When Myths Meet Magic || 2

15|| Annabeth

Annabeth landed lightly on the ground, blowing her hair from her face. "That was fun!" She said.

Harry landed next to her, holding a soccer ball. "You and Jason are both pretty good. There's only one spot though, I'm pretty sure Wood'll have a hard time choosing."

Annabeth shrugged. "If he picks Jason, I'm okay with that."

"And vice versa," Jason reminded Annabeth. "Well, we'd better go start our homework. Hermione will kill us if we ask for help again."

They walked into the castle, goosebumps on their skin from the cold air, into the Great Hall.

"You guys are staying for Christmas, right?" Ron asked as they slid into the seats. He and Jason had become less tense and were talking again.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "No, they're going to jump forward in time, visit New York and San Francisco in a week and a half, and jump back into time. All for Christmas, a holiday that goes against their religion."

Ron frowned. "Well, when you put it that way, my question sounds stupid."

"Because it is—"

"Anyways." Percy piled some pie onto his plate. "We still heed the bicorn horn and the bloomslang skin for the potion."

Jason frowned. "You're still sticking with it, huh? I'm still asking Piper, by the way."

Ron waved his hand indifferently. "It's the safer, more foolproof option. You do your way, we do ours."

"Whatever."

"We have potions first tomorrow," Hermione reminded them. "Anyone have any ideas on how we're getting the ingredients?"

"Well, we could ask Travis and Conner, if they weren't ahead a decade or two into the future, and across the Atlantic Ocean," Nico said, sighing.

"How about make a diversion? I bet Fred and George have loads of tricks up their sleeves," Harry said. Ron nodded. "I'll ask them for one of their fireworks. That should do the job."

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Annabeth watched Harry out of the corner of her eye as he lobbed the smoking firework in the direction of Goyle's cauldron. It landed in it with a plop. As soon as the flame hit the potion, Annabeth ducked under her table, pulling down Thalia and Percy with her.

The potion exploded.

Drops hit the ground, steaming, while the rest of the potion splattered the students. Annabeth peeked over the table and saw Malfoy hurrying over to Snape's desk, his head the size of a large watermelon. She stifled a small laugh at the sight of Piper, who was looking at Annabeth with a small smile, her right shoulder inflated to the size of a cauldron.

That was interesting, she mouthed, before taking a gulp of antidote. Her shoulder deflated like a balloon.

Annabeth prayed to the gods there wasn't a DNA tracking spell.

"He knew it was me," Harry muttered as they hurried out of the dungeon. "I could tell."

"Well, good job. Your sacrifice was not in vain," Percy said very seriously. "May your valor be forever known among the stories of Hogwarts."

They laughed as they entered the bathroom.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose. "So, this is the famous polyjuice potion?"

The key to finding the Heir of Slytherin was a red pot of sludge.

"Yep!" Hermione added the shredded skin into the pot enthusiastically, which glowed and promptly turned a lovely rotten mustard yellow. Percy shook his head.