OK THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE SLIGHTLY CONFUSING AND MAY BE MOVING A LITTLE FAST. BUT BEAR WITH ME BECAUSE ANSWERS WILL COME IN THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS. READ REVIEW AND ENJOY!

OH YEAH, I ALMOST FORGOT. I DO NOT OWN PERCY OR HARRY, APPARENTLY KIDNAPPING THEM, DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO OWN THEM. , JK

Title Winning

Percy stole silently through the unfamiliar neighbourhood.

He fingered Anaklusmos in his pocket. A sudden wave of panic washed over him. Something told him that this was the wrong place to be. He edged his way along the well worn road and manicured gardens and tried to remember the blur of yesterday.

The spirit if Delphi, tie-died sundress and all, had made a strange appearance in the campfire. Not metaphorically speaking. She physically appeared in the campfire. When the fire had been quenched, thanks to Percy's 'Poseidonish' powers, she smiled in that, creepy, toothless, dead way of hers and rotated her head in a 360 degree turn to stare at him. She then spoke in a hacking, raspy shudder:

Silvery glow of orbs up high,

Strategically placed to shame the sky,

Hero beneath veils of black shall weap,

For magic doth his power reap,

In darkness he seeths and grows in envy,

In the shadows are strongest heard his whispers.

He had no clue what it meant. The mist around the Mummy had then formed a sphere around Percy, burning him. When the mist cleared, it was morning and he was sitting at the end of this road with all the immaculate houses and tidy gardens. At his feet was a battered old compass with the word guide written on it in Greek. After taking a few seconds to comprehend what had happened, he iris-messaged Camp. Chiron told him that he had been chosen to complete a quest *yippee*(not). The compass would direct him to where he needed to go. So here he was.

He tensed as a little girl ran, shrieking with happiness to her mother. She turned and waved. He smiled back but her mother cast a disapproving look in Percy's direction and led her away. Suddenly he heard a shrill voice screaming out of house number four's window.

'Harry!' shrieked a thin, long-knecked woman 'Harry!' She was looking at him, her keen eyes boring into Percy's, through her gaunt sockets. Percy turned around, expecting to see a Harry behind him when he glanced at a clean white board with the street name engraved on it.

'TITLE WINNING' he read. It seemed like a strange name, Percy realised that must not be it. He hated dyslexia! He squinted at the board again.

'LITTLE WHINGING-privet drive'