Myth & Magic

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Hermione POV (gave it away with the title didnt I?)

There was simply only a single minute left until Potions class was finished.

Of course I do adore this class with Professor Slughorn, but my mind last night had been going haywire.

These mysterious new students.

Of course a transfer program is possible, but it's has never even once happened before at Hogwarts.

So why do it now?

"Alright class you are all dismissed." The Professor's voice snaps me out of my (rather long) train of thoughts.

"I have to go t-"

"The library? We know Hermione. You do you." Harry cuts me off, I smile at his words.

Even after the war he hasn't quite changed very much in his mindset, modest, kind, brave, determined. Same Harry through and through.

While the new students follow after my best friends to the Gryffindor common room no doubt, I hurry off in the opposite route to the library.

As I walk past I notice the first years who have most likely heard of what has happened in the past years.

A Hufflepuff girl walking aimlessly through the corridors in the same direction as me.

And Nick O'Neil (second year) being slapped by Aurelia Iarossi one of the Ravenclaw first years while they walk in the opposite direction to me and being called "You dirty minded freak."

Nick only laughs when to my surprise Aurelia high-fives the Hufflepuff girl who smirks. Her name is Amelia I think.

I smile softly to myself, all sorts of things happen on the many journeys I've had to the library.

Like the time with the basilisk in my second year, and Viktor Krum in my fourth.

After taking longer than usual on my walk, I finally enter the familiar doors and feel the fresh breeze of books in my hair and on my skin.

I'm not really looking for any certain book you see so I walk in and out of the shelves.

Before stopping at book named "Greatest Wizarding Bloodlines"

Sounds interesting and I pull the boom out of its place on the shelf, then sit down at a desk and push the book wide open to the very first page.

To my surprise the book didnt draw me in and I didn't find it interesting at all.

So I stand up and slip the book back in its spot where it's meant to be.

Then I turn and face a stack of newspapers.

I pick up an old copy of The Quibbler, immediately thinking of Luna and open the paper for me to see.

Then a piece in my mind clicks, like a puzzle piece I had thought I'd lost 2 years ago.

I gasp and remember switching on the TV at my (muggle) house quite a few years ago, in my second year. To see a news report of a boy who jumped off St Louis arch, New York i think. Then two years after that to see that same boy, who committed arson in a school.

And a name came with those memories.

A name came with that boy.

Percy Jackson, who truly are you and what did you do?

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So Emily, you asked for plot here's some plot. Also anyone else with school photos tomorrow? No? Ok. It's 2 minutes till 10 pm and I'm happy with this chappie. :) also I just wrote this to entertain some of you (I'm watching you Aurelia, remember to close your curtains tonight 👁️👄👁️👌 #getrekt) and yes I am in bed writing this and wearing blank denim shorts, skeleton earrings, the cabin 13 camp half blood shirt and my tan colour ballet shoes I have worn multiple times on stage. :} Wot? At least I'm not wearing my crusty musty ballet shoes I wore a few hours ago that have holes in them. Like you gotta just deal with it. And I know I said earlier that Sevy the Bean Queen is alive...yeah well now I'm taking that privilege from him 'sorry not sorry #'. (To the legends who got that reference I love you platonically) And in chappie 13 (the sorting) I said that there were 4 OCs/real people. So scratch that because I realised there's more than that. Also the Sharpwolf (Telemachus x Antinous) fanart? I didn't ship it until this art.

Respect to the legends who don't read the Authour's Notes

~Nikki