single car, much less two.

In all, it was a rural area. A perfect place to hide a summer camp. Clever of them, Severus thought.

Snape had made up his mind about demigods, and that decision being that they were terrible.

It was simple enough, in his mind. There were some demigods he already knew: the di Angelo kid, Professor Thompson (who di Angelo had mentioned), Sirius Black, and of course, Snape himself. The di Angelo kid was pompous and had almost killed Lupin with no mercy; Professor Thompson, who was nice enough, had flaws: she was biased against certain girls and tended to favor more tomboyish ones, and disliked anyone who was too emotional; Sirius Black was self-explanatory; and then there was Snape himself, who was a giant, all-around loser.

However, Snape wasn't going to march into the Camp and start antagonizing everybody left and right- at least, not in an obvious way.

He just needed time to think, to consider what to do next.

Snape got to the end of the road. There wasn't really anything important looking. Just a small sign with the words "Delphi Strawberry Service" and the address number. Then again, a camp for demigods would have to look inconspicuous.

When Snape entered, he was disappointed. Well, he was mildly impressed by the lava wall, armory, and what appeared to be a pegasus stable. He thought the cabins (including one made of solid gold) were a nice touch. The big house with baby blue lace seemed welcoming, at the very least, with a man in a wheelchair playing a game with cards with a man with horns sprouting from his head. Otherwise, it wasn't very exciting. Not a single library in sight, nor anything that appeared to be a center for education. Well, surviving and killing monsters was probably more important than learning.

He was also disappointed because he didn't feel different once he entered the camp borders. It was supposed to be a magical place, full of surprises and power, but all he saw was a worn-down American summer camp made for uneducated delinquents. Snape didn't see the happiness that everyone else for the past millennia felt when they entered the border of Camp Half-Blood, no matter what form it was in or which country it inhabited.