A Big Fan

Early in the morning of September 1st, Percy Jackson was woken up. If he had listened to Skylar about sleeping early, he wouldn't be feeling like such a mess.

"Come on, get ready, you don't want to be late." Skylar advised. She gave him a blue shirt, black jeans, and some dirty sneakers. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Sorry," Percy apologized as he took off his shirt.

"Here," She gave him a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes "Eat."

"Don't worry, Sky, it's barely nine thirty."

"No, no, no, honey, your clock is behind one hour…it's actually ten-fifteen." She grabbed the wand from underneath Percy's pillow. "Did you pack everything?"

"Yes, I believe." He put a piece of bacon into his mouth. The door opened and a black wolf with some pieces of hair painted blond, "Uh, Sky, you do know there's a wolf in your house?" He pointed at the animal that held Shannon's cage (Percy's owl), in its mouth.

She laughed, "That's Damien!"

"It is? Does that mean he's a werewolf?" He scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"No, he's an Animagus." She noticed the misunderstanding in his eyes, "An Animagus is a wizard that can transform into an animal."

Damien the wolf jumped into the bed and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate the boy was holding.

"Is he going to come with us?"

"That's why he transformed so that he could say goodbye to you before you left."

He turned to Damien and smiled. If only he could be free…

"We must go or you'll be late." She carried his blue sports bag full of clothes, "You're taking the other cases."

Percy put his plate to the side and stood up. He grabbed Shannon's cage on one hand and a suitcase on the other. The sun outside was far brighter than he would've imagined, especially since it was only ten in the morning.

"Wait in the car, please." Skylar stopped Percy before he could enter her house again, "I just need one more suitcase." He nodded in agreement and hoped into the black sports car.

He waited in the backseat with his owl Shannon, hooting. "Hey, there, little buddy." Percy touched his feathers, "I haven't talked to you in a while."

Skylar placed the last case next to Percy then Damien hopped in. He laid his head on Percy's lap.

"Alright, I'm more than sure all of your stuff is here." Skylar ran her fingers through her blonde hair. "Yeah, nothing's missing. We must go."

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Twenty-three minutes later they arrived to King Cross, in which there Percy encountered several familiar faces. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were several of them, along with Daphne Greengrass and her sister, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, and the many new faces of the First Years. There was no sign of Cecily nor of Draco, they were probably already inside.

No muggles actually cared for Damien's presence since most confused him for a large dog and many eyes followed the beautiful Skylar Phoenix. Every guy that was attracted to her tried to help her when she was filling up a cart with Percy's belongings.

"Are you sure you can continue off without me?" Skylar grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You're not coming?"

She shook her head, "I cannot risk someone seeing Damien and actually recognizing him."

"Yeah, you have a point." Skylar kissed his cheek.

"Take care, Percy, and if anything goes wrong, just write to me and I'll do something about it immediately, okay?" He nodded. "Goodbye, Percy."

"Goodbye Skylar," He embraced her tightly, "I'll miss you."

"You have to go, or you'll miss the train." She advised, "Go on."

Before leaving, he waved at Damien.

"Hey Potter!" He called out to the black haired boy with the messy hair and round glasses who was accompanied by Ronald Weasley (and his family) and Hermione Granger. "Um, do you mind if I go with you guys?"

"Not at all," Harry smiled.

"So how was your summer?" He asked as he held the broom that slowly slipped through his suitcases.

"Harry turned his aunt into a human balloon." Hermione said annoyed.

Percy chuckled, "You did? By accident?"

"It was an accident." Harry said with a bit of shame on his voice.

"Yeah, you should be grateful that were not expelled." Hermione spoke again.

The group reached Platform 9 ¾ and Percy Weasley went first, then everyone decided to volunteer the other Percy and he didn't want to go next.

But he did it anyway. He took his distance, made sure no muggles were watching, and then ran towards the platform, still hoping he wouldn't crash. And just like his first time, he didn't crash; he just kept on going as if there was no barrier in the first place.

There were more people than last year. Fewer cats and more owls. He tried to move through the people but they all crowded him the same way they had with Harry, who came in after him. All those people wanted to know 'The Lightning Thief' and much as 'The Boy Who Lived'.

"Oh my, can you please sign my tunic?"

"Lightning Thief, will you kiss me?"

"Percy Jackson, marry me!"

He was surprised that none of those disturbing comments came from Pansy Parkinson. Didn't matter at the moment, he just wanted to be inside the train, find his friend Draco, and just get away from the screaming crowds he hadn't seen since last September.

"Do you want to sit with us?" Harry Potter asked from behind as they got into the train.

"Sure—"

"Percy?" He recognized that voice anywhere.

"Draco!" Percy said with a grin spreading across his face. After so long, they finally reunited. The Malfoy boy walked towards his best friend and they hugged.

"I'm so sorry, Potter, maybe next time."

"Don't worry about it." Harry timidly smiled at Percy then his green eyes moved to Draco, and he could've sworn that he wished that the blond boy died right there where they stood.

"Come, you and I have lots to talk about and there's this girl I want you meet…I don't want you to feel lonely once Cecily and I start dating."

Draco and Percy walked to the reserved car Draco had been at. Only Draco got in because Jordan Heath West had prevented Percy from going inside. "Percy," He forced a smile to make the fourteen year old son of Poseidon comfortable, but it failed. "I sure am glad to see you."

"I wish I could say the same." He tried to move away but Heath stopped him and he closed the door of the car. "I really need to go." Cecily's brother was really making him angry.

"Not before I talk to you." He chuckled, "Listen up well, Percy, I told you this last year and I'll tell you again: Stay. Away. From Cecily. It's my duty to take care of her and I'll start off by getting rid of you. I don't want you to talk to her, to look at her, nor to sit next to her in the classes you might have together. I want her to forget you because she can do far better than you." He pointed to the window of the car in front of them. He recognized Heath's mother, the beautiful pale blonde woman that looked like an older version of Cecily stood there waving at a spot, three cars away from where Heath and Percy stood. That must be where Cecily was at.

"You see the man that's next to her?" Percy's green eyes moved to a tall man that accompanied Rebekah West. He was tall, light brown haired, and even though his baggy clothes hid it, he was muscular. His left eye was covered by an eye patch but of what he could notice of his right was the sapphire color he familiarized with Heath's. If this man had been taken to world of film, he would definitively land the role of a James Bond villain. "That's my father." Heath heard the gulp from the back of Percy's neck, "Oh, you're not scared, are you?"

"He looks like you." Percy said nervously.

"Auror Greyson West, responsible for the capture of more than half of the prisoners of the Canadian Prison and one third of the criminals in Azkaban." He smiled, satisfied by Percy's reaction, "He loves Cecily so much, that he'd hate to lose her to a boy like you, so he asked me to care for her in case situations like you, occur. I have to lead her to a path in which she won't end up falling for the wrong guy."

The train started moving but Heath and Percy stayed where they were, "Now, get this through your thick head, Jackson, you will stay away from Cecily unless you want the Beating of your life and trust me, you won't like it." The sixth year Ravenclaw grinned and finally left Percy alone.

When he was inside the compartment, he placed his luggage where it belonged and sat next to a blonde girl he hadn't noticed before. She had gold wavy hair and dashing dark green eyes. She was so pretty that Percy almost lost his breath when he saw her.

"Hi," She said.

"Um," Draco began, "This is Gwen Harken; she's a Slytherin, like us." He leaned in to whisper into Percy's ear, "Yeah, that's her…I hope you like her."

"Hey," Percy offered his hand to shake hers, "I'm Percy Jackson."

"I know who you are," Her pink glossed lips curled up to a smile, "Nice to meet yo—"

"Percy Jackson, I heard Percy Jackson was in here!" An unknown male voice said from a distance, "Swear to me that you're not lying!"

Gwen, Draco, and Percy looked at each other in wonder. Who could that be?

All three heard as the door of the nearby compartments were opened then, half a minute later were closed again. Finally, a knock on the door reached them. Their door slid open and a mocha haired boy in a black tunic (he was probably new) stood there, looking at Percy wide-eyed. "Oh my god…" He whispered and his frown turned into crooked smile.

"SWEET MERLIN, YOU'RE PERCY JACKSON!" He said loudly, "YOU ARE MY HERO! I LOVE WHAT YOU DID AND I totally believe that you were framed by that guy Luke." The stranger grabbed Percy's hand with both of his and shook it.

"How…how did you know about that?"

"A cousin of mine currently attends your camp but she doesn't matter, you do!" He sat in between Percy and Gwen and continued his babbling. "I'm possibly your biggest fan…NO, I take that back! I am your biggest fan! I'm sorry I must be freaking you out, but seriously you are amazing!"

"Who are you?" Draco asked a bit disgusted.

"Oh, I'm Wesley Ryder; I was just moved from Beauxbatons because my parents thought I would do better if I came to Hogwarts. I didn't quite agree with them at first and I thought things were going to suck for me because you know, the friend making and all that other stuff, but then I heard YOU, THE HERO OF OLYMPUS, WAS HERE, and now you're TALKING TO ME!" He hugged Percy, "Gosh, I am so glad I came!"

Suddenly, the train began to slow down. Wesley was the first one to look outside the window and he kept on saying that there was something moving, as if it were floating in the air. Percy moved him to side to see if it was just him being absurd and at first, he thought he was. How could he have seen those things in the heavy rain? But then he started to make out some kind of hooded figure.

Draco took the time to stand up and check what was going on outside their space when the train completely stopped.

Then the lights went off.

"What's going on?" Gwen asked, holding on to Percy's arm.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Lumos!" Wesley said with his wand in front of him. After that something had changed on the boy. His once cheerful attitude had turned into something more serious, like a child who had been scarred for life. "Everybody stand over there." He demanded, pointing to the corner and everybody obeyed. "Don't say a word."

And everybody did as he said.

Slowly, Wesley opened the door. He took small steps to the hall and pointed his wand towards something the three Third Years couldn't see.

"Expecto Patronum!" A silvery thing came from his wand, forming a bear. Wesley walked forward, making the thing go away. Once it had a fair distance, he came back to where Percy, Gwen, and Draco were located on, and cursed loudly. The trio looked at him with shock and he noticed. But he didn't explain, he just smiled nervously then walked out.

"What do you think that was?" Draco asked.

"Don't know…" Percy responded.

"I was so scared!" Gwen sobbed, wrapping her arms around Percy's neck. He blushed. "I'm so glad you're here." She hugged him tighter.

"Who knows what would've happened," Percy patted her back, sending her signals to let go, "If that guy hadn't showed up…Um, Gwen, could you please let go?"

"I want you to protect me." She purred.

Percy just wished for the lights to go back on. Sure, the girl was pretty but he didn't like her that way. At least not yet.

But Gwen wasn't the only thing that bothered him; Wesley put a very deep scar on his brain. It made him wonder who this guy really was. Was he going to be another traitor or was he going to be the person he claimed to be?

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**Author's Note: Oh my God, I am so terribly sorry for the SUPER late update! I'm sorry I've been very busy with my two stories. I have two originals stories that are being written and well, it's hard to work on something when the inspiration is just not then, especially now that I have a close relative in the hospital. The first story is called 'Spirit Academy' and it's a project I've been working on for five years. It is three series, each with three volumes. The Summary: Drake MacKenna had always been an awkward sixteen-year old until a demon attack hunting him for his blood attacked him at his public school. But just as he thought he'd lose his life, a pair of mysterious folks came to save him and to take him to the Spirit Academy, where his life makes a major turn to know that he may just be the main key to stop a war that will destroy the world. I know, the summary sucks, but it's three in the morning. Then there's my other story, 'Caliginous Confinement' or as it was called before, 'Celestial Hierarchy'. That one is told in four different Point of Views, each of them leading to a major Demon/Angel war. Summary: Czarina had always been the outcast of society but that all changes when she becomes the target of the Celestial Hierarchy for a secret the mother that abandoned her and her laid-back father have keeping away for her own safety. Blake doesn't know who he is; all he wants is to know who he was and eventually he does find out who he is but he doesn't like his old self. Not only that, but he finds out that his old self may just have something to do with the Traitors that opened the Portals of Hell. Ever since Cecily was terribly dumped, she's made it hard for the male members of the Societybut what she doesn't know is that the guy that broke her heart involved her into many things that put her life in danger. Finally, Xavier has become a traumatized sociopath after the death of his brother Conner, and all he wants is to finds his murderer but what happens when he finds out that the Storm last name may have a reputation behind it, and not a very good one. Oh, I know it's long, I'm sorry. Okay, I'll make it short. Please read and REVIEW! Wish me luck to able to finish the first chapters of the two stories successfully!

You know what: I've decided to show you guys a preview of my work…you guys can tell me what you think in the reviews. This is a segment of Chapter One of Caliginous Confinement. Enjoy!

Czarina

Helping the Wrong Guy

I DIDN'T THINK IT'D RAIN Today. But it happened.

It didn't bother me; I was just actually looking forward to some sunshine. Maybe it was because I had gotten so used to all that warmth and light of the summer that the idea of it ending was unexpected.

My father had reminded me constantly to keep a jacket or umbrella but the one time I decided not to listen and the consequences decided to punch me on the back. I should've known when all those clouds suddenly appeared on the city of Toronto.

So, there I was, sitting on a park bench, holding on to my dog, Dexter. People passed by and never offered to help me, the helpless fourteen-year old. Had ignorance gotten the best of society? As another guy turned to look at me and wonder if I was homeless then walk away as if nothing occurred, my question was answered.

I tried to send some of my remaining warmth to the black canine that laid its head on my lap. Not that it needed it since, despite the water pouring on us, it was sleeping like a pup.

Many would've wondered, why is this girl here and not at her home? Well, I could've walked into any restaurant I pleased and buy some cheap hot chocolate but I couldn't leave my dog outside, that wasn't me.

Then again, my aunt's café was two miles away. She loved Dexter, so I assumed she'd allow him in.

I woke up Dexter and signalled him to get off the bench. He did as I owner told him and we began to walk.

Just as we reached the ending of the park, we bumped into a pair of men. Both of them wore black trench coats, and exotic bird patterned ties.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"It is fine." A man, taller than the other by a foot with a beat up boxer face and neat chestnut hair, said. "It wasn't your fault."

"No Derek, it was, she was distract—" The second man with black hair, brown eyes, and feminine features, was interrupted by Dexter's sudden barking.

Dexter was a well-trained dog and I knew him well to say that he would never bark at strangers, even if the person looked like a serial killer.

They obviously hadn't noticed my large dog because when they did, they took a step back. "What's wrong with your dog?" Derek asked.

"I…I don't know." I admitted but they didn't like my answer. "He's never barked at anyone." But when I looked up, I noticed something that I had never seen before. They had black wings. Seconds later, I began to question if those were there before.

"Um, is everything okay, kid?" The black-haired guy asked.

My eyes quickly glanced over to his wings then back at him. I smiled, trying to hide the shock, "Yeah, everything's fine." I rubbed my eyes then checked if the wings were still there and they were. This time, I was definitively losing my mind.

"John, we must go." Derek turned to look at me like if wanting to say 'please, kid, go away' and I understood to perfection.

I walked away from the pair.

What in the world was happening to me? I knew I was somewhat crazy but not this much! Was it the homeschooling? No, it couldn't. Sure, a portion of the kids that have been taught in their homes instead of a school full of people were automatically considered sociopaths or outcasts when it came to the real world but I couldn't be part of that portion? That couldn't be affecting me that bad? Could it?

I didn't know what that meant, but if I wanted answers, there was only one thing to do: Follow them.

And I did

If I ever told this to someone, they probably would've thought, "Why didn't you just ask? Any sane and normal person would've." But just think about it for a moment. After what just happened, would I be placed in the list of 'normal' or 'sane'? Not only that, but if you were in my shoes and you had seen something like that would you go up to two strangers and just be like, "Oh, hey, I like your wings, could you be nice enough to explain why I can see them and the people around me can't? You know, just to make sure I'm not losing my marbles."

"Come on, Dexter," I pulled on the leash for him to follow.

Many would learn from horror movies that following strangers could set up a pattern of traumatization. This could lead to many things like kidnap and/or murder. With me, no matter how threatening the people I followed looked, curiosity always got the best of me and I always continued.