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Here is the thirteenth chapter.

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We trudge towards the Great Hall for dinner groaning, some people are limping while others look like they will faint any second.

"When I go to Hell, I will look for you, Seam." Dean grumbles as we sit down.

"Me too, D." Seamus groans.

"I swear, the hell is better than this." Ginny complains, massaging her arms.

"It wasn't so bad; you guys just lack the strength." Hermione says.

"You were awesome out there." I tell her, she smiles at me and purses her lips at Ron.

"Nope, it is not right." Lord Jackson's voice floats in the room.

"It is." Lord Di Angelo fights back.

"If that had been truth, it means I was dating my niece." Dating his 'Niece'?

"She would be your third cousin. So, it doesn't matter much." Lady Thalia pitches in.
Third cousin?

"Same for him." Lord Jackson says. "Though I still don't believe in it. She used to say that those aren't directly related to us." 

Who is this 'she'? Who aren't directly related?

"Perce is right, now stop acting like your dad's and have food." Princess Anastasia scolds them. Before taking her seat at our table.

"I had fun today." Lord Jackson tells the other three.

"Of course, you did." Lord Di Angelo calls. "Sad, you could not defeat Anastasia."

"That girl is insane, Neeks. I would like to remain sane."

"Hey, I not your kind doesn't mean, I am insane." Princess Anastasia complains.
What does she mean by 'your kind'? Is she not wizard, but she does magic. Ok, this is actually insane.

"Says the person who did 2,300 push ups in 50 minutes?" Lady Thalia asks.

"Why are you guys so temperamental?" Princess Anastasia asks. "Wait it's in genes."

"You are part of the family to." Lord Di Angelo points out.

"Your grand- father isn't my father." Princess Anastasia tells them.

"Lucky you." Lord Jackson says.

"Whatever." Princess Anastasia dismisses the point.

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On our way back to dorm, Hermione was trailing behind behind with the Royals. Wonder what they are talking about? She is talking to Lady Thalia. Must be about Roman/ Greek culture. That girl is a walking library, I don't mean in a bad way.

"Hera's intelligence." I say before entering. Such a strange password this year.
We all enter the room and walk to the window side seat; we were sitting before we left. It's the golden trio, Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Royals, twins and Neville.

"You have a boyfriend 'Mione?" Ron asks. And we wince at his directness.

Hermione looks at him, "Why do you care?"

"Why do I care? You're my best friend of course I care." Ron all but shouts.

"You are jealous." Princess Anastasia states, observing Ron.

"I am not. Whoever that hunch is should realize that I much better for Hermione." Ronald says.

"I have the right to decide of who I like and want to date." Hermione counters.

"There is off course something wrong with him which is why you don't want us to meet him." Ronald fires.

"What shit are you talking about Ronald?" I ask. I had heard enough from him.

"You side with her, Harry?" he whirls towards me.

"You are not in your right mind, Ron." I tell him. "It's Hermione. Smatter than the whole school. Whoever is he, I know Hermione has seen something in him to date him. And I will stand with her."

"You are kidding me." Ron says.

"No Ronald, we aren't. We are completely serious. We support her in whatever decision she takes." Ginny tells him. "And I will always support her, in whatever situation she is."

"You guys have lost it." He curses and walks away.

"Not very bright, is he?" Lord Jackson asks.

"Nope." Hermione spits the word out.

"When did you start hating him so much?" Dean asks.

"Never liked him much." Hermione glares at the fire.

"I thought you liked him?" Seamus looks confused.

"Never."

"We thought you did-"

"But it's better if-"

"You don't like him-"

"He is a doofus." George and Fred tell her.

"I know. Thanks guys." Hermione sighs.

"Σας συμπονώ, τόσο ηλίθιοι που υπάρχουν τριγύρω." Lady Thalia says. (I sympathize you, such idiots there are around)

"Δεν ξέρεις ούτε τα μισά." Hermione answers. (You don't know the half of it)

She knows the weird language? Greek? Why am I even surprised. 

"Μira, ποιοι είναι οι άλλοι ημίθεοι?" Lord Di Angelo asks. (Hey Mira, who are the other demigods?)

"That is cheating, Nico." Princess Anastasia clicks her tongue.

"Oh, Come on." Lord Nico groans.

"Me." Neville whispers. "Rowan Kouris, Είμαι γιος της Δήμητρας." (Rowan Kouris, I am son of Ceres.)

"You know that language to?" I ask.

"My grandmother taught me. She thought it will be interesting." Neville says little scared, I think.

"Oh!" Is all I can say.

"What were you guys talking about?" Ginny asks.

"About the War." Princess Anastasia says. And we stiffen. "That is why we were talking in Greek."

"Oh" Ginny exclaims.

"Νίκαια σώσει" Neville says. (Nice save.)

"ας προπονηθούμε στο απαγορευμένο δάσος απόψε." Lord Jackson says. (lets train in forbidden forest tonight.)

The Royals, Neville and Hermione nod. I wonder if they were actually talking about War or about something else.

Wishing good night to each other we walk to our dorms. Ron is already snoring on his bed. Shaking my head, I lie down on my bed. Thinking about the day, I fell asleep. But life isn't fair so I had a nightmare. Yay! it rhymed.

---nightmare--- (Trigger Warning. If you don't want to read the triggering part, just read the last paragraph.)

I was in a weird place. It was covered in blood. The floor, walls, everything was bloody. Suddenly I make out a body of a person in front of me. I squirt trying to identify who that is, but I can't.

Suddenly, another person enters the room from opposite side, he had this weird face, that had blood red eyes. or that is what I think it was. He has a whip like thing in his hand, or what I assume is his hand, and he walks up to the body or maybe floats. I don't know.

He grabs the neck and hurls his face upward, and I stifle a gasp, "Perseus Jackson." he hisses.

"What do you want, Tartarus?" Lord Jackson's voice is clear. Looking at him, I can tell that he has been beaten before.

"Ready for today's lashing?" The man-Tartarus asks. Lashing? Today's? Does this happen every day?

Before Lord Jackson can reply the man, hits him with the whip. Continuously, one after the another, Lord Jackson's back is turning bloody and red, but he hasn't uttered a single word. Not a gasp, a groan, a scream, nothing. The lashing reaches 100s but he accepts the pain without a word. Nothing.

Suddenly it all stops and I am in a black room. And I hear three voices at once telling me, "Listen Harry James Potter, we are showing you this for your own good. Don't say a word about it to anybody, When the time comes, you will learn about the importance of it. Remember, don't breathe a word outside, it is fatal for your health. Till than farewell, Harry Potter."

---nightmare--

I wake up from the dream gasping in surprise. Breathing hard, I lean back put on my specs and think about what I just saw. And heard. 

Who were the voices?
Why was Lord Jackson there?
Why shouldn't I talk about this to anybody?

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