Ello. So, I am trying to make an ongoing book that lasts more than a chapter. This is my attempt.

Chapter 1: Meeting Old Friends

"Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep." - Taraji P. Henson

Percy Jackson walked into his New York apartment to see his mom talking to a complete stranger. The person looked up, alarmed at the sound of the door opening.

"Don't worry, Ron. It's just my son, Percy." Sally Jackson told the ginger man.

"So, this is the one Hermione is raging about? The one you had with…" The man, now identified as Ron, faded off at the end, looking sad.

"Yes, that is him."

"Um, hello? Who are you talking about?" The now 17-year-old Percy questioned.

"Percy, this is Ronald Weasley. Ron, Percy." Sally replied.

"Hello." Percy said in a monotone, as if practiced. As he (Percy) moved to the kitchen, Ron replied with a hello, how are you? In said kitchen, a pan of his mom's famous blue cookies rested on two oven mitts on the table.

"So, Ron, why are you here?" Percy asked as he grabbed a cookie.

"I came by to talk with your mother. See, we were old middle school friends, and I wanted to remain in contact." Ron explained reasonably.

"Then, why haven't you visited before?" Percy asked, half-heartedly.

"Because your mother and Har-"Sally made a noise of protest and clamped her hand over Ron's mouth.

"Excuse us for a moment, will you?" Sally dragged Ron out of the room. If Percy paid more attention, he could have heard a very shrill "What!" from his mother's room, where she dragged Ron. Sally walked out of her room, followed by Ron.

"So, what was that about?" Percy asked to nobody in particular.

"Your father." Ron muttered almost going unheard.

"What about him," Percy straightened "he's gone." Ron looked over at Percy.

"Do you remember your mom's friend, Harry?" Ron asked. Percy remembered a bright flash a lightning and loud screaming.

"Vaguely." Percy answered, trying to shake the image.

"What if I told you he wasn't who you think he is?"

"What do you mean" Percy asked cautiously.

"What he means is," Sally started,

"You're a wizard, Percy!" Ron suddenly shouted, startling the other occupants. Ron paused. "That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Sally rolled her eye.

"Yes, it does Ron." She replied, as if practiced. Percy eyed both of them.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Percy asked.

"You look like him, ya know. Same eyes, same... shape." It was Ron who answered.

"How do you know my dad?" Percy asked suspiciously.

"Simple. He was my best friend. Percy your father is Harry..." That was as far as he got before the old man in the weird robes walked in.

"Hello Ronald, Sally." The old man stated, before opening his mouth. "Hello, Percy Jackson. I am Albus Dumbledore. Ex-headmaster of Hogworts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."