I'M BACK! I know, It's been a long time since I've updated but this was my first semester of public school and it's been eating up all my time more than anything. I'm just glad the semester is FINALY over! YES! (Notice I didn't say year. Urrg) Then I started reading this really good story on Fan Ficton but I'll tell you about it later.

As I am typing right now, I currently have 121 reviews, 97 favs, and 142 followers. I just want to thank EVERYONE who is a part of that. Thank you for reviewing, putting my story in their alerts, following my story, and everything else.

Kitty-ally-93 I'm sorry to say that nobody will know what Nico is hiding until MUCH later in the story. But I will say that it's BIG! :D

ThaliaJennings13-The77 and Annabeth Brady Thank you. I'll work on that.

ReaderGirl I've always thought Hermione and Ron don't start dating till the end of HBP so I thought it would be safe.

Hermes' Little Girl I had forgotten about Mrs. O'Leary at that moment but Hagrid meeting her? That does sound cool. Hmm. That gets me wondering about what happened to Fluffy after the CoS.

Owlcity2013 At least it gives us more time to think about MOA right?

theHuntress101 that's what I said. Nico and Bianca were trapped in the Hotel for 70 years and add that with how old they were before that so they are over 70 years old. The problem is I can never remember how old Nico was before he was trapped. And Nico could take someone with him while he shadow traveled, right? I mean, Mrs. O' Leary takes Percy with her a lot.

Polka-dot Oh, *cheeks redden* I did not know that. I've always thought Hogwarts was in London. I did try looking it up on Google but I didn't get anything useful. I'm going to keep it the way it is 'cus I don't want to change anything that's already posted. The ideas in my head… now that's a different story.

Thanks to Unimportance, SilverShadowes12, Novanto, The Booknerds and greekfreek101

Chapter 9 School

Percy's POV

Harry and I walked in silence on the way back to the castle but hey, I'm not complaining. I needed time to actually think. Apparently in Harry's world giants are good, which was probably a very important piece of information that Hecate just "forgot" to mention. Almost every demigod hates giants.

Flashback:

Still under the invisibility cloak, Harry knocked on the door of this big cabin. As the door opened, I was immediately on guard, for standing in the doorway was the largest man I've ever seen, or the smallest giant.

He had bushy eyebrows and a long beard to match. All that was visible was his beetle-black eyes. His eyes looked kind enough, though being a demigod I've learned to not trust someone so easily. Plus, I'd just won a major battle with the giants in the Greek/Roman world.

Slowly and noiselessly, I reached for Riptide. Harry, noticing my movement, quickly grabbed my hand, shaking his head. "Not even the first day of school and yar already sneakn' 'round 'arry?" the giant said.

End of Flashback

"Can you give me a better definition on who that boy is and how he got here?" Harry asked, keeping his voice down low for fear of being overheard.

"Doesn't Hermione have a book on Greek stuff?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's about as thick as her head." Harry said.

"I told you Nico is a son of Hades right?" I ask. Harry nodded, waiting for me to continue. "Hades is the god of the underworld, or the lord of the dead if you prefer." Harry stopped dead in his tracks, almost making the cloak fall off us both.

"So that scrawny, scary, little kid, is the son of the god of death?" I gave him a curious look.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"Nothing. So what are some of his powers?" he asked. "Well, he can Shadow Travel, go in and out of the underworld, summon an army of skeleton warriors, talk to the dead…" but Harry cut me off. "He can talk to the dead?" he asked with widened eyes like I'd just told a third grader he can open an early Christmas present. I cursed in ancient Greek. "Harry, you're not actually thinking of going to talk to Nico, are you?" "No," he said, though his eyes were so full of excitement that I could tell he was lying.

I glared at him and he hesitated. "Alright, maybe. What if I do? Is it so wrong that I want to see my parents, even if it will be for a little bit?" Harry looked a bit sad now.

"Well no, but Nico only came here to deliver a message, not show people the dead for their own behalf.

"I'm sorry, but as soon as he's done resting, he is going straight to Dumbledore so we can find a better way to get him home. Dumbledore is the headmaster right?" and Harry nodded and the subject was dropped.

I know what you're thinking, "But Harry lost his parents when he was only one year old. The least you could do is let him see them." I know, I know, but Nico needs his rest and he's not even supposed to be here. Plus am I the only one that thinks letting "The Boy Who Lived" and the son of the underworld be in a room together alone is a good idea? Of course I could be there with them, but Harry might want some privacy if by some miracle I let that happen.

Wow. I'm starting to sound like my mom. Not good.

Silence reached between us again until we were in our dorms. I went to sleep, only to wake up a second later with morning sunlight shining in my eyes. 'Time to start wizards' school' I think, as I pull myself out of bed.

Harry's POV

Ron and I were in the Great Hall when Percy arrived and sat next to us. Last night you could tell Percy was worn out and ready for bed. Today, he looked refreshed and ready for the day… despite sneaking around the castle all night.

Other people at the Gryffindor table started taking interest in him. Of course they would, a new wizard from another country attending Hogwarts would be rather fascinating, if he were a real wizard. Even some students from other tables like Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were interested in Percy, shyly welcoming him, almost like they did on my first day. And just like me, Percy didn't seem to like the attention either. I was expecting Percy to just about pop with the aggravation, but he only smiled and answered all the questions he could.

People sat down again after the food appeared, giving me the perfect chance to ask Percy about his schedule for the semester. He gave me the crumbled piece of paper Professor McGonagall had just handed out.

HOGWARTS CLASS SCHEDUAL

House: Gryffindor

Monday - Friday

*Muggle Studies 9:00-9:50 Elective

*Herbology 10:00-10:50 w/Hufflepuff

* Care of Magical Creatures 11:00-11:50

*Lunch 12:00-12:50

* Charms 1:00-1:50 w/Slytherin

* Hist/Magic 2:00-2:50

*Transfig 3:00-3:50 w/Ravenclaw

*Potions 4:00-4:50 w/ Slytherin

I looked at the schedule again and noticed something odd. "Why are you taking Muggle Studies when you technically are a muggle?" I asked. Percy smiled. "Because I know I'll pass at least one class," he said.

"Ohh, I'm taking Muggle Studies this year too," Hermione said.

"Didn't you already take Muggle Studies? And quit?" Ron asked. Hermione glared daggers at him. "I quit because I had too much stuff on my schedule," she said. Percy gave us a questioning look.

"Long story," I said.

Percy's POV

My first period was Muggle Studies, which I shared with Hermione. The classroom was located on the first floor. It was a small room; the desks were lined in three rows with two chairs at each desk. A window on the left side of the room overlooked some kind of play arena with three tall hoops on each side. I shrugged it off. I'd have to ask Harry about it later. I sat down in a random desk by the window and Hermione sat down next to me as the teacher walked in. She had grey hair tied up in a bun and appeared to be older.

"Hello class, I am Professor Burbage," she said with a kind smile. "I am here to teach you how muggles cope without magic. Some people might think muggles are boring and don't give them a second thought, and I can't say they are wrong. But I can disagree. Muggles, though they may seem boring to the wizards' eye, are actually quite interesting."

I tried to pay attention but I got lost in thought and lost concentration. "Mr. Jackson?" I looked up at the sound of my name to find Professor Burbage towering over me. She looked like she expected me to answer a question. "Sorry, what?" I asked and I heard some snickers in the back of the room. I ignored them.

"What is the name of the contraction that lugs muggles around on a daily bases?" she asked.

"A car," I said.

"Correct," she said. "Do you live with muggles, or read about them…?"

"I'm a half-blood," I said automatically. It felt weird admitting that to people outside of camp but Hecate told me to say that any time someone asked about my blood type. Apparently wizards have a different meaning for the word.

"What are you doing in this class then?"

I shrugged. "Easy A I guess.

"Oh," she said and went back to teaching.

(Page break)

At the end of class Hermione was babbling about how Muggle Studies would be a perfect subject for wizards who would like to work around muggles. I didn't pay much attention though because I was a bit busy making it look like I was lost. Hecate said to act natural, even though she taught me everything I needed to know. For example, where every classroom is, the name of the teachers and everything about every core classes. It's as if I've been coming here since I was 11 years old. But nobody knows that.

My second class was Herbology which I shared with all three of the Golden trio. The class was in this big greenhouse that contained all kinds of magical herbs and plants. The teacher, a plump woman named Professor Sprout, taught us aboutAum plant: a plant commonly used for its healing abilities on open wounds.

Next was Care of Magical Creatures which was another class I had with the Golden Trio. The teacher was the giant I met last night. Harry looked at me as if warning me not to do anything stupid. I rolled my eyes but nodded, to his satisfaction. Hermione and Ron looked confused, but figured now wasn't the time to ask.

"O Kay," Hagrid said. "I'm goin' to show you something new today." He put two fingers to his lips and whistled. A minute later, an oddly familiar brown dog trotted out of the woods and sat down by the small giant.

"This dog is named Laelaps. He is a Mythological dog who never failed to catch what he was hunting. In one version of Laelaps' origin, he was a gift from the sky itself. I don't remember who too though. The hound was passed down to a king from that time. The king decided to use the hound to hunt the Teumessian fox, a fox that could never be caught. This was a paradox: a dog that always caught his prey and a fox that could never be caught. Some say the sky turned them both into stone and made them both into constellations in the stars. Of course, I don't believe that because the dog is right here." Hagrid finished his lessen with a pleased smile.

Something connected in my brain and I almost fell over with surprise. This was the same story I'd heard at camp sometime last year. I couldn't believe he told a class about Greek Mythology. And when he said 'the sky,' it was obvious he was talking about Zeus. You just have to piece together the right legend…

"The sky? Really? You expect us to believe this? Impossible!" I looked to see who was speaking. From the back of the group, was a pail boy with blond hair. As he spoke, I noticed that Harry and Ron had their hands balled into hard red fists.

"I want proof," the boy said. Hagrid smiled and leaned down to whisper something in Laelap's ear. The dog stood up and sniffed around. Then he bounded into the forest at full speed. A couple minutes later, he came back with something in his mouth and dropped it next to Hagrid. To my surprise, he didn't sit next to him. Instead he trotted next to me and lay down. I reached down and awkwardly pet Laelaps behind the ear. His fur was soft.

Hagrid picked up the little silhouette. When he showed it to the class, you could easily tell it was small squirrel. It could have been a baby.

"Questions?" he asked and a girl raised her hand.

"If the legend was told so long ago, than how is the dog still alive?" she asked. Hagrid hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Immortality?" I guessed and all eyes were on me.

"How do you know?" a guy asked.

"Lucky guess?" I answered.

By then, Hagrid took the class' attention away from me as he started teaching again. He looked at me and gave me a grateful look and I nodded.

After class, we headed to the Great Hall for lunch. I found this to be the perfect chance to ask just who that blond kid was.

"That was Draco Malfoy," Hermione said. His father works at the Ministry of Magic with Ron's dad. Draco thinks he's better than everyone because his whole family is pure-blood." Hermione noticed the blank look on my face and continued.

"Pure-bloods are wizards that have a pure or approximately pure magical heritage. It means both of his parents are wizards. Harry and Ron are both pure-bloods," she said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I am what they call a muggle-born. Meaning my parents are both muggles," Hermione said.

"If both of your parents are muggles, than how do you have powers?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess someone in my family was a wizard and I got my powers from them."

"Oh"

"People like the Malfoy family think of muggle-borns … differently. Malfoy calls Mione a 'mudblood', meaning 'dirty blood.' It's so stupid!" Ron shook his head in disgust.

"Hey let's talk about something else. Like Quidditch try-outs," Harry suggested.

Ron perked up. "Yeah. This is your first year as captain. That's so amazing," he said with a wide grin.

"You're the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Wow," I said.

"Yeah. Do you wanna try out?" Harry asked me. There was a bit of hope in his voice.

"Of course he can't try out," Hermione cut in. "It would be dangerous, even for him!"

"Come on Mione. He bought a broom, he might as well use it," Ron put in.

"Yeah, a broom that was just for emergencies, right?" she asked, turning to me.

I sighed. "Hermione, I appreciate the thought but my uncle would not try to blast me out of the sky in the middle of a wizards' school. It would cause suspicion. Even if he tried, Hecate wouldn't allow it. She and my dad are friends, remember?" I questioned.

Hermione shook her head disapprovingly, muttering something like "Stupid son of Poseidon." I ignored it.

"So are you coming?" Harry asked again.

I nodded excitedly. "You bet."

The rest of the day went in a blur. There were Charms, which involved a lot of spell casting and moving around. There was History of magic, which I was surprised to see a ghost float in through the chalk board. He turned out to be the teacher. There was Transfiguration, which I actually enjoyed.

And then there was Potions. The only class I was ahead in. Hecate warned me about Professor Snape. She wanted to make sure I didn't piss him off by failing his class. She explained to me that he was a bitter man who hated Harry's guts and was not a kind person. Then Hecate explained why and I immediately felt bad for Snape.

He had loved Harry's mother, but hated his father because he'd always picked on him. When Voldemort killed off Snape's love, Dumbledore talked him into protecting Harry. Since then, Snape has been spying on Voldemort for Dumbledore with Voldemort thinking vice versa. But I was not allowed to tell this to Harry just yet.

The class went on more smoother than I'd expected. Snape barked at Harry a few times but I guess that was normal. With my greatest luck, Snape was too interested in his lesson on sleeping potions to notice me…much.

He did make me say my name out loud in front of the entire class, but that didn't bother me. I've stood in the center of the throne room on Mt. Olympus with all the gods present and demanded them to claim their demigod children. I could handle a small classroom. Unfortunately, I could tell Snape was unhappy I wasn't fazed. It didn't matter. Snape didn't say anything. Soon school was over and Harry led me to the Quidditch arena.