A/N: I might have overestimated my familiarity to Harry Potter, obviously I am more familiar with the PJO series, and I thought writing a Harry Potter fan fiction would be as easy, but maybe I was wrong, or maybe I just didn't read enough of Harry Potter's fan fiction. Anyhow, what I am saying is that, the first chapter is ready, however, I am not going to post it any time soon, because I think that whole story still need some more consideration.

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"Mom, we're home!"

"Kitchen!"

Percy dragged Annabeth into the kitchen right after she took off her shoes and entered the door. Like, literally dragged. She had one of her arm pulled by Percy, and the other parts of her limbs trying to catch up with her arm.

"Goddammit Perce." Annabeth mumbled. She would've said that out loud if Percy's mom wasn't there, or worse, Paul.

"What?" Percy turning around abruptly, and Annabeth bumped straight onto his chest. He put on an innocent fact, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was just slightly taller than Annabeth, enough for him to nuzzle his nose on her forehead, which he did not do at that point.

"The fuck, man?" Annabeth demanded hissingly, looking straight into his eyes with an intense glare. She punched him in the stomach and set off to the kitchen.

"Mrs Jackson." Annabeth went for a hug for Percy's mom. When she pulled away, she was face to face with Mr Blofis. "Hi Mr Blofis." She said somewhat awkwardly. She shot a glare at Percy, shutting him up, who was leaning against the door frame, sniggering at the awkwardness that Paul just caused.

"It's nice to finally meet you Annabeth. Please, call me Sally, it makes me feel younger and more closer to you."

"Sure." Annabeth smiled. So far, she was just using her normal socializing methods, which would not work all the way in Sally's house. She noticed that even under the baggy shirt she was wearing, a baby bump was still visible. "How far along? May I ask." Annabeth asked politely, nodding to her swollen stomach, "I didn't mean to pry." She added when she saw hesitance in Sally's eyes.

"Oh, no it's fine. About seven months."

"Was it easier comparing to the time when you had Percy?" Annabeth asked lightening the mood when Sally laughed.

"What did you just say Beth?"

"I didn't say anything, I was not talking to you."

Sally let out a hearted laugh. "To answer your question, Annabeth, yes, it is much easier, and I also think it will be easier to raise her up than raising Percy."

"Mom! You're taking her side already? You don't even know her."

"It's not like you do." Sally faked a glare at her son who pouted back. "I know her mother well enough to know her. She really has her mother's looks."

"Annabeth," Paul said all of a sudden.

"Yes?"

"Call me Paul when you're not at school okay?"

"Yea, okay."

"You two can hang out for a while, dinner will be ready in 20 minutes."

"Do you need any help?" Annabeth asked out of politeness and also due to the fact that she was heavily pregnant.

"No, it's fine, I have Paul helping. Thanks for offering though." At the back, Paul raised his arms in protest, but immediately changed his attitude when Sally turned around. "Oh, and keep him on track will you?" Sally pointed to her son who was already pushing Annabeth upstairs.

"Under this state, no promises Sally. I'm sorry." Annabeth shrieked out the last two words, because she was been dragged and pushed around like a toy by Percy. "I might not even end up alive after ten minutes of your son's torture." She added at the door, then closed it and locking it.

"What do you want to do?"

"Dunno."

Piper - italic bold; Annabeth - italic underline

Use protection

Where did that come from?

Ur at Percy's, no fooling around

God Pipes *face palm*, you dirty minded asshole

Swearin' already? Hm am I interrupting sth then

Fuck no

Debatable

Where is this going?!

U know that

What do you want you little piece of shit

Just checking upon my best friend

Yea sure

Wat? Y don't u believe me?

Starting w/ the ignoring Piper plan from now on *evil smirk*

And with that, she locked her phone, ignoring further incoming messages from Piper.

"Who were you texting to? You seemed to have a deviant smile tugging on your lips all the time."

"I did?"

"Yea. Who?"

"Piper."

"McLean?."

"Duh."

"You sure have a good choice of friends."

"Why?" She rolled her eyes.

"Dinner!" Sally's voice cut off their conversation that was going no where.

"Coming!" Percy yelled back. "Because."

"Cuz?"

"Cuz…"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence when Sally urged them to come down for dinner. Annabeth got the point that he didn't really want to talk about it, the reasons were unknown, but it seemed to be something sensitive.

As they sat down and dug in the delicious food Sally cooked, Sally began to check Annabeth out. Not in a perverted way of course.

"Annabeth, are you still playing soccer?"

"Whoa, you played soccer? You certainly don't look like it." Percy exclaimed. Annabeth shot him a dirty look.

"Uh… Yea, I'm still playing."

"In a club? Pro? Semi pro? Amateur?"

"Er…" She winced, since this was something that she had always wanted to kept low key. "Pro." She said, trying to get over with it as quick as possible.

Percy's jaw dropped when he heard this confession. Annabeth just ignored him and continued eating.

"Do you still have those self-defense class? I heard Athena talk about them when you're at a very young age."

"I finished them already."

"Black belt?"

She nodded somewhat shyly, which wasn't Annabeth-like. The Annabeth every one knows never gets shy and uncomfortable.

"Wow, Annabeth growing uncomfortable, should this be recorded?" Percy snorted, irritated by the ignorance given by his mom.

"Since you brought that up, I will tell you. No this should not be recorded, and no I usually don't get shy and uncomfortable. What I am going to tell you should not be told to anyone in school, nor should it ever be mentioned. Just like your identity of being a movie star, you like to keep it low key, and so do I. I am a professional soccer player, and I am the forward of the youth national team, also one of the captains. I do judo and karate, I am also good with guns, and boxing's also a hobby of mine. To make this 'get to know me' thing sound more real for you, I well tell you that my full name is Annabeth Minerva Chase, but you can ignore my middle name, it was only written on my passport and nowhere else. In addition, you may know that I have a website; and I don't usually date, I had only had two boyfriends, and they all end like what Rihanna described in her song 'Take A Bow'. The vast majority of my best friends are male. I can say that you are my best friend, and I love you as a friend, but that does not mean that I have romantic interest in you, so if you ask me out right this moment, you will be rejected. Sally knew me well." She turned to Sally and gave her a pointed look, but still in a polite way.

"I'm sorry Annabeth, I just…"

"Wanted Percy to know some more about me. I know, it's fine. I just expect him not to mention it towards anybody, even with the people that already knew about all this." She told Percy in a dead serious tone, and Sally nodded in agreement. "I trust you Paul." Annabeth said lastly to Paul who was eating and listening covertly.

"Annabeth?" Paul asked suddenly when Annabeth stretched out her left hand to reach for the pepper. "Yes sir?" She replied, followed by a chuckle coming from Percy. "What's that?" Paul nudged his head towards Annabeth's left thumb.

"Oh, er… A tattoo."

Sally scowled lightly and unintentionally. "That must've hurt a lot." She tried to cover her dislike with a comment. It would be perfect for an amateur, but for a person who had talent, and had studied psychologist, and who also happened to be a lie detector, all that micro expression would not escape Annabeth's eyes. She took that in not as an offense, but as an opinion from Sally.

Annabeth laughed light heartedly, and shook her head.

"I got this a few years back when I was in junior high I think." She put on a nervous smile, and glanced an uneasy glance at Sally. She didn't really care if she left a good first impression as Percy's friend, but she did care about leaving an impression as the daughter of Sally's roommate aka., best friend in college.

"Oh, cool." Paul said, really meaning it. "I wanted a small one back when I was young, but my parents thought of tattoos as a symbol of gangsters, so they didn't allow me to have one." Annabeth gave him a sympathetic nod, much to Sally's disapproval. "Is that the symbol of Master of Death in Harry Potter by any chance? Or is that just a random shape?"

"It was the symbol, that was actually the first thing I thought of when I went to get this."

Dinner finished rather smoothly, and they had actually talked a lot about Percy.

They went back to Percy's room, since to them, it was still early.

"20 questions?" Percy asked.

"Lame."

"So? Yes?"

"Is that the first question? Then yes."

"Not the first."

"Cheater."

"Fine, second question, when did you get that?" Pointing to her hand vaguely.

"Junior high."

"With?"

"Bunch of basketball players."

"Interesting."

"Your mom doesn't like tattoos, just warning ya, don't even think of getting one."

"What?"

"Fourth question asked."

"Fuck you Beth."

"Not so soon Jackson." Ignoring Annabeth's perverted comeback, trying not to laugh, he continued.

"What did Luke and Jason say about this though?"

"Nothing and a lecture."

"Who did what?"

"Fifth, I'm counting. Luke did nothing, he liked it actually; Jason gave me a lecture of how I shouldn't be having it because it made me look like I'm a gangster or something."

"Are you trying to make me ask as many as possible because of these oh-so informative answers you give?"

"Maybe."

"Damn you."

"You still have fourteen questions left to ask."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Where did that come from? No."

"Who's your first?"

"My finger."

"Seriously?"

"Ya."

"I lost it when I was at a party, I was drunk."

"Don't need to know the details of your sex life."

"Do you think that I could last in a relationship?"

"Depends who you're with."

"What if it's with you?"

"Maybe."

"I thought you'd be doing something else like yoga, you surprised me by being a soccer pro."

"You're stereotyping. Is that a question?"

"No."

"Then ask one!"

"How do you know me?"

"Jason."

"How do you know Luke?"

"Thalia."

"How do you know Jason?"

"Thalia."

"How many questions do I have left?"

"Five."

"Whoo, then I have to think wisely. Hmm… How do you think of me so far?"

"A Kelp Head."

"That's all?"

"Yep. Two left."

"Are you single?"

"Yes."

"Will you ever consider going on a date with me?"

"In the future, maybe."

"Good to know that. Your turn."

"What do you want to know about me?"

"Everything."

"That was vague. Anyway, what was the movie about that you last shoot?"

"Similar to Fifty Shades."

"Argh, this is going to be a terrible movie."

"Hey! What is that suppose to mean?"

"What is that suppose to mean? Easy, using a professional swimmer to act as a romantic rich prick, how is that going to show out? Just thinking about it made me wanna puke."

" And you think I'm not romantic?"

"Nah, the word rich might be associated with you, but romantic? No, this word just doesn't belong in the same sentence as the mention of Percy Jackson."

"Oh my god, I am not a rich prick."

"Controversial."

"You're just jealous."

"Of what? Of the fact that you had sex with other girls? Pff. Sure, I only just met you today."

"Love at first sight."

"Then the feeling might be mutual."

"Hey, I never get jealous."

"Mm… I believe you."

"Okay, that sounds very unbelievable."

"Moving on. Enjoying the sex scene?"

"Very."

"Sure."

"No, actually I don't, because first, I'm in a relationship at that time, and secondly it's not like we're really having sex or anything, even the make out sessions are fake."

"Interesting, I take that you don't like kissing people who isn't yours. Will you enjoy it if they were real?"

"No."

"Kay. How many people have you slept with?"

"Two, both when were my girlfriend at the time."

"That's a surprise. Good to know you don't cheat. Fatal flaw?"

"Loyalty."

"Make sense. Romance or humor?"

"Both."

"Long distance or short?"

"Short."

"Pancakes or waffles?"

"Pancakes."

"Yikes."

"Hey I'm offended."

"Okay."

"What? Not even a sorry."

"I thought your the one for jokes, but maybe I was wrong. Favorite holiday?"

"I love all holidays."

"What kind of date?"

"Sex date."

"Then I'm never dating you."

"I'm just kidding. Anything apart from a study date."

"Horror movie or chick flick?"

"Horror."

"Same. Open about your personal feelings for someone or shy?"

"Open."

"Good, I like it."

"This does not count as a question, I take that you're also open to your feelings towards someone?"

"Yea."

"Blue or grey?"

"Both, and also green."

"Ever googled yourself?"

"Yea."

"What do you say?"

"Never do that again."

"Rock or country?"

"Rock."

"Good taste. Favorite band?"

"Fall Out Boy and Sum 41."

"What do you think of Rachel, Drew, Nancy and Reyna?"

"Rachel and Drew are kind of friends with me, I rejected them too many times, and so they went to the popular clique. Nancy's that loner in the popular clique, because her family's filthy rich, so the others stick with her. As for Reyna, personally, I don't think she quite fits Jason, she's a little too hardcore."

"Favorite swear word?"

"Fuck."

"Last question, favorite ships in hollywood?"

"ZiGi, except for the fact that Zayn's a little short; and KenGi."

"I would say you have a good taste if you agree with me that waffles are better than pancakes."

"Nah, pancakes are way better."

"Are we going to start a debate on this?"

"Paul, mom, pancakes or waffles?" Percy shouted from upstairs.

"Waffles."

"Love ya Paul." Annabeth replied.

"Mom?"

"Pancakes are more easy to make, but waffles taste better."

"What? Seriously? No one likes Pancakes? You people have no taste."

"Ha, sucker." Annabeth stuck out her tongue.

"What time is it?"

"We still have time, it's not even midnight."

"Yea, but aren't your parents gonna rest or something?"

"Percy." His mom called him right after he step foot into the door.

"Yea?" Percy stood up, walking out of the door. "Be right back."

"Come. What do you think of her?"

"She's nice, and funny, I like her. We actually have a lot in common."

"You don't know about her, and I think that what she had been through had changed her, she was different from her mother, very different in fact."

"Is it because of the tattoo mom?"

"Partially, yes."

"Mom, I know that you don't like tattoos…"

"That's not the point, Percy, what I am trying to say is that, don't get too close to her, keep your distance. You see, she did not mention any girlfriends."

"Mom," Percy groaned. "Please don't be stereotypical, and she does have female friends okay, she hangs out with boys more because she doesn't like heart to heart talks, like me; and trust me, it is hard to find a girl that's similar to her or can simply get along with her."

"I don't see why is that."

"Sally, you being stereotypical just then." Paul put in calmly. "I have her in my English class, she actually is not the kind of girl who wants attention and those girls who like to attract male's attention. From my experiences in high school, I do agree with Percy at the fact that she doesn't get along with most girls."

"Why?"

"Because…" Paul and Percy started at the same time.

"You go first Perce."

"You have no idea just in her first day of school, how many jocks had asked for her number, and how the popular cliques chased after her wanting to be her minions."

"Also," Paul, continuing on Percy's thought. "Her grades are actually very high, she got A*s last year for all subjects. She didn't actually get the scholarship because of her career as a known soccer player, although she did get promoted by her coach, but her scholarship was earned by herself because of her academic grade. I actually think she's just more perfect than the Athena you've told me about."

This conversation was way too long for Annabeth's liking, luckily for her, she found an excuse to get them to take a break.

Ding!

Can I come down? Need to give your mom something, remembered it just now

Sure

"Owl Head." Percy greeted her with a wicked smile.

"How'd you know? Kelp Head."

"'Smartass little girl, always on a run.'"

"You listen to Skylar Grey too? Good taste."

"What can I say, I'm just too perfect."

She rolled her eyes and ignored the comment, turning her attention back to nicknames.

"As for nicknames, I'm going to warn you before you got injured by calling me something I loathe. I will accept any sorts of name calling when that name you called me isn't something slutty, like 'Annie' or something along that line."

"Beth?"

"Works." She shrugged walking inside and handing Sally an envelope.

"Oh and Sally?"

Sally looked up and frowned slightly at the sight of the aggressive looking cobra, but still looked back to Annabeth's face.

"Actually, never mind. We need to go back Percy."

Later that night, she got a text from Percy, telling her that his mom's shedding tears after that letter.

Expected

Was all she replied.

She flopped back onto her bed as quietly as she could without waking up her roommate. But she was very unfortunate, because she woke up.

"Hey, how was your date?"

"Did I wake you? Sorry Kate."

"It's fine, but tell me about your date?"

"I didn't went on a date."

"But you did went out with one of the nicest popular guy."

"His mother wanted to see me."

"This fast?"

"Huh?"

"She already knew you and wanted to see you? So are you and Percy dating?"

"What? No. My mom is his mom's best friend."

"Oh." Kate's voice dropped. "Thought he already thought you as his girlfriend."

"Not that fast. Do you have a crush on him?"

"Nah, if I do, it won't last anyway."

"Why?"

"Cuz, I'm moving, these are my two weeks here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know how will you react."

"Where are you moving to?"

"I will be transferring to a all-girls' school, just a few blocks down here."

"Name?"

"North-West."

"Wow, that's a good school."

"You knew?"

"Yep, two of my best friends go there."

"What are their names?"

"Thalia and Bianca."

"Woo, I'm so meeting them next week there."

"Any idea who my replacement is?"

"Not a single bit."

"Kay… Night."

"Night."

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