Goddamnit! Damn self-important ass-holes. If I ever see them again it'll be too soon!
Percy looked up groaned and put his head in his hands.
Death Eaters. Only two, Percy could easily take them, especially since none of them seemed to be looking straight at him, they were only looking at the area next to 12 Grimmauld Place.
He crept around the front of the house out onto the street where he crept up behind the first Death Eater. He quickly raised the human dagger he kept strapped to his leg and hit him on the head with the hilt not even leaving him a chance to scream.
The other Death Eater looked over where his partner had fallen with a thud and saw no attacker. He took out his wand and crept forward, walking straight into Percy's dagger. I'll just dump them on their front porch, show them how truly wonderful their defenses are.
So that's what he did: dump two Death Eater's bodies on the front porch and write a note on a piece of paper with Riptide.
They were patrolling the area in front of your house and you didn't even notice. Bravo. With love, Percy Jackson. He rang the doorbell, ran to the park on the other side of Grimmauld Place and waited.
A couple seconds later, Sirius Black opened the door. "Remy! Come quick!"
Remus Lupin came to the door and took action. After dragging the bodies inside he stood on the top step outside of the house and he sniffed. Then he looked straight at where Percy was sitting inconspicuously on a park bench.
"If you don't want to help us, fine." Remus said. "Sirius really cares for you because he was very, very close friends with your mother, try not to kill anyone else. For him, please. He's my best friend." Then Remus turned around and walked back inside without another look back.
Holy fucking shit. What have I gotten myself into this time? How did he know I was there? Percy gaped. Percy then turned around and whistled as loudly as he could. Ten long minutes later, Blackjack landed in front of Percy.
'Sup, boss! How'd you get here? Blackjack whinnied.
"Magic, how'd you get here so fast?" Percy muttered, digging a sugar cube out from his pocket. "How'd you even here me?"
Magic, but I dunno, I was running away from this new son of Aphrodite camper that was trying to put purple bows in my mane, I mean, green bows? Sure. Purple? Nuh uh-
"Blackjack, focus."
Sorry, boss. M'lord told me you needed me and I took off and I just started flying and I was here.
"Thanks Dad," Percy said to the sky. He hopped on Blackjack. "Take me to camp."
Camp! Really? You haven't been there since you defeated the Earth lady! Nice! Sugarcubes all around! Can we stop for donuts? Yeah, I'll stop for donuts, I know this nice little store in Greenland that has the best caramel coated donuts, they are covered in these little beads of chocolate coated sugar. And they're great, let's go there.
Blackjack came down near the stables in Camp Half Blood. He heard the sound of metal hitting metal coming from the armory and forges and the shouts of happy campers, saw the red strawberries, smelled the crisp forest, and felt the cool breeze coming up from the ocean. He was home.
"Hey Blackjack, thanks for the lift. I know it was a long one after me not using you for so long, take a break," Percy said.
Anything for you boss, those were some good donuts. Blackjack whinnied then cantered into the stables for a well deserved nap.
Percy took a deep breath, taking in the smells of eternal summer, then turned to walk up to the Big House. As he walked through camp, he marveled at how much it had changed since the war. There were countless more cabins, the arena was bursting with activity, campers old and young alike scaled the climbing wall. The Big House had been renovated and repainted. It looked much bigger and was a brighter blue.
The war hero hesitated on the redone porch, unsure what he was doing. He wanted to see Chiron, his fatherly figure, but wasn't sure if he could handle it. He had changed after the war, everyone expected him to be a leader, rebuilding camp after the war, they needed him to be brave, for him to know what to do, but he couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He had betrayed them, he left them abandoned.
"Traitor! What are you doing here?" Percy turned around, coming face to face with Silena and Bianca.
He blanched, unable to respond.
"How dare you come back? I come out through the doors of death to see that you betrayed camp?" His mom was there now, tears welled up in his eyes, "It's your fault I died!"
"I hate you."
"You killed me"
The overlapping voices got louder and louder as everyone that he knew that had died appeared in front of him.
"I thought you loved me, seaweed brain," Percy froze, not wanting to turn around and confirm his fear.
"No, this isn't real. You're not dead. This can't be real." He whirled around and looked the love of his life straight in the eye. "I love you, I know you, this isn't real."
"I'm sorry, Percy, I really am."
Let me know if you think the continuity is weird, it's been a while. I've been pushing this off because I didn't know how to start the Persassy comes home scene, once I started it was easier though. Let me know if you think any of the characters are abnormally OOC please, but only if you can be specific. I would appreciate "Hey Cersei is OOC because she is nice here and shows nothing but a family love for Jamie" (examples, that won't apply here) much more that "Tyrion is OOC". Thanks nerds!