Chapter: 2 The Meeting
Percy's POV
After the old dude left, we decided to walk back to the restaurant. We looked in the window to see if that guy was still there. He was. I didn't want to go back in there but I had to. I had to get my backpack from the table. It had money, American, British money whatever you call British money, and golden drachmas. Plus more importantly, it had the piece of paper with that British demigod where supposed to find's information on it.
"How are we gonna get past them to get our stuff?" I asked. Grover shrugged and took a bite out of a tin can. Annabeth however, looked deep in thought.
"I got it! We'll cause a huge distraction and sneak in and grab our stuff!" She said. I frowned.
"I thought this would be more fun. Oh well." I said. Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"How are we gonna cause a distraction?" Asked Grover. Annabeth smiled.
"That's easy! We'll use that guy's horrible choice of plastic surgery for our benefit." She said mischievously.
We casually walked back inside. The waitress looked at us funny.
"Sorry, just wanted some fresh air." I said strolling past her. I put up my hood and walked right past their table without being seen.
"It was Harry Potter, I know it! He joined a cult and everything!" Yelled the bald guy to the rest of his followers. I shook my head at them.
I looked to see if Grover was ready. He was riding up front with a "borrowed" car. He gave me the thumbs up and I nodded to Annabeth. She smiled.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' She screamed as loud as she could. "That creepy looking, scrawny guy cut off that guy's nose! Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" She made a hilarious face that made it look like she would faint. The bald guy stared at the other dude in shock.
"Wormtail, you did?" He asked shocked. Wormtail stared at him in shock. "No!" He said. Now was my chance.
I made a mad dash to the table and snatched the bag and Annabeth's and Grover's things and ran. The psycho dark hair looking lady saw me and became wide eyed.
"My Lord, it's him, it's Potter!" She yelled. He looked up and saw me and smiled. I ran even faster. I was almost there.
"Bellatrix, throw your 'When Potter is running really uncharacteristically fast and getting away' knife!" He yelled and psycho lady smiled.
She smiled and went into her coat and brought out a knife with probably that same label. Dyslexia doesn't usually help with reading, but it's even worse if you add "trying to escape" to that list.
Anyway, Bellatrix threw the knife and I ducked. Unfortunately, that meant it was going to hit Annabeth. She saw it coming and took out her sword (that she borrowed from the armory yesterday because we were teasing her that she couldn't handle one) and sliced the knife right out of the air.
Creepy bald dude looked shocked. "Since when can Harry Potter's sidekicks slice Bellatrix's knifes out of the air?" He yelled in outrage.
"Come on, Percy!" Yelled Annabeth. I waved at the outraged group of people and laughed as well.
"Grover start up the car!" Annabeth yelled. Grover shoved the keys into the ignition. The engine roared to life and sounded horrible.
"Well that's just perfect!" Grover yelled slamming his head on the steering wheel. Grover had picked out a convertible so Annabeth and I just hopped into the car.
The car refused to start up and they were catching up. Annabeth was thinking of something again and I was distracting our new friends.
"Grover, anytime now!" I yelled. He looked very frustrated. "I'm trying! Don't pressure me!" He yelled.
"I have an idea!" Yelled Annabeth. She turned over to the crowd of weirdoes approaching our car. I don't know what took so long but whatever.
"Hey look! It's Harry Porter!" Yelled Annabeth. The old guy I think named Voldemort looked very confused.
"You mean Harry Potter?" He asked. Annabeth rolled her eyes.
"Yeah whatever." She yelled back. They all looked around and the car started up.
"I don't see him anywhere." Yelled a blond woman. Voldemort looked outraged.
"Narcissa is right! Potter is nowhere to be seen!" Voldemort yelled.
"See ya Voldy!" I yelled. As we were driving away a bunch of lights shot out and did various things.
We were driving for hours until we stopped at a gas station. As I was filling the tank, a girl with bushy brown hair and brown eyes to match, a boy with red hair and freckles, and another boy with jet black hair and green eyes and a lightning scar stepped out of the woods looking very tired and hungry.
