Percy
He never knew the little mermaid could be so vicious. After getting pulled into the lake, Percy was threatened at sword point for information he didn't have. They had hissed at him, green eyes and skin blazing. Why are you here half-blood? Who are you? And so on.
When he didn't give them any answers, they got mad and decided to play "let's-all-kill-Percy." Although it just was absorbed into his body and didn't do any harm, Percy got mad.
He felt a tug in his gut, and the water above him and the mermaids raised and began to spin. It soon formed a hurricane.
This went on for hours, and although Percy knew he should be getting tired from holding up the hurricane, but for some strange reason the water kept lending him more and more energy. Percy also realized that even though the mermaids' shots weren't doing any harm to Percy, the mermaids kept on shooting the strange light at him. They're kinda stupid. Annabeth would be ashamed.
Percy froze. he didn't know where that memory came from, but it was fading fast. He looked around wildly, looking for a way out of the lake, when he saw a boy swimming down. He was slender, and a few years younger than Percy. He had dark hair that floated wildly around his face and bright emerald eyes. and scar shaped like lightning graced his features.
The boy's eyes widened, and Percy noted that he was holding his breath. He can't breath underwater, then. Percy's own eyes widened, and he realized for the first time that he was breathing.
The pull in his gut disappeared, and the hurricane above sputtered out. The boy in front of him passed out, and Percy caught him. Not knowing what else to do, Percy swan up to the surface of the lake and stepped onto the shore. He laid the bo on the ground and moved his head, only to be met with a stick of some sort resting on his throat.
"Are you kidding me?" Percy exclaimed, "what is up with you people and pointing things at my throat?" The stick on his throat pulled away, and Percy looked up to see the face of a girl, (the same age as the boy laying at his feet), with big brown eyes and bushy hair.
"What have you done to Harry?" She questioned.
"Who is H-" I started to ask, but didn't get to finish. Another person, the same age as the girl, with bright red hair, interrupted with,
"What are you playing at? Harry is the unconscious person laying at your feet!" My face turned red,
"He was the one who stupidly jumped into the lake with no way to breath!" An old man, very old (with a long white beard and hair), stopped us before a fight could break out, and suggested we go inside. I looked up at the castle next to me, and I gasped. It was huge, with tall towers and gargoyles hanging out on window panes.
Percy agreed to the old man, and followed the large mass of people into the castle. They followed a hall into a cavernous room obviously used for eating. Percy looked into the kind face of the old man, and spilled his story, quietly enough so that the others couldn't hear. He told the man everything, from his amnesia to the monster to the mermaids. The old man smiled and said,
"My name is Professor Dumbledore. And what is yours?"
"Percy Jackson, sir." Dumbledore's face turned white.
"Percy...Jackson?" I nodded.
"Do you know me, sir?"
"Ah, no, not at all young lad." Lie. "I want you to promise me something. If you tell others your story, do not tell them about the monsters. Say you woke up with amnesia and needed a place to stay. All you need to know is that the old queen is up to her tricks." I promised, and he continued to explain about witches and wizards and The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"So, witches and wizards are real, they go to school called Hogwarts, which is here, and get sorted into houses as they compete and learn," Percy summed up. Dumbledore nodded gravely.
"And now, lad, it is time to sort you into a house." Percy gaped, but followed Dumbledore to the front of the room.
"Hogwarts! We have a new addition to the school. Please welcome Percy Jackson into whatever house he ends up in." The people sat down after some quick directions from the stern woman in green. They clapped half-heartedly.
Percy sat down on the stool, as directed by Dumbledore, and the stern woman placed a worn, pointy wizards hat on his head.
Oh I see. The queen is up to her tricks. Percy jumped. A voice was whispering to him. Its time for you to be sorted now is it? Percy mumbled a yes, and the voice kept going. Your mind is gone, but I know who you are. The great Perseus Jackson.
Which house to put you in though. You are brave, loyal, cunning, and partially smart. But which trait is the strongest? Percy was nervous, but when the voice shouted out a word so loud for the whole room to hear, he almost laughed. The hat as talking to him.
Percy took the hat off, and went to the correct table for his new "house."
Aren't you guys so proud of how long this chapter was? So this is my last update before I go on vacation, so I'll miss you guys! What house is Percy in? Find out sometime in December. I'll write a ton on vacation and I'll update as soon as I get back. Read and review, as always! What needs to be better? What was great? -VW
