Not A Normal Fieldtrip (Voldemorts Grandson book 2)

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Neville POV-
If you would have told me I was going to be woken up by screaming people banging on the door, I probably wouldn't believe you. And now would be your chance to say 'I told you so.'

Last night, Harry and Draco chose beds as far away from Percy and each other as they could get.

I decided to not act like them, and be civil. After all, Percy did let us into his home (Even if he didn't necessarily want to). I chose the bed across from Percy, which was quite a ways away from Harry. And I can't honestly say I didn't get a little bit happy from Harry surprised expression when I chose my bed.

"Neville?" Harry had asked, expecting me to bunk next to him.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Aren't..."

"Oh, shoot. I forgot. It's 9 o'clock here! I should really get to sleep, tomorrows a big day." I had said, getting into bed and pretending to fall asleep until I actually did.

Now that takes me to were I am now. The pounding on the door woke me up, and my only thought was: Do they really not want us here that badly? Probably. This is their home after all. Is this what Percy felt like when he came to Hogwarts?

"Bloody hell, what is wrong with them?!" Draco said, stomping out of bed towards the door.

"Draco I don't—" I was about to tell him he was about to make it worse, but he completely ignored me and threw the door open.

"PERCY I SWEAR—!"

"PINK!? GODS DAM IT PERCE!"

"WHY ON EARTH—"

"I HOPE YOU—"

"GO F—"

The voices stoped as soon as they saw it wasn't Percy, but instead a freaked out blond boy.

"Who are you?" Someone asked. Looking over Draco shoulder, I could see that he was the average height, and with the combination of his im-going-to-kill-you look, deadly looking black sword, and the shoulder length badly dyed pink hair,princess gown, makeup, and no shoes, he looked like an axe murderer.

The whole lot of them looked insane, from tear stained girls with very badly done war paint and weird stains on there clothes, buff guys covered in glitter, a guy dressed like superman (He also had two red strips under his eyes, and a belt made out of bricks that looked stuck there with magic), and much much more.

Did I mention they also had weapons?

"Who's asking?" Draco smirked, no doubt thinking about how insane they looked.

"Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades." Nico narrowed his eyes at Draco, and he looked like he was about to murder someone.

"Sorry, but I don't give out my name to freaks."

"He's Draco Malfoy, that's Harry Potter," I said, pointing to them, "And I'm Neville Longbottom."

Nico nodded at me, as if saying thanks, and then turned back to the other two.

"So you two are the devils that ruined Percy's time at Pigwarts."

"No, Nico, it was Snotlords."

"No, it was Logmorts."

"I'm pretty sure it was Hogfarts."

"Guys, I distinctly remember Percy saying it was called 'Blue Food Discrimination Center.'"

"It's Hogwarts." Harry said, glaring at them. It was almost laughable compared to the ones we were getting a few seconds ago.

"I knew it had something to do with a disease!" Someone yelled, as if congratulating themselves.

"Back to the point!" Nico yelled, trying to get everyone to quite down. "What are you brats doing here? No offense to you Neville, you seem okay."

"Thanks." I muttered.

"I refuse to talk to you filthy muggles." Draco spat. "Don't interrupt me from my sleep again, or they'll be consequences."

"Oh cool," Nico said, "not only is he full of himself, but he's racist to! Your going to have so much fun here."

"My father will here about this!"

"Your fathers in Azcaban." I said.

"Listen, I don't know why your here, but I don't care. You messed with our Percy, so we're going to make your time here unforgettable." Nico said.

Just then, the crowed went absolutely silent when the sound of hoofs came trotting towards us.

The crowd split, and what sounded like a horse came through. When it came into view, I was shocked silent. It was a centaur. He had glittery hoofs, a red tail, a sparkly red bra on, and very poorly done makeup job.

"Wizards," He said, with a wise old voice that reminded me of Dumbledoor, but not nearly as old. "Welcome to Camp Half Blood."

"Guys! I know where they are!"

And just like that, the crowed of people left the centaur behind and went sprinting down a random path, eager to get their revenge.

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If you could have one things happen while the demigods are at CHB, what would it be?