Yay! It's up again. I've been waiting to do this chapter for a while. I use Griphook and I know technically he's not in the 4th book but we are just going to pretend he is okay? I hope you enjoy this update. Thank you for all the reviews. I love to know how the story is doing so I know to keep doing what I'm doing or fix something in order to make it better. The beginning of the story is now over, and the next few chapters we will really be getting into the plot.

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Chapter 6: I Get a Cool Stick

Harry POV

When they heard that my scar had hurt when I shook Percy's hand, Hermione's brow furrowed in thought, and Ron looked angry.

"Does this mean that Percy is a deatheater?" Ron asked.

"No, we mustn't jump to conclusions Ronald. Harry's scar could have hurt for a number of reasons. Although, it is a bit suspicious." Hermione said.

"I dunno. I mean, my scar has been hurting with things related to Voldemort.(Ron flinched) Sorry, I mean You-Know-Who. Percy doesn't seem like that though. I can feel it. Besides, my scar could have hurt because it was a warning of some sort that coincidentally happened while I was shaking Percy's hand." I said.

Ron shook his head, "We don't know much about him. He wouldn't give us straight answers. That's suspicious too."

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions, but we should keep an eye on him. We need to learn more about him before we can do anything anyway. I say we become his friends and try to learn about him. If he's a deatheater, he'll think he has the upper hand and that makes him vulnerable. If he's not, well, he's got us as friends." Hermione smiled at her clever plan.

"We are so lucky to have you Hermione. Does everyone agree to be friends with Percy to keep an eye on him? If he's a deatheater we can act, if not, then no harm done." I asked.

Everyone nodded. Hermione left to go back to Ginny's room for the night and Percy came back from a long bathroom trip.

Percy looked at the floo powder in confusion and I could relate to him. My first time using floo powder didn't go very well. I pronounced Diagon Alley wrong and ended up somewhere I was not supposed to.

When Percy stepped into the fireplace, he looked anxious. We tried to reassure him. When he threw the floo powder and the green fire began to engulf him, he looked panic stricken. His eyes rolled backwards and then he disappeared.

Molly saw and she became frantic. She immediately grabbed some floo powder and disappeared after him.

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Percy POV

Can I just say, I absolutely hate wizarding travel. I didn't have a good experience with the port-key, and now this floo powder triggered a flashback. I really miss Blackjack and his donut addiction.

Anyway, I was back on Olympus. There was Greek fire burning everywhere and Kronos was laughing as his scythe sliced through another pillar. I felt the wind pick up and it chilled me to the bone. Suddenly I was thrown forward into the throne room.

Kronos stood there with his back to me in front of my father's throne. He raised his scythe and he looked back at me and snarled. It was Luke's face, but I knew it wasn't him. In the end he was a hero and it pained me to know that I couldn't save him. Kronos looked back to my father's throne and sliced his scythe down.

I yelled, "NO!" and tried to run forward, but it was like my feet were frozen to the ground.

The scythe ripped through my father's throne and I could feel my connection to Poseidon sever. The scythe hit and cracked the ground and I bolted up wide awake in the real world.

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Molly POV

When I got through the fireplace entrance to Diagon Alley (located next to the Leaky Cauldron's entrance to Diagon Alley) Percy was laying on the floor with his face scrunched in pain and fear. Ron was kneeling next to him trying to wake him up.

The mother in me made me run to him and cradle his head. I patted his cheek and called his name. Nothing happened. I wiped the sweat that had gathered on his brow.

I was very worried. What happened to him? He was such a sweet boy and I can recognize a flashback when I see one. This boy is too young to be having one of those.

Harry, Hermione, and the rest of my children appeared, excluding my Percy who was away with Arthur at the ministry.

"Quickly Fred, George, pick him up. We need to take him into the Leaky Cauldron and get him on a bed." I frantically said.

Everyone pitched in and we were able to get him into the common area. We paid for a room and got him onto a bed.

Just in time too because he started moaning and mumbling. His body tensed and he yelled, "NO!"

Hermione, bless her, said that we should try water. I pulled out my wand and said, "Aguamenti!"

Water shot out of my wand and splashed all over Percy. He shot up with a gasp.

We all jumped back a little in shock. I didn't even realize until later that at first he wasn't wet.

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Percy POV

I shot up and my senses were on high alert. I love the water, but it overloads my senses sometimes if I'm not ready for it. When I was woken with water I was too shocked to realize that I wasn't wet. Woops.

I let myself get wet, hoping that I was quick enough to get away with it. I'm afraid I wasn't. Mrs. Weasley and some of the others looked confused but then shrugged it off.

They crowded around me and started to ask if "I was alright" and "What happened?" Mrs. Weasley stepped in and told everyone to back away. I was grateful for that. I had to to think of something quick. The only thing I could think of was:

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Thanks for the concern." I looked around and realized I was on a bed. "And thanks for putting me on a bed" I said while patting it.

Everyone sighed in relief, but they still had questions. I held up my hand as Ginny started to ask. "I don't really want to talk about it. Just know that I'm alright and that it was something that happened a while ago. I still have bad memories that leak up from time to time. No, I'm not going to tell you guys about it.", I said.

They looked disappointed by they understood. "That's alright dear," Molly said patting my shoulder, "Just know that we are all here for you. If you are truly alright, we should get going with the shopping. We've got lots of things to buy."

Everyone grinned and bolted out the door.

Diagon Alley was one of the most exciting places I've ever seen. It was wonky and colorful. You could feel the magic in the air and it made my insides tingle with happy feelings. My heart felt lighter and I took a deep breath to fill my lungs.

There were witches and wizards everywhere. Some where eating ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Others were congregated around a window of a shop called Broomstix. I couldn't see what was in the window, but even I can figure out that it was probably a broom.

Mrs. Weasley lead us to a tall white building at the end of the alley. It was named Gringotts Wizarding Bank. There was an inscription by the door. After a few minutes of trying to read it, I made out:

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

I had no intention of stealing so I think it's safe to say that I am safe.

We walked in and I saw some of the strangest creatures. They were very short and wrinkly. They had wirey hair, long noses, and their expressions seemed to be fixed in a permanent scowel. If that wasn't creepy enough, they all stopped doing whatever they were doing and stared at me.

The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione also stared at me. It was really awkward and I didn't like the attention. I am supposed to be keeping a low profile after all.

"Um, Hi" I said uncomfortably. "Just go back to what you were doing. Nothing to see here."

The creatures blinked and the sounds of stamping and coins jiggling resumed.

My group looked at me in amazement. I swear Ron's eyes were going to fall out of his head. "How, what did you do?" He stuttered out.

I just shrugged. Mrs. Weasley snapped out of it and lead us to a big desk with one of those creatures looming over it.

"Ah the Weasleys. Here for another school year are we? No surprise there. And Mr. Potter, always a pleasure to have you here. Mr. Jackson, we are honored to have you here. Does everyone have their keys?" Everyone nodded except for me. Before I said anything he said, "Come along and don't doddle."

He led us down a hallway and to a little platform. It was very similar to the subway, but in place of a safe, underground train, there was what I could only describe as a box with wheels.

The creature, whose name I learned was Griphook, grabbed a lamp that looked too big for him to carry and hopped into the cart. He motioned for the rest of us to hurry up. We all cautiously stepped in. The cart lurched and tipped as everyone tried to get in, making white-knuckle the sides. Underneath the cart was nothing. It was a long way down.

When everyone was in, the cart rolled forward slowly. Then it gathered up speed and we shot forward into the darkness.

I loved it. It reminded me of flying on Blackjack. The wind was blowing in my hair and there was sudden drops and sharp corners that I'm pretty sure should have been impossible to make. The ride was fantastic, until the end. The cart braked suddenly and we were all thrown forward. After we untangled ourselves and caught our breaths, we climbed out onto a cliff edge on shaky legs. "The Weasley vault, key please." Griphook said. Molly handed him a key and the vault door opened. Inside were a small pile of bronze, silver, a gold coins. Molly gathered some in her bag and then the door closed. We got back into the cart and shot off once more.

We went deeper into the bank and I'm assuming further underground because it was considerably cooler. "The key to Mr. Potter's vault please" The key was handed over and Harry's vault opened.

Inside there was a large pile of bronze, silver, and gold coins and just like Molly, Harry gathered these into a small pouch.

We got back into the cart once more, but instead of going forward, we suddenly dropped down. Our stomach went into our throats and we screamed. I in joy and others in terror. We seemed to go on forever, and we weren't prepared for the stop. We braced ourselves, but we were still knocked into each other. Everyone was breathing hard. I started to laugh and asked if we could do it again. If looks could kill, Hermione's glare probably would've made me implode. I laughed again.

Griphook instructed everyone but me to stay in the cart, to which the looked relieved and confused. Griphook then beckoned me to follow him and we walked down a little passage way away from the cart and my friends.

We kept walking and soon I could see my breath and goosebumps appeared on my arms.

We stopped in front of two giant, beautiful doors. The doors had the gods and goddesses painted on it. Zues was in the clouds, lounging. My father was in the seas playing with dolphins. What amazed me was that the pictures were moving. My father smiled at me while Ares, who was standing in some sort of arena, hit his fist against his palm and snarled. Mr. D, Dionysus, looked indiferent.

I was snapped out of my reverie when Griphook snapped, "What are you waiting for, I haven't got all day."

"Sorry, I um, don't have a key." I said.

"You don't need one. It's the vault of the gods. The wizards may not remember, but the goblins do. This vault was created as tribute to the gods, mainly Hecate. She has her own special vault though. Only those of godly blood can open have never had a child of the gods visit Gringotts before. You are the first. All you have to do is touch it." He said.

I put my hand on the doors and then a bright light seeped through the middle of them. The doors swung inward and all I could think was Holy Hades I'm loaded. Personally, I didn't care for money. My mom and I never had much of it, but we got by. We had each other and that was all I needed. There was a ridiculously huge pile of coins in this vault. I stared at it in awe.

"Wait, so there is all this money, but it never gets used? The gods don't interact with the wizarding world. They don't need this." I said thinking not the Weasleys vault.

"It's just a tribute to the gods. You know how they like their tributes." Griphook mumbled.

"I sure do. I don't know how wizarding money works so..."

Griphook sighed and pulled out a pouch. As he put coins in he said, "The gold ones are galleons, the silver are sickles, and the bronze ones are knuts. 17 sickles to a galleon, 29 knuts to a sickle, and 493 knuts to a galleon."

I rubbed my head and sighed. That was complicated. "Right, I'd like to make an anonymous deposit of 100 galleons, 100 sickles, and 100 knuts to the Weasley vault." I said.

The goblin looked at me funny. "The Weasleys don't give into charity." He said.

"I don't care. It's not charity, it's just me getting rid of something I don't need. Another man's trash is another man's treasure. There is a lot of money in this vault and I sure am not going to spend it. Somebody might as well."

Griphook nodded and we head back to the cart.

When we were off the cart and out of Gringotts, everyone asked where I went.

I told them that my family had a super secret vault and that only family could open and see. This just brought on more curious looks so I changed the subject. "What do we get first?"

We headed over to Madam Malkins where we got fitted for robes by magical measuring tape that moved on its own and a very sprightly witch who flittered about giving us things to try on. We also got our "dress robes" for special occasions. Only Ginny and the twins got new robes. Poor Ron was stuck the hand-me-downs.

Next week headed to Flourish and Blotts where we got The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 and The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-protection.

We walked out and I was drown to an old, blue shop. It took me a minute, but I figured out the faded letters above the dusty window said Ollivanders. Everyone came over. Mrs. Weasley said, "You need a new wand right? Ollivanders is the wand shop. Why don't you go on in and the rest of us will pick up the rest of your supplies." I nodded, excited that I was finally going to get a wand. I was also a little worried about how I would use one if I didn't have wizarding magic. Still, I took a deep breath and walked through the door.

Inside there were shelves stacked with little boxes up to the ceiling. There were some new looking boxes and some that were quite dusty. I wandered through the maze of shelves until I came to. counter. An old man, I'm assuming Mr. Ollivander, walked up to it.

"Ah yes, Mr. Jackson. It's the first I'll be fitting of your kind. It's an honor that I am serving the hero of Olympus himself." he said, smiling.

"I'm not the hero. I thought wizards didn't know about my world." I said.

"When you are as old as me and work in my profession, you tend to learn a lot. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

I nodded.

He suddenly had the energy of a two year old and started running around pulling out different boxes and muttering excitedly.

"I am so glad that you came to me for your wand. I have never sold one to the likes of you and I'm very curious to see which wand will pick you. You see, it's the wand who chooses the wizard Mr. Jackson."

He brought a bunch of boxes over to the counter. He opened a gray dusty one and and handed me the wand. "Alder, unicorn hair, 10 3/4 inches, slightly springy."

I stood there waiting for something to happen."Well give it a wave."He said and I felt like an idiot.

I waved it and the wand began to glow. Mr. Ollivander and I smiled. But then the light got brighter and the wand started to crack. Light seeped through the cracks and the wand so lay in splinters at my feet.

"Sorry." I said.

"No matter. It was a very curious reaction. We'll just try something else." Mr. Ollivander went and grabbed another box.

"Apple, dragon heartstring, 8 1/2 inches, bendy." he said as he handed me the wand.

Immediately it started to melt and it became a ponder on the floor.

Mr. Ollivander bit his lip and muttered something. Probably something along the lines of "Curious, very curious."

"Try this one. Blackthorn, dragon heart string, 12 1/8 inches, rigid."

I held it, nothing happened. I gave it a swish and flew out of my hands and started to bounce around the shop. Mr. Ollivander finally caught it when it wedged itself into the wall. "Definitely not." He chuckled.

We tried out dozens of wands. Some exploded, some caused explosions. Others didn't do anything at all thankfully. I was way past discouragement, but Mr. Ollivander got even more excited each failure.

"Hmmm. Why don't you take a look around the shop. Sometimes wizard and wand must find each other." He gestured to all the shelves. I hesitated and started to walk around.

I walked along the shelves looking at the different boxes. Nothing felt special so I kept walking. Suddenly, I felt a pull towards the back of the shop. I went behind the counter and to a shelf in the far back. The pull was intense so I started to take down boxes. I couldn't find the right box though. None of the boxes on the shelf felt right. Then I noticed that the shelf didn't sit against the wall all the way. I got up from my pile and moved the shelf.

There I found a crumpled up box. I could tell it was old. I picked up the box and smiled. This was the one. I brought the box over to Mr. Ollivander. His grin was huge.

He opened the crumpled up box and brought out a wand the color of beach sand. Little wave designs were carved into the handle and then smoothed out into a fine, rounded tip.

Mr. Ollivander handed me the wand. It felt like it had been smoothed by the ocean. Soft to the touch. I smiled and gave it a wave. The shop seemed to smell like the ocean and a soft seagreen light came from the tip. I felt safe and at home, and oddly enough, balanced and whole.

Mr. Ollivander ginned widely, "Yes, I think that's the one. It's very unique and curious wand. It's made out of the Cypress wood type. It is an honor to sell a Cypress wand because Cypress wands choose those of nobility. Those who are self-sacrificing and lay down their lives for others. It is said that those who own Cypress wands will die a hero's death. I haven't sold one since medieval times. The other curious thing is that this wand has two cores. They are dragon heartstring wrapped around a rod of celestial bronze. It seems that the wand is a balance between Greek and wizarding magic. Just like you. 11 3/4 inches, rigid. That wand is yours and yours alone. I have no doubt you will go on to do great things with it." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

"How much?" I asked.

"7 galleons." I paid him and he asked to inspect it once again. I let him. After a few minutes he gave it back and I walked out of the shop, leaving him talking to himself and saying the word "curious."

The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione were waiting for me outside. I took out my wand and smiled. They smiled too.

I helped gather books and bags and then we walked over to the "floo powder stations"

Molly said that I would apparate back with her instead of floo powder travel. I was relieved, not wanting to experience that again. Then I wondered how many ways wizards had to travels.

We saw everyone else off and then Molly grabbed my hand.

"Ready?"she asked and I nodded.

Did I say how much I hate wizard travel?

So there you have it. I sincerely hope you enjoyed and want to keep hearing from you. The next update should be in by Sunday. That's my goal anyway, so keep a look out. It will definitely be out before Wednesday of next week.