Hi guys!

First off, I'm SO SO SOOO sorry I haven't updated for so long! My life has been getting increasingly busy over the last few months, and I didn't have that much time to write.

Secondly, I now have a beta for this story! Thank you theDreamCatcherxX. You were a HUGE help, not just with the grammar and sentence structure mistakes (which were terrible)but also with the story itself. She actually wrote some of the dialogue in this chapter, people!

Thirdly, I've forgotten my disclaimer for the rest of the chapters! So here it is: I is not owning any of this. I is not Rick or J.K. Rowling.

And fourthly (this is the last one, I promise!) enjoy the chapter!

Now let the story commence!

Percy POV

As soon as Annabeth closed the car door, my foot floored the accelerator and the car sped out of the driveway. We zoomed away from the apartments, leaving Paul behind us yelling something about not letting any more pegasi land on the hood.

As the car sped down the road, Annabeth doubled checked to make sure her seat belt was fastened tightly, looking somewhat peeved.

What had Rachel been so scared of? In the Iris message she looked so…agitated, almost frightened. What had happened to scare her so much? Rachel wasn't scared of many things, including the King of the Titans, Kronos. On the contrary, she had nailed him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.

So what had happened? She mentioned her relatives that were staying over had found out about the Greek world. That she told them. But I knew Rachel pretty well; she would never tell her secrets…At least not willingly. Had they forced her to talk? An image of Rachel tied to a chair with many sharp objects pointing at her formed in my head.

With that picture in mind, I pushed the accelerator a little further to the ground, vaguely aware that we were already twenty miles above the speed limit.

I glanced at Annabeth, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, her face stony.

"You okay?" I asked. She didn't answer. All thoughts of Rachel instantly disappeared from my mind. Was Annabeth ignoring me? We had only become a couple a few months ago, after the Titan war ended. Had I already blown it?

"Annabeth, are you alright?" I repeated nervously.

"Oh, I'm fine." She said bitterly, "You just keep going right ahead to save Rachel. I know you care for her so much."

"Well, of course I do." I said, confused, "She's my friend, and-"

Then it dawned on me.

"Oh, gods, no! Annabeth, I don't care for her that way. You're my girlfriend and I-"

I quickly decided to stop rambling, and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Listen, Annabeth," I said, turning in my seat to face my girlfriend. Her stormy gray eyes bore into me. They were still beautiful. "You're the girl I love, and no one can change that. Rachel in a friend, and nothing more." I leaned over and kissed her forehead, and Annabeth smiled. Relief washed over my like an ocean wave.

"Sorry." She said, smiling sheepishly. "We just became a couple a few months ago, so I guess I'm still on 'Paranoid-Girlfriend Mode'"

"Me too!"

Annabeth raised an eyebrow "I said girlfriend mode, Percy."

I felt myself turn red. "I mean, boyfriend mode-I mean-!"

Annabeth leaned over and kissed me, which pretty effectively shut me up. "Seaweed Brain." She muttered, smiling. We shortly got back onto the road and sped to Rachel's place

Once we got there, we stopped outside the fancy apartment building. We both ran out the car, and through the lobby, were the doorman glared a 'you-better-not-break-anything' glare, and rode the elevator to the top floor. Once we were outside her door, I uncapped riptide and was about to Sparta kick my way through the door…

Well, I was 'till Wise girl held me back.

"What do you think you're doing?" she whispered furiously.

"What? Rachel could be in there being tortured to tell her secrets!" I whispered back. "Wait, why are we whispering?"

She pointed the door. "You're such a seaweed brain. The Dare's don't know about Camp or our world. So we can't be very loud about it! And you can't just barge down the door!"

"But Rachel could be-"

"I know, I know, I want to save her too, but her parents and relatives are home! Even if her relatives found out, what about her parents? I think breaking down their door would raise a lot of questions, don't you think Seaweed Brain?" She said while waving her arms.

Shoot. I didn't really think that part out. "Fine wise girl. What do you think we should do, just ring the doorbell?" I said sarcastically.

"…That's exactly what we'll do. Athena always has a plan." She said smiling and tapping the side of her head. She then turned and rang the bell.

- Rachel's P.O.V.

I stared at the place the Iris message had disappeared, absorbed in my own thoughts. A small cough from behind me jolted me out of my trance. Taking a deep, calming breath, I turned to face the Weasleys. They were standing in the doorway. They still looked shocked, but a bit of color was beginning to return to their chalk-white faces.

Arthur opened and closed his mouth several times, doing a wonderful impression of a goldfish. Finally he gulped and said, "Rachel, I-we-are very sorry about the truth potion. We know better than most the value of keeping one's secrets and…we didn't realize what we were making you say."

It sounded as if the apology was rehearsed, but he still looked sincere. All of the Weasleys looked truly remorseful. My anger fading away, I shrugged, trying my best to look indifferent.

"I guess its okay. You were just trying to protect your secret." I said, walking out of the bathroom and collapsing on a sofa.

The Weasleys quickly followed, taking their own seats on the expensive furniture.

"If you don't want us to tell your parents, we won't." said George hastily, plopping down on an armchair. "We 'ear-by swear." He pointed playfully at his missing ear, and I couldn't help but smile. Ron snorted.

"Yeah, George had plenty of practice hiding stuff from mum." He said.

"Is there something I should know about, George?" said Mrs. Weasley sternly, giving her son a severe look. I let out a chuckle.

"I guess we're even now." I said, still smiling, "You know my big secret, and I'm pretty sure I know yours."

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "You think so?"

I nodded slowly. "You use drinks that you call potions. You shoot little beams of light out of those sticks, and you call the light 'spells'. My guess is your magicians, only…with real magic. So I guess I could call you witches and wizards."

I waited for them to burst out laughing. To look at me strangely and say that was ridiculous. But they didn't. Instead, George simply wolf-whistled.

"Merlin's beard, I guess she is an oracle, or whatever!" He said, looking at me with respect.

"Wait-I-what? I wasn't serious. I mean, that theory could be true, but only by a long sho-" I stopped mid sentence as Bill chuckled.

"I guess we're all having life-changing revelations today." He said. I clutched my head in my hands.

"Oh my gods." I murmured, "Magic is real. Wizards and witches are real. My family is magic." I looked up at the Weasleys, whom were all staring at me, except for Mrs. Weasley, who had moved to sit next to me and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. Curiosity came over me in a sudden wave.

"Can I see it?" I asked.

"See what?" asked Ginny, frowning.

"Magic." I elaborated as it shook my fingers and faked a British accent. They all wrinkled their noses at my horrible impression. I laughed, I thought I pretty good!

"Can I see some of your magic?" I continued out of accent, "See what you can so with those sticks of yours."

"Wands." Corrected Ginny, pulling a long, thin polished stick from her pocket. A wand. "On the contrary, you've already seen magic."

I snorted, "Yeah, in quite possibly it's worse forms. Truth potion and Glue-Your-Legs-Together spells."

"Leg locker curse." Corrected Ginny again.

"I want to see some real magic." I finished, looking at them expectantly.

The family turned to Arthur uncertainly, as if waiting for him to give a stamp of approval. Arthur rubbed his temple warily.

"I hope you know, Rachel, that the mere fact that you know about the Wizarding World is a violation to the Statute of Secrecy. Under normal circumstances, ministry officials would be swooping in on your house right now to erase your memory." He said.

My heart sank. I opened my mouth to protest, but Arthur quickly cut me off,

"However, the law clearly states that close family members are allowed knowledge of the Wizarding world. Normally this exception applies only to muggleborns, but I suppose…"

I had no idea what a 'muggleborn' was, but as soon as Arthur said the exception, the tension in the room disappeared. Most of the family was smiling.

"So I'm guessing I don't have to get my memory erased, then?" I asked, looking from one face to another.

"Nope." Said George, grinning widely.

"Yes!" I shouted, doing a little jig.

"Provided," interrupted Charlie, "That you tell no one, not even your parents about this."

I stared at Charlie, "Of course, Captain Obvious. " I said, "I didn't tell my parents about the Greek world. Why would I tell them about yours?" I could tell they were a little confused at the term 'Captain Obvious' but it didn't register at the time. Maybe it was a British thing.

Ginny smiled, "What was that about you wanting to see more magic?" she asked, raising her wand.

"What are you gonna' do?" I asked, looking at her eagerly.

"You wanted to know what the Patronus is." She said, closing her eyes, "It's a pretty complicated spell, but all our family knows it. You just need to think of a happy memory and then…" she trailed off, her eyes squeezed shut with concentration.

"Expecto Patro-" she began, but just then, the doorbell rang.

My eyes widened. In the midst of learning magic existed, I totally forgot my IM. "Oh gods. They're here." What do I tell them!

Sorry this was mainly a filler chapter, I'll try to update soon.