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With a start, Percy opened his eyes to see concerned faces staring at him. "The um," Percy cleared his throat, "the last surprise I got, killed three of my friends."

The trio stared at Percy in response. Not giving them time to piggyback off of that question Percy said, "Any more questions?"

"So many." Was their response.

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Harry, Ron, and Hermione began to talk all at once. It made Percy's head spin.

"Hey, hey, hey! One at a time. Please." Percy rubbed his face. He was tired. And not in the mood to deal with this. The trio quieted down. Percy pointed at Hermione. "Okay. You can go first. We'll go in a circle."

Hermione sat for a second, thinking of the right question that she wanted to ask. "Why did you come?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"To Hogwarts. Why did you let Dumbledore bring you here, when it would've been easier to stay home?"

Percy chuckled quietly at the word 'easier'. He sat thinking about her question. Percy had two reasons: the reason he told Dumbledore, and the reason he told himself.

"To be honest, I wanted to ignore it. The last thing I wanted to do, the last thing I want to do is get mixed up in another war because of another evil grandpa."

"Another?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. Voldemort on my mom's side, Kronos on my dad's." Upon seeing their confused looks, Percy clarified. "He's the Titan Lord of Time. Or was, I guess. He's dead. Sort of. It's actually kind of complicated, but it's not something I have to worry about anymore." 

Hermione shook her head trying to understand. "Anymore?"

Percy nodded. "My girlfriend," Percy's voice caught. He coughed. "She killed him. In our first war. The Battle of Manhattan." Percy chuckled lightly. Believe it or not, that was a simpler time. 

"What was your second war?" Ron questioned. 

"Hold on- Percy you didn't finish my question." Hermione cut in.

"Uh, yeah I did."

"No." Harry said. "That's not the reason you came. You could've ignored us. Why didn't you?" 

Percy sighed. "After the Giant War (the second war I fought in) my girlfriend Annabeth went missing." Percy didn't notice, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione tensed up. Mcgonagall did notice this. "I spent the past two years searching for her, and when Dumbledore came along, I figured that he needed something from me, and I could get something from him. After the war, he would owe me, and I would've used it to find Annabeth." Percy exhaled and ran his hand through his hair. "Doesn't really matter now, she's dead." He said dejectedly. 

"Annabeth's not dead!" Ron blurted.

Percy's head snapped up. In a dangerously low voice he said, "What?"

This caused Ron to shrink back a little. Hermione took over.

"Annabeth, she- she isn't dead."

Percy tensed. He became a statue; frozen with the idea that Annabeth could be alive, torn with the fact that he knew there was no way she could be, confused with the fact that somehow Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew this and he didn't. 

Percy's voice hardened, a glare forming on his face. "I'm going to ask again. What?" Percy didn't even try to calm his anger. 

Hermione shrunk back a little too, but tried to answer him.

"Well we- Harry- a few weeks? Months? No, no, weeks, we- he, Harry he, he had a dream-"

"Weeks?" Percy stood up. "You've known about this for weeks?" Percy fumed, practically shouting. He couldn't believe this. "You three better have a dam good reason for not telling me." Hermione and Ron glanced at each other before looking down. 

Percy began to violently shake. Right as he did, the room began to as well (luckily he managed to cool down just enough to prevent an actual earthquake). 

"We thought you were a death eater." Harry said nonchalantly. 

This made Percy even angrier. McGonagall's tea exploded (to be fair- Percy didn't even remember her getting tea) and the floor began to shake- again.

"Percy, I need you to calm down." Professor McGonagall calmly advised. She talked to Chiron, and he gave her pointers for how to help Percy relax. 

"Calm down? You want me to calm down!?" Percy yelled. "They knew she was alive- I made her a shrine! Two years of thinking she was alive, to finally accept her death and I find out you three knew? And you didn't tell me? Because of your bias? How in Hades do I calm down?" Percy ranted, pointing at the trio, all the while gripping Riptide.

"Percy, Annabeth wouldn't have wanted you to do this." Hearing Annabeth's name caused Percy to stop his rant and freeze. "My boy, you've been through so much. I understand your pain- though I've never been where you are." Percy tried to take deep breaths, listening to Minerva's words. 

"She- all this time... I could've done something..." Percy broke, collapsing to his knees on the floor.

"Percy, there's nothing you could have done." McGonagall sympathized. She fixed her tea cup, as Percy closed his eyes, letting the tears fall, willing himself to calm down. 

McGonagall shot a glance towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione's terrified faces, warning them not to speak further. 

"How-" Percy took another deep breath, before looking over to the trio. "How do you know?" He was beyond angry with them, but he needed confirmation.

"I had a dream." Harry replied.

"A dream? What about?"

"Annabeth. She- she was with Voldemort." 

McGonagall's tea cup shattered again, the liquid spilling all over the floor.

Percy didn't move. He took another deep breath. "Was she hurt?"

"I-" 

"Was. She. Hurt."

Harry looked up and flinched at Percy's face. "N- no. Just a few scratches and bruises. N- nothing serious, but..."

"But what."

"Her- her ankle. It didn't look to good."

Percy grimaced. She broke it before they even fell into Tar- that place. Then she went through that, and a war... two years... Percy tried to calm himself. Maybe it just looked worse than it is? Yeah. Yeah. That's it.

Percy nodded slowly. "What else?"

"H- her and Voldemort, they were talking about the prophecy." Percy tensed. "He said that one way or another you would join him and together you would take over the wizarding world." Harry finished.

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

Percy sighed. Quietly, he recited the prophecy.

"Two half-bloods shall reunite them all,

Into realm of darkness one will fall,

To bring back from the myth and pain,

One will lose what the other will gain."

"What?" Hermione hesitantly asked.

Percy looked up. "The prophecy."

"What about it?" Ron said.

"To bring back from the myth and pain. That's about Annabeth. It has to be."

"How do you figure?"

"Bring back from myth and pain. Pain, cause everyone thought she was dead, myth cause she's a demigod."

Everyone in the room stared at Percy in confusion. 

"Percy, that doesn't make sense." Hermione said.

"Voldemort." Ron, Hermione, and Percy, looked towards Harry. "The myth is Voldemort. No one believes that he's back, the ministry thinks that he's just a myth."

"Merlin, Harry you're right!" Hermione exclaimed. "You both are!"

"Huh?" Harry and Percy chorused. Harry glanced at Percy, but this time, didn't glare. 

"To bring back from the myth and pain. You- someone, I don't know who, will bring back Voldemort and Annabeth."

"Ohh." Percy said. That actually made sense. 

"Great, so we made out one line. What about the other three?" Ron asked.

"Well, the two half-bloods are probably Harry and I." Percy deduced, glaring at Harry's name. "He seems to be the prophecy kid around here."

"Yeah, except I'm a pureblood."

Percy frowned. "You sure?"

"Pretty positive."

"Dam. Hermione? Ron? You guys aren't half-bloods by any chance?"

Hermione and Ron shook their heads. "I'm muggle-born, and Ron's a pureblood too."

"Dam." Percy repeated. The four of them and McGonagall sat in silence thinking about the line and who it could possibly be. Although McGonagall just seemed to be waiting for the four students to realize something.

"So what makes you a half-blood? One magical parent, and one mortal- uh, muggle?" 

Hermione nodded. "That, or you can have two magical parents, just with one descended from muggles."

"Hold on." Harry sat up. "My father- James- he was a pureblood. But my mum- Lily-" Harry clarified for Percy, "she was muggle-born."

Percy smirked. "Well then, welcome to the half-blood club, Potter." Percy held up his hand for a high five, which Harry unenthusiastically did back.

"So that solves it?" Ron asked. "Harry and Percy reunite what I'm guessing is the wizard world?"

"There's still two lines left, Ron. And besides, it says reunite them all. That can't just mean wizards, can it Percy?"

"Probably not. Prophecies are never straight forward. There's always a double meaning." Percy thought for a second. "Maybe wizards and demigods?"

"Why would we need to reunite them?" Harry asked.

"Well, I remember Hecate and Chiron telling me-" Percy looked at the trio's confused faces. He sighed, then explained, "Hecate is the Titan Goddess of Magic, the Mist, and crossroads. Chiron is Camp Half- Blood's-" (more confused faces), "the camp for Greek demigods," Percy added. "Anyways, he's the camp activities director and master trainer for demigods...also an immortal centaur." Percy laughed at his own little description.

"Hold on- what's the Mist?" Ron questioned.

Percy groaned. He should of just explained everything right out of the gate. "The Mist is what hides all of the scary Greek stuff from mortals. Basically so they don't freak out. We (by we I mean Gods and certain demigods) can manipulate it to show mortals what we want them to see, and to hide what we don't. Some mortals can see through the Mist, but luckily most can't."

"Have you ever used it on us?" Harry said.

Percy laughed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not as amused. "Ever since the day I met you." Percy explained further, "I covered up my SPQR tattoo with the Mist so you didn't see that and asked questions, or so you didn't see the Dark Mark and asked questions." Percy saw Hermione about to question the SPQR. "And before you say anything, I'll explain everything further later."

"Really?"

"Probably."

"What else have you used the Mist on?" Ron asked.

"When you and Harry took my backpack. I didn't have school stuff in there, I had celestial bronze daggers (the stuff to kill Greek monsters) ambrosia, and nectar (food of the gods, helps demigods with injuries) and a few basic stuff. I didn't want you guys knowing about me being a demigod so I covered it up."

Harry waved his hands, quieting down the side conversation. "Back to the original thing. Percy- why do you think the prophecy means reuniting wizards and demigods?"

"Oh right. Back to what I was saying, Hecate is responsible for the whole wizard thing. She gave some guy powers as a thank you for completing a quest, he had kids, yadda, yadda, yadda, then bam! Wizards. Then a while ago, demigods and wizards met, had this weird feud thing, resulted in a war, then the gods erased both sides' memories of each other. Demigods didn't know about wizards, and vice versa. 

"I'm guessing, that the prophecy means that we have to reunite them back together to stop Voldemort and whatever other mess he's created."

"You think there's more than just this?" Hermione said.

"Almost always is. But for now, we've got our hands full." Percy looked towards Professor McGonagall. "Uh Professor?"

"Yes?" Minerva looked up from her third cup of tea.

"D'you think that we could have the next few weeks- months maybe- off from classes? We've got some questing and prophecy stuff to do."

Hermione's eyes widened in horror at the idea of missing months worth of classes. 

"Why yes, of course. I'll arrange it with your professors."

"Thanks." Percy looked back towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Rest up guys, cause first thing in the morning- we're figuring out how to get Annabeth back, and how to save the wizard world."