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Harry POV:

The loud noises of the train station were hard to hear over, but it was still possible. I had stayed with the Weasley family with Hermione a couple of weeks before returning for my 5th year at Hogwarts. We walked to a certain platform pillar while accidentally bumping into people. Unfortunately it was impossible to avoid every person we came across. We had soon reached our desired destination.

"Okay kids, go in one at a time oldest to youngest," Mrs. Weasley commanded, "Give your mum a kiss and get on with it."

We stood in a line waiting to get our turn to run into the pillar, so it would take us to platform nine and three quarters. Fred and George had just gone disappearing into the stone prick structure leaving me, Hermione, and Ron standing there in the middle of the station. We said our goodbyes to the remainder of the Weasley family and then we took off barreling down into the pillar.

We came out into the clearing filled with Hogwarts students and their families. The noise was just as loud as at the muggle station, but it had more of a peaceful rhythm to it, for me at least.

"C'mon Harry the train is about to leave," Hermione called out to me while starting to walk to the train with Ron.

"Wait up, I'm coming," I replied while trying to catch up with them. We reached the "Hogwarts Express" as they called it and boarded the locomotive. The Train was packed, all the compartments were full and those that weren't had people flooding into them. We made our way to the back of the train brushing past other students some 1st years.

In the far back of the train was a compartment everyone seemed to be avoiding. It only contained one person. He had sea green eyes and wind-swept black hair. He was well built and had this empty feeling to him as if he was missing something. We walked up to the compartment and looked in. He hadn't seemed to notice us; I think he might have been lost in thought maybe? After a few moments, I knocked on the glass gaining his attention.

"Can we sit with you; there is nowhere else to sit?" I asked the boy.

"Sure I don't see why not," He replied with a grin gesturing for us to come in. I opened the compartment and we took a stepped in. An immense aura over came me as I stepped in. I looked around at Hermione and Ron; they must have felt it too by the looks on their faces. Was this why everyone was avoiding him? We put our bags away and sat down in silence.

I looked him over intently. I was sure I've never seen him around the school before, and he was too old to be a first year. Hermione also must have noticed the same thing.

"Have you gone to Hogwarts before," Hermione questioned the boy, "I don't think I've ever seen you around the school.

"Uh, I'm a transfer student," The boy said like he was trying to convince himself that what he said was true, "The name is Percy for the record."

"My name is Hermione, this is Ron, and I'm sure you know who he is," Hermione said pointing at me. Of course he had to know. I was The Boy Who Lived, it's not like everyone kills a powerful evil wizard as an infant. Plus with You Know Who back on the rise stories about me were coming back to the media.

"Umm, I don't think I know him," Percy replied back to Hermione. Hermione's jaw almost hit the floor; even I was surprised by his statement.

"Do you live under a rock?" Ron asked clearly mad, "How do you not know him, he's Harry Potter!"

Percy sat there still looking confused. "Uh nice to meet you Henry Platter, I hope we can be friends." The boy stuck out his hand. I sat there starring at him like he was mad.

"Its Harry Potter," I said finally shaking his hand. Ron looked like he was about to explode and Hermione was completely stunned. One thing was definitely for sure, either Percy wasn't a wizard or he was missing a lot of memories. He was on the Hogwarts express, so of course it was the latter. Hermione seemed to pick up on this too and whispered something in Ron's ear. He started to argue back, but stopped looking very aggravated. He grumbled something about Hermione being a annoying and stayed quiet. It was probably a good thing he shut up.

"So what do the letters on your shirt say?" Hermione asked while pointing to his shirt.

"Oh this?" he replied, "It stands for Camp Half- I mean Complex Hall Boarding, it's my school."

Camp what?, I thought to myself. Percy was certainly not very good at lying. Why was he trying to cover up his previous school anyways? Hermione and Ron looked at me and that's when I caught on. They think he might be a Death Eater. That would explain a lot of things. Was he possibly trying to get close to me then kill me? I have to keep my guard up for the time being.

The last of the ride to Hogwarts was in complete silence. There was a Death Eater right in front of us. This was a very bad situation.

Soon enough we came to a stop. We had arrived at Hogwarts.

Percy POV:

"It stands for Camp Half- I mean Complex Hall Boarding," I corrected myself from almost spilling some important information. Annabeth's cleverness must be rubbing off on me. I would have never been able to correct myself like that a couple months ago. The three wizards in front of me stopped talking completely. They all looked a bit worried and conflicted. Did I do something wrong?

Soon enough we had arrived at our destination. My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw the school. It was a huge castle with a moat around it. Annabeth would have loved this place. I wasn't too good at architecture, but this was so good anyone could simply tell. When we exited the train, the three who were sitting with me quickly ran off leaving to fend for myself. I got in a boat and it started off. I could sense many things in this lake. There were all sorts of creatures in here. The kids in my boat all looked like they didn't feel like having a conversation, so I left them to their selves.

We reached the castle and hopped out of our boats. There was a stream of students flooding in to the school, so naturally I went with the flow. If you thought it looked good from the outside, it was even more amazing on the inside. I couldn't help but look all around at the beauty of the castle. I entered a huge room with four long tables and candles that floated close to the ceiling. The ceiling looked like it was open, but I knew better than that. There was a section towards the front of the room where the teachers or professors as they called them sit. All the other students brushed past me to sit at the four tables that were in the Great Hall, as they called it.

Oh right, I didn't have a designated table. Nico told me that I had to wait to be placed before sitting down. That would've been embarrassing, well good thing it didn't. I made my way to the back of the hall leaning against the wall while earning some curious looks.

Suddenly, a door opened next to me and kids who looked like first years came out and down the pathway towards and to the front of the room. They stopped before the Headmaster and waited.

"Welcome to Hogwarts first years," The Headmaster spoke. I could tell where this was leading. This was the same at any school I went to. It was a speech about the school and so on and so forth for the new students. I zoned out not thinking I was going to be missing much. I had ADHD anyways; it kind of wasn't in my control.

"Gryffindor!" I heard someone shout out. Or maybe it wasn't someone, but rather something. I looked forward and saw a hat on a stool. Did it have a face on it? A kid walked up and put the hat on.

"Hufflepuff!" The Hat shouted loudly. People from one of the tables cheered. I didn't stay focused for long as the kids were putting on the hat. My mind drifted back to Camp Half-Blood, my family, and then Annabeth.

"Percy Jackson?" One of the professors called out looking confused? "Dumbledore is this wrong; we have no first years left up here."

"I assure you it is right, he must not have come in with the first years," Dumbledore said with a knowing look.

By now all the students were looking around the room. The same teacher was still calling out my name over and over. Well now or never I guess. I got up from my leaning position and made my way to the front of the room. I could feel the stares of everyone, as I walked in the path way alone. The room quieted down, all eyes were on me. I finally got to the front. The teacher starred at me.

"Are you Percy Jackson?" She asked me. I nodded yes. "Well then do you know what year you are in, you don't look like a first year to me?"

"I'm on my fifth year," I said trying to sound as calm as possible, "I'm a transfer student from another school."

"Is that so, well step up to the hat Mr. Jackson," She said, while eyeing me suspiciously. I picked up the hat and sat on the stool placing the hat onto my head and relaxed myself. "Hmm," The hat said aloud, "Very tough decision, many secrets."

The hat seemed to see right through me. 'Lots of loyalty, more than I have ever seen Hufflepuff maybe,' the hat said in my mind, 'You've been through war and lost many companions, could be Slytherin, Very courageous you seem to have faced death countless times before Gryffindor could be an option, You may not be book smart, but sometimes I can tell you are street smart, Ravenclaw can suit you as well.'

I seemed to be sitting there forever, at least ten minutes have passed by now. The students starred at me with anticipation. They were probably wondering what was taking so long.

"This is the hardest decision I've ever had the make," The hat said sounded stressed, "I could be wrong but I guess we'll go with…..

A/N: I don't know which house to put Percy in, you guys mind helping me out? Feel free to leave a review.

Until next time,

Peace out.