Demigods at Hogwarts

Chapter 12

I do not own the rights to anything in this story except for the plot.
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Harry's POV

It was the holidays, so why did I feel so uneasy? 

Maybe it was because this was the first time that I'd ever been at Hogwarts over the winter break without Sirius (In my 6th year I went to the Burrow). Maybe it was because I missed Ginny. All of those things were true, but they weren't the cause of my restlessness.  

My main problem was that I had let Percy Jackson, a possible deatheater and his friends go back to their "camp" without even trying to find out for sure what their true identities were. They probably didn't even go to a camp. The way they talked about it-- it was either their home or a make-believe dream camp. They glanced at each other nervously when anyone tried to ask them about it.

Hermione, Ron, and I were sitting in the common room on Christmas Eve as Hermione read a book. Ron was casting his patronus, a Jack-Russel Terrier, casually. I couldn't help but smile at how easily he could do it. (He didn't make a patronus every time he tried to, but even so he was doing better than a seventh-year should.) I took pride in knowing that I had taught him that. It was a good feeling.

"We never got around to discussing the dark mark on Percy's arm." I said, the words just springing out of me.

Immediately, Ron patronus faded. Hermione looked up from her book, shocked. "That's a big assumption. Percy is a good guy. Lots of people get tattoos in that area, though I admit that he's a little young." Hermione defended.

"I want to know if they're Death Eaters. If they aren't then at least we know for sure. If they are then they deserve to be locked in Azkaban." Harry said.

"What are we gonna do about it? We can't just go up to them and say 'Hey, would you happen to be a Death Eater?'" Ron asked.

"We sneak into their room. It's just the winter break; their room might have some dark magic items that they want to keep here." Ron said.

"You guys are forgetting something: Dumbledore trusts them. He was right about Snape, wasn't he? Besides, if you are right and they were going to leave something valuable in their room then they would have to make the door nearly impossible to break into. We can't just 'Alohamora' our way into the room." Hermione argued.

"She has a point." Harry conceded. "But we have to make sure."

"We should probably go down to dinner. How about we do it after?" Hermione said, getting up from her armchair.

We all agreed and went to dinner.

Will's POV

Luckily, the sheep skin worked. Travis set it on the ground and said a silent prayer to his dad, then stood up. 

We waited for about three seconds; "I guess he doe-" Connor was cut short by a wave of air much too persistent not to be be from the gods. It whisked us and all of the luggage away and into nothingness.

When I came to, I was laying on the ground with Nico's hand on my mouth. Nico and the others were all passed out next to me. Clovis, Kayla Knowles, Austin Lake, and Lacey were standing over us, looking concerned.

"-wake them? Clovis couldn't figure it out and Will is our best healer!" Kayla was saying. I groaned and sat up, pushing Nico's hand away.

"Will! Oh gods, you all just appeared out of nowhere!" Lacy yelped.

"Kayla was all for leaving you here and continuing with our normal activities. She said if you weren't awake by dinner we'd presume you dead and hold a funeral." Austin told me.