"Good-bye mom!"

"See you sweetie! Write, okay?"

"Sure, mom."

I boarded the train by my self. Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Skylar Smith. I'm eleven years old, and from Massachusets in America. I'm a witch, and starting my first year at Hogwarts. I have black hair down to my chest, sky blue eyes, and fair skin with freckles. My mother is Emily Smith, and she is a witch. My father.... My father is Zeus.

Yeah. Zeus, the Greek God. I'm a little nervous, actually. Just because my cousin Percy (son of Poseidon), our friend Annabeth (daughter of Athena), and Grover Underwood (he's a stayr), and I were on a very dangerous quest last year. We were assumed thieves of Zeus' lightning bolt, and basically my father was fighting for me, and my uncle for percy.

You're probably thinking, Oh, are you and Percy against each other? Enemies? Actually, no.

Percy and I have gone to the same school since fourth grade; our moms are friends. Percy isn't a wizard. Just a demigod, while I'm a demiwitch. It's cool, except when you're being chased by monsters constantly. So yeah, in general being a demigod rocks!

I turned and put my bags on the train where the conductor would carry into the school, and saw a family of five saying good-bye to one of their kids. The kid who was boarding the train looked at me, and smiled. I smiled back.

I waved to my mom, and once the train set off, I found a compartment. The carry on bag that I was aloud to bring with me was next to me on the comfy seats. My hands managed to pull out my set off pencils and paper, and I began to draw.

Believe it or not, I'm actually a pretty good drawer for an eleven year old. I was sketching the hair on the person I was drawing, and then the compartment door slid open, revealing two boys.

"Hi, can we sit here? Everywhere else is full."

"Okay. I'm Skylar Smith. Please call me Sky. I'm a first year."

"I'm James Potter, and this is my cousin, Fred Weasley. we're first years also."

James and Fred looked at me, shocked.

"You're not gonna coo because our parents are sort of famous?"

I shook my head.

"No, I'm kinda new to this world, so.... My mom didn't even tell me that she was a witch and that I'm one too, but ever since I got my letter I knew though."

"Are you from America? You sound like you are," James asked me.

"Yes, i am. Manhattan, actually. I couldn't go to Salem and what ever else there is because of....... reasons."

"Oh. That's cool."

I nodded. The real reason I can't go? I was a convicted thief running across the country. Fun, right?

"What are you drawing?" asked Fred.

"My uh... cousin. He's not a wizard, but.. our moms know each other. We have diffent fathers, and they're brothers. We don't see our dads often."

We began to fool around, and becaame really good friends.

I saw something outside the train window- I swear it was an image of my sister, Thalia Grace. But she's a pine tree back at Camp Halfblood. Flattering, right? This is what she'll tell her kids someday if she survives- 'hey, well, yea, my father turned me into a magical pine tree so i didnt actually die!' Very satisfactory story, isn't it?

I looked at James. He had curly chocolate-black brown hair cut into a attempt of a skatercut, brown eyes, freckles, fair skin, average hight, and seemed like he had just a bit of muscle. Fred, however, had curly red hair, tan skin, blue eyes, a smirk like he wanted to prankjust a random bystander, and was a little lanky. They were both taking in my apperance.

You see, Zeus can kind of read minds- so often, his demigod children can get that gift. I could hear what James was thinking inside his head. Of course, it was about my appearence. How did I know?

"She has wavy-straight black hair, sky blue- electricity eyes, fair skin, a few freckles...... an ear piercing in the normal spot, and an ear cartolage one.... avreage hight.. and she's wearing ripped black skinny jeans, a black crop top with a yellow dead face, a black studded leather jacket, black high tops, and.... oh my God she's just hot...."

Cool. I guess I like him a little too. Just then, the train pulled into a stop.

"Oh shit! We didn't change!"

The three of us quickly pulled on our robes, not even bothering to put on the button down shirt, tie, and sweater, plus the pants. The black Hogwarts robe was flying behind us, untied.

We raced to the boats, and waited for the boats to arrive and for us to get sorted. Boy, I was nervous.

The professor at the top of the stair way by the eating pavilion looked at us three, and eyed me cautiously. The professors's were aware of me being a demi-god. They probably had to be, considering the fact that I'm so dangerous.

The sorting had begun.

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Edited on:

November 23, 2014.