Title: The Slytherin Champion

Rating: T

Summary: What if a Slytherin, and not a Hufflepuff, had been chosen by the Goblet of Fire and joined Fleur, Victor, and later on; Harry in one deadly game for glory that would lead right up to the meeting with Voldemort. And what if this champion was a demigod? Crossover of Percy Jackson.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

Chapter 1: Apollon's Words

For the first three years that I had been at Hogwarts nothing strange, or dangerous, had ever happened. The other houses hated us because we kept on winning the cup, but that was it. And then Harry Potter arrived and soon it was one thing after another. Now I'm in my seventh and final year and it was time to leave all the danger behind and focus on what mattered the most, leaving home and getting a job in something that I actually enjoyed doing. My name is Selene Hops, the unknown daughter of Remus Lupin and the daughter of Hecate, the Greek goddess of magic.

My father, as I've said, is Remus Lupin. I was adopted by the Hops family because both of the Hops were demigods and better at caring for me. Robert Hops is a son of Ares and Ariel Hops is a daughter of Athena. They have legacies of their own and I don't really know where they go. They are what magical people would call muggles, or those that have no magic. I call them a nightmare in flesh.

My mother, as I've mentioned, is Hecate. She's the Mother of all Magic and worshiped like the goddess that she is by those that happen to still remember the old ways. I know of some muggleborns that worship her and she isn't picky about who she looks down upon with devotion. Even though I'm a half-blood in more ways than one I'm considered a Mudblood by those like Draco Malfoy and his gang of morons. Due to the fact that I'm three years above them, and due to leave Hogwarts at the end of this year, they don't dare and try anything.

The only problem that I have with being in Slytherin was the hate and loathing that Professor Severus Snape has for one Harry Potter. Excuse me, but the child was raised by muggles and had no idea about being famous, rich, or anything and yet he acts as though the child is like his father. The man really needs to get it together before his grudges kill him. I do believe that mortals have fatal flaws and I see it every time that Potter comes to Hogwarts.

Snape's fatal flaw is holding a grudge.

When Dumbledore announced that the Triwizard Tournament was taking place at Hogwarts I had a really bad feeling. It was increased by the fact that I knew, and Apollon warned me, that things were happening. Hades thorn was coming back and anyone that took part in this thing would be in grave danger. I doubted the Headmaster was figuring this out like I had. When the feast ended I headed to my dorm, my mind going over everything and trying to figure out what to do.

The next morning, I hurried to the Great Hall and found the horrible cup waiting on me. Lady Hecate and Lord Apollon had visited me, waking me up from a really nice dream of whatever I think is nice. The other mortals were asleep, and I bowed to them, once I got out of bed.

"The Tournament is going to be used by Tom Riddle to come back," Hecate warned me. "Therefore, we both need for you to put your name into the goblet. I will use my influence to ensure that you're the only Hogwarts champion that's chosen."

"However, Harry Potter's name will be put in and this will destroy his friendship. No one will believe that he didn't put his name in except for students that know him well and the staff. You will have to befriend him so that he's not alone in this thing."

"So, this is a quest," I said and they both nodded. "Very well, I accept."

"Take care of my champion," Hecate begged, "Fight against the forces that want to destroy this world."

And then they were gone.

Lessons made the time move faster. I was O.W.L in Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Herbology, and History of Magic. Those days that I had lessons I went to them, leaving me about three days that I had no classes to attend. I used those three days to spy on what old moldy Voldie was doing and coming up with a plan to ensure that he couldn't come backā€¦for now.

"Why can't I get the bone right now," a man's voice asked.

"Because you'll lose it," a cold voice said, making me narrow my eyes at the scene. "Now go and feed me."

I cut the image and thought things over. The only way that you could get a bone was in a graveyard and I had a bad feeling that's where it would take place. When the students from the other schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived. The only time that I had ever seen a woman that close to being tall was the Titans. However, I sensed the same thing from her that I did from Professor Hagrid. She was half-giant.

I put my name in the next morning, much to the disgust of students in Gryffindor and Slytherin, and I sat down at the Slytherin table and gave my offerings to my mother and Apollon. I had just started eating when Malfoy decided to bother me. That's never a good thing, especially since I consider eating a ritual.

"You think that you have what it takes to be a champion, I don't think so."

"Oh, and I don't see you attempting to enter."

"Because-."

"You're not of age," I finished, glaring at him.

"You filthy little-."

I slammed my fork down and said, "You keep that tongue inside your mouth before I remove it while you're still awake to feel it. Since you're not of age, then you can leave me the Hades alone. I'm of age and I have the right to enter. Now go away and stop bothering me."

My tone was icy and thankfully one of the Slytherin Prefects made him go away.

Over at the Hufflepuff table I could hear students that weren't old enough to enter talking about how long it would take before someone died. I though the whole thing was really morbid. When I had finished eating I headed back to my dorm to make sure that my Charms paper was good and to get away from all the talk about death and who they thought would be chosen.

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A/N: My hard drive died on me and so I'm using my brother's computer to write this. However, it also means that I don't have access to my stories. So, this is the only one that I can do. Sorry, about that.