Chapter 1

Harry was still furious at his friends and the Order in general for not telling him anything. Voldemort's was coming for him specifically, yet no one thought he should be informed or prepared at all. They even let his friends come here before him, like they needed to know more than him, the actual target!

He glared as his door creaked open: Hermione flinched, then met his glare head-on, "I was sent to tell you that there's an order meeting we all must attend."

Harry's glare transformed into confusion before he rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'll be down in a minute for the small insignificant information they're being forced to give me. Thanks for at least telling me that much."

Hermione glared, then sniffed, "I think you're taking this too far, Harry. It's all for the greater good." She turned and walked out before he could respond.

Harry sighed, shoving his emotions down, "For the greater good."

Percy groaned, grumpily looking at Thalia, "Pinecone face, I'm never gonna be able to shoot! It's not going to happen. Apollo tried to help me-"

"Apollo doesn't know jack, Kelp head," Thalia shot back: the sky rumbled but Thalia ignored it, "You lost the bet. You need to get a bullseye-"

Percy let out a huff of irritation, clumsily picking up a bow and trying to string an arrow, "I know you cheated. The other cabins helped you so I'd learn to shoot."

"So they'd stop getting hit?" Thalia said teasingly, "Seems like a good reason to cheat."

Percy scowled and let an arrow fly: it missed the target and spiraled into the woods. "I'm not that bad."

Thalia stared at him. "Did you not see that shot? How-?"

"Hey, we don't shoot down at my dad's palace," Percy said defensively.

Thalia rolled her eyes. "And we don't swim in the hunt, but I can still do it." She stood tall. "We're staying here until you can at least practice shooting without hurting someone. It'll help the camp."

Percy sighed, trying to aim, "Right. Camp."

Harry stared at Dumbledore, who was studiously looking away from him. "What?"

"Voldemort has a grandson who seems to be as powerful and dangerous as him, if not more." Dumbledore repeated, "I have set up some barriers which should stall him for a while."

"Then what?" Harry asked angrily, "What's our plan?"

"Mr. Potter, if you're not going to listen you shouldn't be here," McGonagall said stiffly, "The headmaster just told you he set up barriers."

"That's the plan?" Harry asked, astonished, "Just hope some barriers protect us?"

"The barriers aren't for protection," McGonagall replied, "They are merely trials for us to learn about this grandson of Voldemort's."

"And if he's evil!" Ron asked, "What's our plan then?"

"Dumbledore will take care of it," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, "You shouldn't worry about that."

"I won't worry about it," Harry said, voice raising, "I'll be carefree as that grandson kills me!"

Snape sneered, "Stop being so dramatic, Potter! The world doesn't revolve around you. Spoiled son of a-"

"Severus," Dumbledore interrupted, eyes twinkling, "This does not involve him, it is among all of us."

"No," Harry shouted, smacking his hand on the table, "This involves me, the kid who'll actually do something. Not sit around and wait for death." He jumped up and ran out of the room.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, shaking her head, "Temper tantrums."

Snape muttered something that had McGonagall glaring at him before she turned to Dumbledore. "What should we do about... ?"

Dumbledore raised his hand, silencing her. "He will be fine," he said, "Once he's calmed down."

Ron got up and started walking out of the room.

"Ron, where are you going?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ron didn't look back. "To find Harry before he does something stupid."

"He's not going to do anything," Mrs. Weasley started but Ron was already gone.

Snape sneered, "Gryffindor. Always overdramatic."

"They don't have to worry about any of this," Mrs. Weasley fretted, "They're children."

Hermione spoke for the first time since entering the room, "Harry's been through a lot: I don't think he agrees with you."

Mrs. Weasley huffed, "It is not up to him."

"Indeed, it is not, " McGonagall agreed, "We will not allow him to know more just because he wishes it, and there is nothing he can do."

Hermione winced, "That might not-"

She was cut off as Ron came frantically down the stairs, "Harry's gone!"

Percy came skipping into the fire pit area, "Guess who learned to shoot!"

Everyone cheered.

Thalia walked in, a grin on her face, "It only took him eight hours."

Percy was still skipping around, "I've never been able to shoot before! Worth the eight hours!" Everyone laughed at his antics. After a few minutes he calmed down, looking almost nervous, "I've got something to say, actually." Everyone's eyes were on Percy now. He sighed, "I'm leaving camp-"

Instantly everyone started yelling.

"What?"

"You can't leave!"

"We just got you back!"

"What now?!"

"Why can't they pick someone else?"

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but everyone's voices and complaints just got louder.

Percy held up a hand; everyone fell silent, "Not on a quest. My mom called Chiron: I have a new baby sister."

Everyone took a moment to proslcess this: then they started cheering.

"I'll be back in a month!" Percy said over the yelling: everyone yelled their goodbyes as Percy grabbed his bags and went back to the mortal world.