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Bold + Italics = Ancient Greek
Italics = Memory
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Percy Jackson because he is owned by Rick Riordan. Nor do I own Harry Potter because JK Rowling owns him.
Annabeth sighed. "Put them next to the others," She said, gesturing to the three figures sitting on the floor.
Percy obliged, leading the two men behind him. After seating them down, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ball of rope. A part of Annabeth wondered where he had found it but she knew that when it came to her boyfriend, there was no point asking.
After tying up each person's hands behind their backs with relatively no damage to Percy and his surroundings – though there was a small incident involving the son of Poseidon tripping over a toppled chair, landing squarely on Ron Weasley's chest. That boy knew more curse words than Thalia and Nico combined! – Percy stood up, a triumphant grin on his face.
He walked next to the daughter of Athena. In one hand, he twirled another wooden stick while in hid other hand, he held a small pink umbrella. She shot him a look, but all she got as an answer was a shrug and a kiss on the cheek.
They stood quietly for a minute, eyeing their opponents. The stranger was the size of an adult cyclops, with a wild and tangled mane on his head that was indistinguishable from the long bushy beard that covered most of his face. He wore a large overcoat made from some type of animal skin. The coat had so many pockets, Annabeth couldn't help but wonder what a person would put in all of them.
It didn't take a genius to see that the three younger people already knew the large newcomer. They kept shooting looks his way and they were slowly inching their way towards him.
Annabeth pretended not to notice. Instead, she leaned in towards her boyfriend and whispered, "Look at me and speak in Greek quietly,"
Percy looked confused, "Why? What do you want me to say?"
"I'm trying to figure out what Harry, Hermione and Ron's reaction will be to the newcomer. I don't want them to know we're listening Seaweed Brain!"
"Oh right! Ok! I can do this!" Percy then started to talk about random topics, ranging from the Stoll Brother's new prank ideas to gossip that he heard from Blackjack and the other pegasi.
Annabeth was only half listening, making agreeing noises every once in a while. Her ears were actually focused on the faint chatter coming from the 'wizards' as Harry had called themselves. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see exactly what they were doing.
The trio had shifted so they were all slightly facing the man. The group, except for Tom the bartender who was sitting quietly, were speaking in low voices, soft but not quiet enough so that Annabeth couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Hagrid! What are you doing here?" Ron asked.
"I was abou' ter ask yeh the same thing!" the man, Hagrid, replied. "Ter answer yer question, I was in Diagon Alley when I heard Tom call, thought I take a look an' before I know it, a kid comes in the room, wavin' round a sword! I was abou' ter jinx 'im good but he took me umbrella!"
Hermione shook her head and frowned but Harry smiled, "Well, I'm glad you're here."
"Me ter, now will one of yer tell me who does kids are?"
Hermione's frown deepened, "We don't know but Harry went and told them we're wizards!" Harry was blushing slightly.
"Nevermind that Hermione, we need to get our wands back and get out of here." Harry said, "I think we should…"
Annabeth stopped listening as they started talking strategy. Being a daughter of Athena, she knew that their plan was not going to work. Instead she spoke up, interrupting Percy's story about Katie Gardner's revenge on the Stoll Brothers for their most recent prank on the Demeter Cabin. "Seaweed Brain, can you make me a rainbow?"
Percy nodded, then shot a glance at the three wizards. "In front of them?"
Annabeth thought about it for a second. They didn't know what it was so she couldn't see the harm of doing it in froont of these so-called wizards. "Go ahead."
Percy closed his eyes. Almost immediately, the familiar tug in his gut appeared and he raised his hand. A stream of water came rushing from the bar towards him.
Meanwhile, Annabeth took out a flashlight from her backpack and shined it onto the stream of water in the air. A rainbow appeared from the water and Percy threw a golden drachma he had just dug out of his pocket into it.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood, Long Island." Annabeth said.
The rainbow shimmered and an image appeared inside it.
All the while, the five wizards watched the couple, dumbfounded. "How is he doing wandless magic? And what is the rainbow thing? Maybe it's some sort of American Floo Powder?" Hermione mumbled to herself.
The image in the rainbow was a centaur standing in front of an archery range. It took a moment for him to notice the IM but when he did, he smiled, "Annabeth, Percy! I didn't expect to get an IM from you this soon! Is everything alright?" he asked.
"We're ok Chiron, no monster attack so far, but that's not why we called," explained Percy.
"Why did you call then?" Chiron asked, looking slightly worried.
"You see, we kind of got lost and ended up in this pub somewhere in London..."
"And?"
"We ran into some weird people…"
"What exactly do you mean by weird?" demanded the centaur, a scowl appearing on his face.
"Well they wear weird cloak things, make light shoot out of wooden sticks and call themselves wizards…"
The look on Chiron's face was no longer worry, nor anger, but pure fear. The demigods' hearts dropped. Seeing someone be scared is normally a pretty mundane thing, but when it was someone like Chiron who is the frightened one, you were more than likely screwed. Nothing but the worst of things could scare someone as long-lived as the centaur. Another thing to be fearful of when someone like Chiron was anxious was that the fear was almost never for themselves, it was for the people who he was talking to.
There was a pause before Chiron took a deep breath, "You have to get out now."
"What?"
"I said the two of you have to get out now."
"Wait! Why?"
"There is no time to explain children! You are lucky the gods have not noticed yet because if they do, no title will be able to protect you! You have to leave right now!" Chiron's voice was urgent.
"We can't just leave! Why do we have to go? Why would the gods be angry?" Annabeth exclaimed.
The image began to fade. The last thing they heard from Chiron was, "Use the Mist!", before he disappeared completely.
Silence filled the room. Percy's hand found Annabeth's and held on tightly. The wizards stared at each other.
Hermione couldn't take it. "What was that thing with rainbow? Who was that centaur? Why did he say that you have to leave? Who are you?"
The demigods ignored the bushy-haired girl. "What do we do Wise Girl?"
"We do as Chiron told us to, you use the Mist and we leave this wretched place."
"Use the Mist? But I've only had one lesson! I can't do it really well yet!"
"We don't have a choice Percy… You have to try! We didn't survive all that we have just to be zapped by the gods because we went inside an old pub!"
Percy could hear the pain in her voice. He knew exactly what she was talking about and he knew she was right. They didn't go through that forsaken pit and save the world twice and then die because of this. He couldn't help but wish they had Hazel Levesque with them right now.
"I'll try but I'll need you to do something. Clean this place up so they won't be suspicious after I'm finished."
Annabeth nodded and together they picked up all the chairs and tables off the floor and set them up just as they were before. The wizards watched them, all with confused expressions on heir face.
Percy closed his eyes and recalled his only lesson with Chiron on manipulating the Mist. Visualize what the target wants to see, not what you want to see, he remembered the centaur telling him.
We were just some random wizards passing by who had a drink and left, you five wizards were playing a bar game and didn't notice us… We were just some random wizards passing by who had a drink and left, you five wizards were playing a bar game and didn't notice us …
Percy repeated the sentence over and over again in his head while at the same time Annabeth untied the hands of the wizards whose eyes were glazed over as if they were in a trance. She pulled each person off of the floor and onto a chair, except for Tom who she left standing up. She then took out the four sticks and the umbrella and left them on the table top.
Suddenly Percy's eyes snapped open and he grabbed onto Annabeth's arm. The couple slipped out into the cool night, not looking back once at the dingy old pub that had disappeared from the spot it had once been.
Harry's head hurt. He couldn't remember where he was.
He shook his head and opened his eyes.
The Leaky Cauldron. He was in the Leaky Cauldron.
He remembered sitting with Ron and discussing whether they should go back for their seventh year when two people walked in.
What did they look like? He couldn't quite remember. One was blonde, he thought.
Then… Then what happened?
Hagrid had come and they played a bar game with their wands.
Wands! He quickly picked his wand up from the table and slid it into his back pocket.
He shook his head again, even though it did nothing to help his headache.
He looked up long enough to see someone walk out of the pub and the door close behind them.
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1. THIS STORY IS NOT FINISHED YET!
2. The next chapter of this story is set about a year later in America. Just think of the first three chapters as a very long prologue
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