Good –(insert time of day here) !

-chings: Well, you can find out here!

-yarra: Why yes, yes you do detect one!

-WishesintheNightsky: I was actually waiting for someone to ask that. No, I do not intend for them to be a couple. If they seem to have any connections that way, it's supposed to be brotherly love, nothing more. =)

-Daughter-of-Poseidon16: Uh, I actually don't know why I didn't let Percy use his sword against them. It was something my fuzzy 3:00 a.m. mind came up with, and I go over this at like, 10. I just go with whatever I have written, pretty much. =)

-AtlantianA: Mayhaps, he shall.

So sorry about the extra late update! (No, I did not intently rhyme…) Just started high school, and I have loads of homework. Updates will start to come later now, sorry about that. I will try to manage one every one and a half weeks.

Disclaimer: Really now? Do I look like I need a disclaimer? Do I look like Rowling or Riordan?

The chapter is brought to you by 1:30 a.m.! The time of day when I normally end up writing you this!

Percy's POV

"A demigod sir. Half human, half god."

I watched as Draco's eyebrows rose up, the other two people (who I presumed to be his parents) gawked, and snake-face, that's what I had been calling the guy sitting on the throne, stared at Snape in disbelief. "Half…god?" The pale, nose-less guy asked.

Snape nodded. "Half god, my lord. Greek god, to be exact."

"Greek god?" snake-face asked. His face distorted as if he were trying to recall a memory. After a few minutes, recognition passed over his face. "Ah yes, Greek gods. Myths made by the Muggles over in Greece." (A/N I'm guessing he may have learned something about them in the orphanage…?)

I drifted my eyes over to Draco, who seemed confused. He caught my eye, and mouthed the words Greek Gods? I nodded. There was no way to hide it now. After all, Snape had somehow gone inside my memories. (Most) of my life had sped before my eyes, beginning with me being four, the earliest of my memories, and ending with myself in the Underworld, when I was eleven and on my first quest, with Hades bearing down over me. Of course, this had scared Snape, and he quickly got out of my mind. But not before learning what I was.

"My lord, if I may ask, do you know what Greek Gods are? Us being raised in the wizard world… we do not know what they are." The man of the couple asked, a tinge of fear in his voice. Perhaps he was afraid for his life, as if speaking without being spoken to would get him killed.

Snake-face glared at the man, and Snape piped up, as if sensing that snake-face would blow the man to bits. "I have heard about them before. They were myths made up by Muggles in Greece, about twelve main gods, who ruled the earth. Now days, not many people believe in them…"

The man nodded, a thanks maybe, and turned his attention back to snake-face, not uttering a word.

Snake-face was staring at me intently. "So, if the boy is truly part god, what god is he part?"

"Poseidon." Snape said at the same time I said "I will never tell you."

I glared at Snape. I could tell he was barely keeping the smug look off of his face.

"Poseidon," snake-face mused out loud, "which one was he…?" He looked at me, as if expecting that I would just blurt out who my father was.

I raised an eyebrow at him, and curled up my lip. "Yeah, like I'm gonna tell the people who kidnapped me any information about myself."

"He has a point," I heard Draco muttered. Thankfully for Draco, snake-face didn't hear him.

Snake-face studied me. He clenched his jaw, fury burning in his eyes. Clearly, he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted when he wanted.

"My lord, if I may make a suggestion." The man, Lucius, I believe his name was, said.

Snake-face raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Lucius?"

Lucius glanced at me, pointed his wand in my direction, and whispered something. He began to talk to snake-face, but all I heard was a bunch of buzzing, the sound of silence.

I turned towards Snape, a questioning look on my face. I opened my mouth. "Why can't I hear them?" I nearly asked, and then remembered that this was the guy who was just in my head. I really didn't' feel like talking to a dude who knew every detail of my life, well, of eleven years of my life. I shut my mouth and turned back around.

I was getting more anxious, wanting to pace some more, but unsure what reaction I would get from snake-face. Normally, it worked up even more for myself when I felt in danger. And being kidnapped in London kind of counted as 'danger' in my books.

Draco kept glancing back and forth between me and snake-face. He looked… worried, as if something horrible was about to happen. Which, with my luck, probably was.

Lucius turned back around and flicked his wand in my direction again. He was smiling, not a good sign.

Nodding, snake-face said, in a very calm and kind voice, "Percy, you don't have to tell me what your father is god of. However, I would like you to stay here for a couple of days, so we can… get to know each other."

"Yeah, 'cause it would just be so cozy to stay here! In a place where there are crazy wizards running around firing useless spells." I said.

Snake-face's eyes burned with fury. Lucius glanced at him nervously, inching ever so slowly back over to his wife.

Snape, sensing the anger, piped up. "My lord, I must be getting back to Hogwarts, I have a meeting to attend in five minutes-"

"On your way out, Severus, please escort Mr. Jackson to one of the guest rooms." Snake-face grumbled, obviously not pleased to be showing any type of courtesy towards me.

"Yes, my lord." Snape said, and turned around. He swooped over to the door, his black robe filling with air and swirling like water around him. He turned his head slightly back towards me. ""Follow me, Jackson." He said.

I shrugged and began to follow him. I figured I might get a moment of privacy in one of the 'guest' rooms. Annabeth would more than likely IM me any moment. Besides, snake-face seemed like he was about to burst with fury. And it's not like I needed to be there when that happened.

Stepping out of the room, just as the doors were closing, I could hear snake-face let out a roar of frustration. A spell hit the door that had just clicked closed behind me. A sizzling sound came from it, and I shuddered thing what would have happened if that had just hit my Achilles' heel.

Snape led me through the halls, apparently confident that I would not try and run. Going up a few flights of stairs, turning what seemed like hundreds of corners, and winding down endless halls, we finally made it to a guest room.

"This is where you shall be staying." He said in a bored tone. He opened the door. I stepped inside. The walls were pale, pale grey, and the carpet seemed to be made out of mold. No windows were in this room. A bed sat in the far corner, untouched, already made. A black desk stood nearest to me, a lone stool sitting right underneath it. There was also a closet in the room, which had a broken door. Inside of the closet, I cold just make out a huge, dusty black velvet robe. A door led to bathroom, complete with a shower.

"It's so colorful." I said with a sneer.

"I must be going now." Snape said, a boasting-like edge to his voice.

"What's the name of your master?" I asked. I don't know why, exactly, I asked right at that moment. I had a gut feeling that if I didn't ask right then, I would never find out his name, I guess.

A moment of silence passed. I thought maybe he had left, but then I heard him breathe out. "V-Voldemort." He said. Only I misheard him, and thought he said 'Moldywart.'

As I turned around to ask him what it was again, the door swung shut. I could just make out him saying something. I then heard his footsteps echo down the hall. I listened to them till they faded completely. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Cursing, I went over and plopped down on the bed.

My stomach grumbled, and I realized that I hadn't eaten anything for a few days. I wondered when, or if, I would be able to go home. I wanted nothing more right at that second to be at my Mom's apartment eating one of her not-so-famous blue homemade cookies, resting on my own bed. Somehow in my wandering thoughts, I thought of Draco, and how he seemed like a scared, confused, demigod, kind of like the younger kids we get at camp. The younger kids that I help out with, I though, the ones that it's my duty to protect.

Lost in thought, I barely heard when the Iris Message popped up. I did, however, hear Annabeth say "Now's a good time, I take it?"

I sat up and looked at her. She was wearing a camp tee-shirt like I was; only hers' wasn't charred and ripped up like mine. A winter jacket was pulled tightly on her body. Owl earrings dangled from her ears, and she wore her camp necklace. Her blond hair fell down her shoulders , ever so slightly tucked into her jacket. Annabeth's piercing grey eyes studied me intently, sucking up all of the information they could take in.

"Yeah, now's a good time."

"Well, I'm glad you're alive Seaweed Brain." She said with a small sigh of relief. "I contacted your mom before, to let her know that you were alive."

I smiled. It was just like Annabeth to think ahead and give my mom a heads' up that her son was at least still breathing. My mom was probably panicked that I was in another country, although she probably wasn't too worried about what trouble I had gotten myself into. Hopefully.

"Thanks Annabeth." I said.

"Do you know where you are yet?" she asked, looking around the room I was in.

"No. I might still be in England, but I'm not sure."

"Any idea how you're going to get out of there?"

"No," I said, and then hesitated. Annabeth noticed my hesitation, much to my displeasure, and questioned it. "It's just… everyone is so…weird around here. I mean, they're saying they're wizards. I just kind of want to find out what the Hades is going on over here before I leave. There's also a boy here who reminds me of the little kids over at camp..."

Annabeth thought for a moment, a frowned formed on her face. She then nodded. "I can understand you wanting to figure out what's going on over there. And how you would want to protect a boy who reminds you of the little kids. But Percy, you don't know how dangerous it could be over there."

"Yeah, I know. But it's…strange over here. It's almost as if the one guy is a Titan, the way everyone over here acts."

Annabeth let out a small disgruntled sound. "I can tell when I'm not going to get you to change your mind Percy. Fine, but we'll come and get you in a couple of days, IMing you every day."

"I need supplies though, if you can somehow get some to me."

She thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Okay, I think I know a way to get some to you, if he'll cooperate."

"If who'll-" I began, but I was cut off by her saying "I'll see you in about ten, twenty minutes."

The Iris Message disappeared with a pop! and I was left, yet again, alone in the colorless room.

Ello…again. Okay, I know, kind of a short chapter, but I'll try and make an update in a couple of days since I've been gone for about two weeks now. This chapter was more of a filler chapter than anything really. I made Percy wanting to help Draco as if he were a scared little kid, 'cause that was the best reason to make Percy want to stay there. If you could take the time to write a review, it would be very much appreciated from the bottom of my heart. Thanks!