Road to Recovery: Phase 1

Chapter 2

Flashbacks Part 2

Time: Unknown, Place: Unknown

What happened?

He didn't understand. Well, he knew about her betraying him and leaving but what happened after? The thought of going home was in his head at the time but did he actually arrive. Blackjack wasn't with him neither was Ms. O Leary, so maybe he took a taxi.

'Ugh, it just doesn't make sense. Come on Percy remember.'

-Flashback-

HONK! Percy jumped back at the noise and was nearly hit by a truck. 'Stupid drivers.', he thought while shaking his head and letting out a sigh. 'I just can't deal with this right now.' Seeing a taxi pull up one the side of the street, Percy quickly walked towards it.

"Wait, hold up!", Percy exclaimed.

"What kid?", the driver snapped, "Don't you see that I'm off the clock."

"Look all I need is a ride to Queens.", seeing the man's hard glaze Percy quickly added, "Please."

The man's gaze seemed to crumble at the despair in Percy's voice and the desperate look on his face, "Get in".

Pulling open the door, Percy landed on the seat in a slump and muttered a thanks. The driver responded with a nod. After five minutes of driving, Percy looked at the man, taking in his appearance. He had a head of light brown hair that was starting to bald, brown eyes, a slight double chin and a bit of a beer belly. Percy tried to hold in a shiver at how the man slightly reminded him of Smelly Gabe. Key word tried. Apparently the driver noticed the shiver and said, "You okay kid?"

Soon all thoughts of Smelly Gabe was gone. The tone he used was gentle and worried, different from Gabe's usual harsh one with a slight slur. Percy so noticed that the man had wrinkles around his mouth and crowfeet, that was probably caused from smiling. His eyes had a look of concern in it causing them to look more warm then before. Seeing that the man wasn't a threat, Percy straighten up from his slumped position and gave a warm smile, that was slightly fake, but warm neither the less.

"I'm alright. Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so.", he looked a bit unconvinced but didn't question, something Percy was glad for. " So why were you in such a hurry to get to Queens?"

"Why were you in such a hurry to leave?", Percy questioned, lifting an eyebrow.

"Far enough. The names Pat."

"Percy."

"Well Percy..."

"Thanks for the ride, Pat."

"No problem, kid."

And with that the taxi left heading back to wherever Pat lives. With a sigh, Percy turned and went up the steps of his home. A couple minutes later, he was at the door. Lifting a fist to the door getting ready to knock, Percy suddenly stopped. What if his mom didn't want anything to do with him? Percy shook his head to get rid of the thought and knocked. He heard a muffled 'hold on' and some shuffling on the other side of the door. The door opened and there stood a women with brown hair with some grey and blue eyes. She had a bright smile on her face, that showed her slight crowfeet. 'Mom.'

"Percy!", Sally exclaimed, "What are you doing here? Did something happen at camp? How are you and Anna-"

At this point Percy blocked out what his mom was saying and trying his hardest not to let the tears fall. Thoughts of pain filled his mind and it made it harder. His adam's apple began the quiver, he felt a large lump form in his throat and his stomach clenched. But when Sally said her name, all his strength left him. His vision became blurry and he let out a small pained whimper.

His mom must have heard and stopped mid sentence. Her posture instantly became straight and her face filled with worry for her son. "Sweetie,", she said in a gentle voice, "what happened and don't you dare say 'nothing', Perseus." She added seeing Percy begin to open his mouth to interrupt her. Instead of responding, a trapped sob escaped causing the others to follow. Sally wrapped her arms around her son and held him as his body began to shake and let out painful sobs that was muffled by his mother's shirt.

Once Percy had calmed down a bit, they went inside and though his tears, Percy saw that nothing has changed expect for some new pictures. They sat on the couch and Percy began to explain at the best of his ability. Every now and then, they had to take breaks due to Percy's sobs and by the end Percy was physically and mentally exhausted. His mom sent him to his room, which Percy didn't argue with.

A week later

Percy was laying on his back in his bed with a pair of headphones in his ears. He still couldn't believe everything that happened. A week ago he was going to prose to the "the love his life" but now he's back home listening to Simple Plan, heartbroken and angry but mostly angry. Not just at her but at himself for not noticing it before. The way she always belittled him and tried him like a child unless it had something to do with the war; how she really didn't like him giving her kisses on the cheek, not even holding hands; and when he said he had to leave for a while, she didn't look that down. 'I should have notice. Maybe what they say is true: Love is blind.'

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in."

"Hey sweetie how's it going?". Sally was standing in the doorway slightly leaning on it's sides. Her posture would be relaxed if wasn't for her tensed shoulders. Percy immediately sat up.

"What's going on, Mom?", Percy said more as a sentence then a question. His hand unconsciously found his way to his pocket and his fingers around Riptide.

Sally gave a sigh at her sons actions and said "Percy, come into the living room please."

He followed his mom into the living room and was meet with a strange sight. On the couch there was four people, an really old man and three teenagers- two boys and a girl- that looked to be around the same age of as him. The old man had bright purple robes and looked like a skinny version of Santa Claus with twinkling blue eyes, a crooked nose and half-moon glasses . One of the boys had red hair, blue eyes, freckles, was tall and had a lanky figure. The other boy had untidy black hair, emerald green eyes hidden behind circular glasses, was kinda short and slim and wore clothes that was way too big for him. The girl has bushy brown hair, brown eyes and a look in her eyes that just screamed curiosity and knowledge, which slightly reminded Percy of her.

"Hi..I think.", Percy turned to his mom with a puzzled expression on his face.

The trio muttered 'hello's back while the old man replied cheerfully, "Hello, my dear boy."

"Not to sound rude but who are you and why are you here exactly?", Percy asked.

A look of realization came across the old man's face." Sorry I guess we forgot. This is Ronald Weasley", pointing to the red head, "Hermione Granger" , pointing to the girl, "and Harry Potter.", pointing to the black haired teen. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-"

"Wait witchcraft and wizardry?!", Percy exclaimed more confused then ever.

"Percy, maybe you should sit down for this.", Sally offered gently.

"So my grandfather is some crazed up fruit loop who is bound on world domination and killed many people; there's a type of order who work to protect others; I have magical powers; there's a magical school in the middle of nowhere; and I have to attend said school.", Percy said summarizing what was just explained to him.

"Yes. That is correct.", Professor Dumbledore said.

"Okay, so when can I join?"

Professor Dumbledore began to sputter, the trio looked shocked and his mom looked livid.

"Perseus Achilles Jackson, you could not do such a thing. I just got you back and you're going into a dangerous situation where you don't know the outcome, again. I'm not losing you." Sally began fiercely but in the end she was in tears. Seeing his mom begin to cry made Percy feel like someone throw Lamer though his heart.

"Mom-", Percy was cut off by his mom sobbing. He held her like she had when he came home a week ago. Percy whispered reassurances in her ear until she calmed down. Dumbledore came out of his shock and said, "Percy, you can't join. To join you most be of age and have experience in battle."

" In the Wizarding World, when you come of age is on your seventeenth birthday, right?", at Dumbledore's nod he continued, "Well I'm turning seventeen in August and have plenty of experience in battle. I'll explain later.", he added seeing their confused faces, "So can I join, I won't do any that really concerns battling the Death Eaters, I could just help with making sure that none of the Death Eater's kids try anything."

"I still don't want you to join. You'll be to far for me to know what's going on."

"Well I have an offer that helps you know what Percy is doing. There is a open position for Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and I remember you were the top of your year in the class. Would you like the position?", Dumbledore asked.

At the pleading looks of the four teenagers, Sally agreed. Then they were off to England.

-Flashback Ends-

"So your finally awake, Percy.", a voice came from the front of the room, there stood the small black haired teen.

"Yeah, but what happened after we left?", Percy asked still not able to remember.

"Well..."