A/N- Sooo, I'm going to pretend that the son of Neptune doesn't happen. I think I have a new direction for this to go in. (SPOILER ALERT! BEWARE!) I think I'm going to make Percy and co. go to Hogwarts. Tell me whether or not you guys like this idea, and if you do, who all should go with him? Let me know!

This is kind of a filler chapter, and it's probably not going to be super long, sorry! Caught up with school stuff.

HARRY'S POV:

I had been with my new foster mother for almost a whole summer, and it would soon be time to return to Hogwarts. But, for the first time in my life, I was sad to leave home. I am still excited to go back to Hogwarts, but I rather liked it in the small apartment of Sally Jackson.

At the beginning of summer, I had been shocked to hear that Sally's son Percy would be fighting in a war against a titan. She said that it was likely the war was over for him, and that he would be coming home soon. But she couldn't fool me. Every time she said that, there was a glimmer of desperation in her eyes. She didn't know whether or not Percy would come home. He could very well be dead, but it was as if she refused to let herself see that. She had been telling herself that he would be returning any day now for the past two weeks.

"Harry, I'm going to the store with Paul okay? I'll be back in an hour." She said. I had decided I liked Paul since I had first met him, and he had moved in. He knew about me being a wizard and bout Percy being a demigod. He was a history teacher, and was fascinated with Percy's lineage.

I nodded and returned to the television. I faintly heard the front door open and close, and the car pull out of the apartment complex's parking lot. For twenty minutes I hardly moved, my eyes glued to another episode of The Big Bang Theory. Who knew Americans could be so funny? But as I watched, time seemed to go by ever so slowly. I looked to the clock in confusion, hardly hearing the long hand move every second. I counted the seconds myself, and quickly decided the clock was going too slow.

But it was strange, because I had just replaced its batteries the day before.

For a millisecond it seemed as if I couldn't move, the same for everything else. Even the television stilled. But then it was over, and the clock picked its pace up, soon going along as though it had never slowed. This bothered me, but I pushed it aside, returning to the show.

Ten minutes later Sally burst through the door with a huge smile on her face. Paul followed quickly behind, not looking much different. Suddenly, Sally snatched the remote out of my hands and flipped it to the news. The reporters arresting voice came out of the microphone.

"I'm here in New York City where a deadly storm has raged through the streets. The destruction is vast but it seems to have stopped just before it reached the Empire State Building, and we thank God for that. Back to you Vicky." She turned off the T.V. I looked at her questioningly.

"PERCY'S ALIVE!" she screamed with joy. My eyes widened and I smiled. "That was no storm, that's the battle scene! They just won the war! Percy is coming home tomorrow!" I was happy for her, but not all happy that Percy was coming back. I didn't like it, but I was jealous of him.

Nevertheless, I smiled and congratulated her, and kept myself with a happy façade all afternoon. I went to bed in Percy's room, my makeshift room, and got little promise of sleep. But finally, after hours of staring at the ceiling, I drifted off.

I tossed and turned all night long, but could find no comfort. I eventually gave up at six in the morning and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I was surprised to find Sally awake as well. She was sitting at the bar in her bathrobe clutching a steaming hot pot of coffee.

"Ah! Harry! Why are you up?" she said.

"Couldn't sleep." She nodded.

"Me either. I'm too excited for my baby boy to come home." She smiled as a tear silently fell down her face. My heart ached for her, but I knew she was just crying out of happiness. I nodded and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. I turned to go back to my room.

I closed the door behind me and sat on the bed as I stared out the window into the ever-busy streets of New York City, silently awaiting the arrival of my 'brother'.