Chapter 2 Powerful Grandparents

"So let me get this straight. My name is not Nicole Chase, rather Nicole McGonagall. And Annie-"I asked.

"Annabeth!" My sister snapped.

"Hey! You call me Nicky, it's only fair I call you Annie! Fine, so An-na-be-th is actually Annabeth McGonagall." I continued.

Dad nodded his head. I can see that he's driving to Percy's house, but I wonder why. It's also quite strange that David boy, the son of Hermes, isn't with us. Percy is now asleep on Annabeth's shoulder while Annabeth is reading an architecture book.

"Hey, Nicky." Annabeth whispered to me. "What?" "Sorry I snapped at you." "It's fine." Soon, we I arrived at Percy's place. Annabeth shook Percy up, and the four of us went into Percy's apartment.

To tell the truth, I've never been inside Percy's apartment. Not that it was really luxurious, but it was definitely a home. It felt so good just being in the place. However, the second Percy stepped in his place, he spotted two strangers sitting on his sofa. They were two old people. Well, an old man and a not so old woman, to be precise. The old man has a bunch of long white beard, so long that it nearly touched the ground. But he didn't seem to care at all. The other woman combed her hair tightly. I can tell she is a strict teacher.

"Percy, baby." Percy's mom called from the sofa. "Come at meet your grandfather. Albus Dumbledore."

Then, I saw the white bearded man turn around to see Percy. He looked awfully old, but still energetic, somehow. The way he talks, it's as if he was from last century. His gray robes looked professional, for a wizard.

"Hello, Perseus. How are you, my boy?" Dumbledore asked.

The instant Dumbledore called Percy Perseus, I saw Percy tensed up. He immediately reached for his Riptide. But after a little hesitation, he finally relaxed and said, "Hello, grandfather. Please, call me Percy. I prefer to be called that way."

"Is that right?" said Dumbledore, "I heard that you are 12 years old now?"

"That's right, sir. The three of us are the same age. This is Annabeth, and that's Nicky." Percy introduced.

That's when the woman turned as well. She was an old fashioned woman. I can see from her dress, that she is very austere as well. It's hard even to see her not as a maiden of the hunt. Annabeth was the first to react, though, while I was still contemplating on my thought.

"Grandmother, mam. I am Annabeth Chase, and this is my twin sister Nicole. We are daughter of-"Then she utterly stopped herself. She eyed Percy, pondering on how we should do with our other family.

A little embarrassment flies in the atmosphere, but Albus Dumbledore broke the ice right away. "Daughters of Athena. We understand, children, about the other half of your family. Because we are one of you, too. Blame your parents for not telling you earlier. By the way, I am a son of Zeus, and Minerva is a daughter of Hecate."

Percy stammered, " So…, you are telling me, that I am a legacy of Zeus, to be exact." Dumbledore turned to him, "Yes, my boy. It's the blood of Zeus and mostly Poseidon that makes you a more than powerful demigod. But, for now, your demigod-ish powers for Zeus are still shrouded by those from Poseidon. Fortunately, by having a bit of Zeus, you are able to play a quite popular fame in the wizarding world without being fried."

"Quidditch!" squealed Sally beside.

"Yes, Sally. Quidditch, to be exact." replied Dumbledore.

Percy looked at Annabeth, then at me. None of us understand the nonsense right there: Sally squealing at a so called sport and us being more than children of gods. We are legacies and demigods at the same time.

"Okay, time out." Said Percy, "So, you are telling me that I am a powerful demigod and a wizard. The letter we got yesterday was to inform us of going to a British school with wizards."

Dumbledore nodded encouragingly, "Only , there's a problem here. There's a crazy lunatic reviving from death in our world now, endangering a kid called Harry Potter. My suspicion is that, because the lunatic failed to gain power last time, he would combine forces with his father."

Annabeth wondered and asked, "Um, who is his father, sir?"

"Kronos, the Lord of time."

Oh, gods.