The rest of the week went on buzzing with the scheduled change. That, and the adventures of everyone's Christmas vacation. We demigods spent our free time shaping up and honing our techniques for the demonstration on Friday. Hermione had asked us every time she saw us if we knew what changes were being made. Of course, none of us told her except that we don't know as well.

I was hoping that by the time vacation ended, the boys would forget about me. Oh, how wrong I was. In fact I got more presents from them. I got a bunch of chocolate and homemade sweets from them (I thought those were poisoned since Nico took a bite and he was all lovey-dovey about this one guy I never heard of,) flowers that smelled weird (to which Piper had Leo 'accidentally' set them on fire) and a matching set of Chinese Fireball Dragon tooth necklace and earrings (which is by far the most coolest gift I've ever gotten from those annoying boys), but sadly, I lost them an hour after I got them. Lady Aphrodite must be having the time of her life.

"Ms. Jackson. Just because you're an exchange student in Hogwarts it does not mean that you're allowed to not pay attention," a voice startled me from my thoughts. I heard the snickers of the Slytherin house but I ignored them.

"Sorry," I said. Across from me, Thalia raised her eyebrow in question. I shook my head and gave my attention back to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I had to say, Snape was doing a great job at teaching his students. They were complaining that he was a harsh teacher, by honestly, I didn't really mind. None of them realized that life isn't as easy as it seems just because they have magic to make it easier.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Hermione raised her hand and Snape regarded her for a few seconds before humoring her. "Yes, Granger?"

"Sir, why are we learning the Dark Arts? They are called the Dark Arts for a reason," inquired Hermione. I was wondering when she would bring that up.

"Just because they are called the Dark Arts it does not mean that they are evil. They got the bad rep of being called evil because of the reasons and/or the people who used them," I replied. "Take a knife for example. It is a tool; whether it's a 'good' tool or a 'bad' tool depends on how you use it. It's good if you use it to prepare food or something along those lines. It would be considered bad/weapon if you kill someone with it.

"Magic, in my opinion, is only a tool. There's no such thing as light or dark magic, good or evil magic. The only good or evil out there is man's perspective of things and events."

It was so silent (you've got to admit, that was a pretty awesome speech there,) I could hear a pin drop. I heard crickets chirping all the way from forest (well, not exactly but you get my point.) But then, Nico decided to open his mouth. "Wow. That was deep, Sea Breath."

I gave him a look and prompted to push him off his chair. "Don't mind me. I just dropped my pencil," said Nico from the floor. The edge of my lips curled up.

"Thank you, for that input Ms. Jackson," said Snape in that you're-all-stupid-so-I'm-going-to-treat-you-and-talk-to-you-like-the-bloody-idiots-that-you-all-are tone of his. "Now, for today's lesson, I partnered you all up randomly so play nice. You're going to practice the spell and the counter spell that I taught you yesterday. I'm sure all of you know the consequences for acting stupid in this environment, so Don't. Act. Stupid. Now, for partners. Thalia with Parkinson, di Angelo with Goyle, Weasley with Mr. Jackson, Granger with Longbottom, Crabbe with Zambini, Ms. Jackson with Malfoy . . ."

I sighed. Of all the people that he could partner me up with, it had to be him. There's nothing I can do about it now. As what my Mythology teacher would say, life sucks and then you die. Which is kind of true for my demigod companions and me now that I think about it . . . Well, the first half anyways; the second half has yet to occur.

" . . . You may begin practicing."

I reluctantly got up from seat to meet up with my partner.

"Good luck," said Nico.

"Don't harm him too much. He's a victim and he doesn't know about us," added Thalia.

I rolled my eyes. "I know, I'm not stupid." I turned around and saw Malfoy standing behind us with confusion and question in his pale gray eyes. He probably heard us speaking ancient Greek. Not that I blame him. Greek is already hard enough to learn, let alone ancient Greek.

"Alright, Malfoy." It was such a small reaction that I would not have seen it had I not been looking directly at him, but he flinched when I said his name. "Let's do this. Do you want to be the attacker or the defender first?" I asked while leading him to a corner to avoid accidentally hitting people.

"I'll be the attacker first," he replied.

I nodded my head and opened my mouth to give him the affirmative but then I heard Nico shouted, "Ariana! Duck!"

Now, if I were a regular mortal, I would have just stood there confused while trying to look for the attack and who told me to duck. But I wasn't and being a demigod who survived the Giant war and the 2nd Titan War, I learned to just listen to what is being screamed at me when it was chaos around me. So that's what I did. I ducked. I took a look at the wall beside me only to find it charred after the spell had hit it instead of my head. I turned my head and saw Nico looking partly apologetic, sheepish and mischievous. "That's the second strike today Nico. That's the second strike. Just bare that in mind, dearest Cousin."

"My lifespan is about to be shortened by 10 years, isn't it?"

I just gave him a smile before turning back to Malfoy whose eyes had widened with a hint of concern in them. "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. You being the attacker and me being the defender, right? Shall we begin?"

That's how it was for the remainder of class with the occasional dodging and ducking due to some poorly aimed spell most, if not all, came from Death Breath himself. Halfway through, Snape had us switched roles. I don't mean to brag, but I was pretty decent at it seeing as it was our first try at the spell. I had to help Malfoy a bit with the defending part of it though.

The class ended quite quickly and everyone gathered and organized their materials rapidly before making a move for the door. "I want an 18 inches paper on the advantages and disadvantages any Dark Art spell of your choice by Monday." Students groaned as they gathered their belongings and trudge out of the door.

"So what do you and Will have planned for this Friday?" asked Thalia as she fell into step with me. She's the only other demigod with me in this class.

Throughout the entire class, Draco Malfoy couldn't pour all of his focus into the lesson that his favorite professor had prepared. A third of it contributed to fact that he still has to think of a way to get rid of the headmaster, the second third to fact that he was partnered up with the love of his life and the final third to the fact there were moments that Ariana would have to duck or dodge a miss aimed spell from her cousin. He tried maneuvering her very discreetly so that she would be out of harms way but that did not work.

When they switched roles, well, let's just say it wasn't that much better. How in the bloody world could Draco concentrate on getting the counteract spell correctly when Ariana just looked so good when she's concentrating like that? It sends shivers down his spine whenever she has that look in her beautiful, sea green eyes. The room had suddenly become rather too hot, and he felt like he could hardly breath. It didn't help when she stood close, so close, to him to show him the correct wand movement for the counteract spell. Needless to say, he was distracted throughout the entire class.

Soon, too soon, the class ended and Draco released a sigh of relief. As he was walking towards the door, he overheard one of Ariana's friend question her about her plans with some guy on Friday night. His eyebrows drew together downwards at the center and felt irritation and anger crept up to him. After a few minutes of contemplating, he decided to follow them at a safe distance, far enough for them to not notice him, but still close enough for him to hear their conversation.

Usually, he's not an eavesdropper, but he would dare anyone to try not listening if anyone hears his or her crush, no, love, telling the plans he or she made with another person to one of his or her closest friends.

Ariana shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly, I don't know. I mean, what we have planned looks great on paper, but I'm not sure as to how it would all play out though. Now if it were Annabeth planning this, I would have no doubts about it. But since it's me and Will, I'm not too sure if it would turned out all right in the end."

"I don't see what you're so worried about. You and Will have done this multiple times back at Camp every summer," replied Thalia. Draco's grip on his books tightened. They have a history together.

A flash of blond distracted Draco. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was William Solace, or just Will by everyone else. The same Will that Ariana and Thalia were talking about, the same Will that made plans with her, the same Will that had a history with Ariana.

"I heard my name," Will fell in step with the two girls. "You girls talking about how awesome I'm going to be Friday night?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it Friday night," corrected Ariana. "It's right after school." Draco's knuckles turned white from gripping his textbooks. So they're planning on ditching the event that all students and staff are required to attend to spend time with each other.

"Oh, same difference," dismissed Will.

When they all arrived at Ancient Runes, Draco couldn't pay attention to the class due to his mind occupied with planning ways to sabotage Ariana and Will's date.

Friday came swiftly, and the students were getting more anxious by the minute for the events. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, had other things in his mind. He was determined to make Ariana and Will's date as horrible as possible. He tried to look for her in his classes but no such luck. He tried looking for Will in hopes of making him ill enough to cancel the date but he wasn't in his classes either. Did they decided to blew off today and start their date early?

I was standing outside of the entrance of the Quidditch Pitch waiting for the students and the professors to arrive with Nico when I heard the familiar sound of hooves against metal and the flapping of the Pegasi. I glanced towards the sound and smiled.

"Did you get what I asked for?"

"I hope you appreciate what I just did for you," commented Percy. He swiftly hopped off of Blackjack and undid the chains attaching the cage to the two Pegasi that were carrying it. "I don't know about you but I prefer to avoid monsters at all cost rather than go looking for them."

Lou Ellen rolled her eyes as she got off of her Pegasus to help him. I asked her to accompany Percy in getting my monster. I don't trust my brother to come back with the monster 'alive.' "It's for educational purpose Percy. Besides, it's not as if you haven't used them for demonstrations at camp."

"She has a point," I pointed out.

"Well, yeah. But I summon them not put them in a cage and fly it off half way across the globe."

"Well, technically Hogwarts isn't exactly half way across the globe from New York," Nico stated.

"Whatever. You get my point. By the way, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm acting as her private transporter after this little demonstration."

Lou and I shared a look. "Boys. What are you going to do?" noted Lou.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Not that I want to be rude or anything, but shoo already. Go help the others finish up what ever needs to be finished."

"Alright, alright. Geez, you're so bossy," said Percy as he got back on Blackjack.

"Good luck," said Lou as she followed him.

"Thanks."

The students and professors then started to arrive as soon as they both disappeared behind the wall. As they walked towards us, I saw some still in uniform, mostly the purebloods and half-bloods. Others were in jeans and jackets and some were in sweat pants and hoodie (muggle borns as you can tell.)

"Gather 'round, children. Gather around," I greeted them. "Don't be shy, there's no need to be. I don't bark; I just bite."

"You're so weird," commented Nico.

I grinned. "Why, thank you for the compliment. Now, before we begin, how many of you know how to fight without magic?" Only about 10% of them raised their hands. "Okay! That's more than what I had expected. No offense. Now, you all must be wondering, 'what's going on, why is she asking this question, why is she wearing strange 'muggle' clothing, why is she so weird, what's with the cage behind her' yada, yada, yada. As you all have heard, Voldemort-DON'T you dare gasp. He's not that frightening; honestly if you ask me, he's just an annoying little pest. Believe me, if you have lived my life, or any of the exchange student's life actually, you would think so too. Now, where was I?

"Oh yeah. As you all know, Voldemort is back with the same old story: to take over the wizarding world and possibly the entire world. Not the most original idea; never was, never will be. Your headmaster decided to call our headmaster to help you learn how to defend yourselves against him. That being said, under no circumstances outside of self-defense are you allowed to use the moves that we're about to teach you. Especially Not. Against. Muggles." I paused to let my words sink in. "Before I let you all in, I have a little demonstration for you. Kids, do not, under any circumstances, try this at home. You are not equipped with the right weapons to deal with them, and you never will be. Nico, if you please."

Nico took the cloth covering the cage off and unveiled the Minotaur. It roared and struggled against the bars, making the students and the professors move back a couple of steps. "Do any of you know what this is? And please don't say it's actual name. Names have power."

"Fear of a name-" started Granger.

"Only increases fear of the thing itself," finished Nico who rolled his eyes. "Yeah. We know."

"It's not as if we fear this thing. Names actually do have power. At least, in the student exchanges' situation." I started to explain. "In this case, calling this thing by its actual name, or any monster in fact, is the equivalent of you wizards Owling your worst enemy ahead of time of your location and asking him or her to rearrange your dental work."

"So it's like sending a red flare up in the middle of your enemies," stated one Ravenclaw in the front.

Nico and I nodded. "Basically. If you haven't guessed by now, this is Pasiphaë's son." Then I paused and hesitated before adding, "also known as the Minotaur." I cringed as it roared even louder at its name. Was it just me or did its eyes glowed even redder than before?

"Vlacas!" hissed Nico.

"I know. Anyways, that's your first lesson: names have power. Witches and wizards, if you look around you'll see four Greek columns in the form of a square. I advice you all to get and stay within the columns until I am done so as to avoid any accidents. That is not a suggestion; it's an order. Good! On to the demonstration. Nico, would you be so kind as to release Pasiphaë's son?"

"Of course, your royal highness."

As soon as the Minotaur was released, Nico shadow traveled to where the wizards were to avoid distracting the monster.

Draco Malfoy watched in horror as the Minotaur charged at Ariana. He could not believed his ears when she said that the Dark Lord was more of 'an annoying little pest.' He could not believed it when she inferred that she had faced more threatening individuals to mark the Dark Lord as 'an annoying little pest.' Just what sort of life had she led? Why was she in the presence of such danger?

"Shouldn't you be out there, helping her?" a voice beside him snapped him out of his musings. He looked around and realized that it was Granger.

"Nah," answered di Angelo. What sort of cousin was he to leave Ariana alone in harm's way? "It's not the first time we've dealt with that thing. We use him as demonstration as well back in our school. Ariana can handle it on her own."

"If you say so, mate," said Weasley.

Ariana now had two swords in her hands. Where she got them, Draco had no idea, but he was not going to complain seeing as she now had a means to defend herself. The two swords gave him relief if only just a bit. And yet, he could not help but hold his breath every time the monster got too close to her.

The Minotaur once again charged at Ariana. Swords at her side, she ran towards the monster. The look in her eyes made him glad that he wasn't her opponent. And yet, it made him want her more. He wasn't entirely too sure what had happened; one moment they were running towards each other and the next, they stopped, backs facing each other. Seconds after, the Minotaur started to disintegrate.

Ariana straightened and faced the wizards with a smirk on her face as di Angelo began to walk towards her side. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get rid of Pasiphaë's son. Well, at least when you're at my level."

Draco wanted to do nothing more than to ran up to her and checked if she had gained any injuries from the demonstration. "That's what you should be able to do after we exchange students are done with you."

Behind him, Draco heard the Weasley twins whispered, "Wicked."

"If not, you should be able to defend yourself without using magic. The moment you walk through those doors," Ariana pointed towards the entrance to the Quidditch Pitch, "you're evaluation starts." She grinned mischievously. "See you all inside." She placed her hand on his shoulder, stepped towards the shadows and disappeared, leaving the wizards slightly panicked at the 'evaluations,' him included.

If anyone had told me a year ago that I would be teaching wizards how to fight demigod style, I would've ask said person how many times he or she was dropped on the head when he or she was a baby. And yet, there I was. In the Quidditch Pitch of one of, if not, the most famous wizarding school in Europe, about to teach wizards fighting skills.

The Quidditch Pitch looked entirely different from the first time I saw it at the beginning of the year. There was a barrier ten yards from the wall for the obstacle and endurance part of the training courtesy of the Stoll brothers. The inner part of the pitch was divided into four: monster assault techniques (we did some research on monsters that wizards typically face,) archery, sword skills and unarmed combat. The archery had a barrier to keep stray arrows from hitting unsuspecting students and/or teachers and there were multiple dummies and targets set up; some moved and some did not. Oh yeah, another thing, the pitch was enchanted to be like camp, so the weather had not really bothered us.

On top of that, the entrance of the pitch was trigged with booby traps such as punching arrows, flamethrowers, buckets of water straight out from the bottom of the Antarctic Ocean (in other words, cold) trapped doors and hair spray that the Aphrodite cabin created to turn anyone's hair into their most hated color (stolen by the Stoll Brothers.) They were design to be trigged randomly (courtesy of Leo) with no set patterns to test the wizards' reaction time and speed.

Then the wizards started trickling in. I smirked at their miserable faces. Some looked like half-drowned cats, others were tending to their blackening eye (some boys were holding their crotches), a few were brushing off dirt from their clothes and several had no eyebrows. They were probably thinking: What happened to our field?

"Alright, listen up!" demanded Will as the last person entered. "I want you all to form two groups: those who dodged the objects and those who didn't."

As they went into groups I quickly counted how many were in each group and the ratio was practically 5:1. It was sad.

I shook my head in disappointment. "There is a reason for what happened at the entrance," I started. "That was to test your speed and how you react when things are suddenly thrown at you. Literally."

"If those traps were actually deadly, only a fifth of you would survive," continued Will. "The other four-fifths, you die." The student and staff looked horrified. What's more sad was that only Professor Snape was the only staff member that was in the group that dodged the obstacles.

"Imítheos are your wizard equivalent in our country. There is a reason why there aren't many . . . of us . . . in the United States," I added. I saw Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement as we told the wizards our true identity without them actually knowing it. "We all go through a test before we are taught our powers."

"Each of our kind," picked up Will, "once we realize our heritage, our first test is to make it to our school called Stratópedo Etorothaleís safely. There are some that make it, and there are some that do not. I'm sure you are all smart enough to know what I meant." There were collective gasps around the students and staff that figured it out.

"After that," I said, "we are taught to use our powers. In addition to learning our potential in our heritage, we are taught how to fight without our powers. That's what we are here for. As I have mentioned before, Professor Dumbledore is friends with our mentor and wants us to teach you how to fight outside of your comfort zone to improve your chances of surviving against Voldemort. That means without your wands if you hadn't caught on already." Students and staffs gasped at the name. Nearly, if not all, of us demigods rolled our eyes at their response including me. If they were paranoid then, then I would pay money to see how they would react to our world. There were some that looked uncomfortable in fighting without their wands. Seriously, they relied on their magic too much, too often.

"To start us off," said Will, "I want you all to line up and count by fives." We waited until they were finished before he continued; "I want all Ones to go with to go with Leo and the Stoll brothers for the obstacle course, Twos to go with Clarisse and Annabeth for unarmed combat and Threes to go with Thalia and me for archery."

"Fours are sword skills with Nico, Percy and me," I picked up. "And Fives are monster assault techniques with Katie, Piper and Lou."

As they went to their respective demigods, I smirked to myself, "This is going to be fun."

Hey Guys! Sorry for the long, long, long wait. I hope this chapter is to your liking. I try to the best of my abilities update at least once a month, but sometimes I just couldn't come up with how to continue the story without making it seem like it's all fillers; I always hate it when stories are full of them. I'm not going to make any excuses as to why it took so long to update.

Anyways, I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. You know the drill; no flamers please, only constructive criticisms and/or reviews. If you find any grammar and/or spelling mistake, let me know; it drives me insane if I don't have the correct grammar nor the correct spelling.

Term

Imítheos – demigod (Greek)

Stratópedo Etorothaleís – Camp Halfblood (Greek)

I apologize if these are wrong; I just looked it up on my phone.