IMOPRTANT READ!

EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AFTER THEY DEFEAT GAEA! YES THE CHARACTERS ARE OOC, I DON'T KNOW THEM AS WELL AND CAN'T DESCRRIBE THEM AS WELL AS RICK RIORIDAN OKAY! AND I HAT USING QUOTATION MARKS. NO FLAMES. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! THANKS TO PEOPLE WHO ACCUALLY LIKE MY STORY! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!

Harry's POV (This might be severely different from J.K. Rowling's book, but whatever!)

I walked up to the carriages in dismay. Sirus… I had almost gotten kicked out of school last year… thestrals…

"Harry! Harry!" I turned and saw Hermione and Ron (who looked annoyed)

"Oi! Thanks for leaving me!"

I sighed, I was sorry, truly, but I just needed some alone time. I got into a cart followed by Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna.

"Oooh, Harry! There are nargles braiding your hair!" I brushed away nonexistent nargles

"It looked quite nice you know." Luna said sounding only mildly disappointed. I sighed and looked away. I couldn't take it much longer. Sirus would never mail again. And it had been completely my fault. I wanted to cry.

A single tear rolled down my cheek which didn't go unnoticed by Ginny.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault."

I couldn't respond; it felt like my throat was being squeezed by some invisible force.

Tears slipped rapidly down my face I just couldn't take it.

"Hey!" Ginny said, "Everyone dies! What would Sirus say if he saw you like this? He would tell you to get on with your life, right?"

I knew she was right, what would (Not Greek…) Sirius say? I just didn't want to let go…

We were almost to the castle…

"Harry! Is Professor Slughorn teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?" I nodded my head,

"I guess so; I mean what else could he teach?"

I didn't know just how wrong I really was.

-At the feast-

"Harry? Why are there two new chairs?" I was starting to get annoyed with Hermione.

"I don't know EVERYTHING Hermione!"

"Calm down!"

"Sirus just DIED! How would you feel if the only man you could consider a father just died and it was your fault? Huh!"

"Oh, Harry! I didn't…"

"Just drop it!" I said heatedly. I looked up the new seats were occupied; there was a girl and a boy, about OUR age. The girl had emerald green eyes (similar to mine) and bright crazy red hair. The boy however could be my twin, with uncontrollable black hair, but sea green eyes (unlike my emerald green eyes).

His eyes scanned the hall and rested on me; they then widened and hastened to tell something to his friend. She frowned and looked at me. As she did her eyes went misty and she spaced out. After a few seconds her eyes snapped back into focus and her hand flew to her mouth in distress.

She told something to the man. He looked upset. The sorting began:

Andrew, Thayer

RAVENCLAW!

Bane, Tabitha

GRYFFINDOR!

And soooooo on, Professor Dumbledore started his speech:

"Welcome to a new year, Mr. Filch would like to remind you all that you are NOT allowed in the forbidden forest. I would like to introduce Professor Slughorn who will be teaching Potions this year-"

He was cut off my murmuring, "I thought you said he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts Harry!" Hermione said shrilly, "Professor Snape will HAVE to teach it now!"

"I would like to introduce our new Professors," Dumbledore continued after more murmuring,

"Percy Jackson" He said gesturing to the boy who gave a smile which made every girl in the hall melt. I noticed even Ginny and Hermione looked a bit dreamy. Seeing Ginny melt like that to someone gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"And Rachael Dare! Percy will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts-another ripple of murmuring broke out- and Rachael will be assisting with Divination." I swore I could hear Hermione scoff.

"Eat!" and with that our welcome feast began.

-Next day-

(Still Harry's POV) "Hurry Harry! We're about to be late for class!" Hermione said pulling me along to the class room.

-In DADA-

"Hello class, welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

"Hello, Professor Jackson" the class said dully.

"Please, don't call me that. Call me Percy"

"Why?" inquired Hermione. I couldn't believe my ears; Hermione (Not in Greek) was questioning a TEACHER.

He laughed (more dreamy sighing), "Well it makes me feel more accepted, like I'm still in one of my MANY schools…"

"How many?" "Hermione!" (Not in Greek) I groaned under my breath.

"Hmmmm, 'bout… 8, 9?" Hermione looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

"Wh-"

"Oh, and if you are wondering how bad my grades were Mrs. Inquisitive," Hermione turned pink, "I got mostly 'C's, 'D's, and 'F's" If it is possible to have two heart attacks in two seconds, Hermione just did.

"Can we get the class started?" He asked Hermione who blushed and nodded. "Well, what do we know about the Dark Arts, Mr. Potter?"

Me? He was new, how did he know about me? Oh, Yah…

"Er… We know that Voldemort-most people, but not Percy oddly didn't- is back and he is gathering support…"

"No, not Voldemort- more wincing- the Dark Arts themselves.

"Oh," I said blushing, "Then we know that the Dark Arts have been in oppression for years and they will stop at nothing to get back into power."

He tilted his head in thought then said, "Okay, that's better, but I ask you, Harry what would Voldemort do if you punched him, kicked him, or even hit him over the head with heavy stick?" I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. What WOULD he do?

"Think about it." He flashed another grin and dismissed the class.

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