LOCKHART ACTUALLY TEACHES ME SOMETHING

"Prophecy?" Harry stated while eating breakfast down at the Great Hall, "Dumbledore said something about a prophecy?"

I nodded, "He clearly I was here to fulfill the prophecy or something."

Hermione entered the conversation, "Well we can ask a centaur. They know a lot about prophecies. But that would require going into the Forbidden Forest without permission. We can't risk something like that."

Ron and Harry smiled at each other like they both had the same idea.

"Oh no," Ron smirked, "You're right. Guess we can't then."

"Afraid so." Harry agreed, "We can't help Percy after all."

I looked around confused, "Uh…okay, well it's time for Lockhart's class. So, I'll see you guys up there." I began to make my way up to class thinking of Annabeth. Blonde hair. Bossy. Wise girl. The only three things that I manage to come up with since the accident in Diagon Alley.

"Wait up!" I hear Ron behind me as he runs up next to me with Harry by his side.

Harry looked behind him, "She'll be catching up with us any second. If Hermione finds out what where up too she won't let us go."

Ron, out of breath, begins to whisper his plan, "During lunch, we'll go see Hagrid. He knows the centaurs well. We can ask him if he knows where they are. Harry, you know one of them don't you?"

Harry nods, "But when I talked to one, he was wicked mysterious. I don't know if we'll get a straight answer."

"Well, I don't know." I looked at both of them with worry. Partly because the forbidden forest is called forbidden for a reason. Also because I didn't tell them about Annabeth or the whole sword thing at Diagon Alley. "I mean I would do anything to find out who I am but should we risk that?"

"It will be fine, trust me." Ron uttered from the corner of his mouth as we walked into Lockhart's classroom.

"Hello class, Professor Dumbledore asked me to teach something special for you today!" Lockhart said with a smile. "Now, who ever can tell me this will get a free autographed book of Holidays with Hags! What creature can you be fooled by the most, because of the form it assumes?"

Like always, Hermione's hand was up first and stayed in the air. Lockhart looked around for a second, but no one else raised his or her hand forcing him to call on Hermione.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Well, a demi-god. They are in the form of a human. But since they are allegedly half of a Greek god, they have powers that could wipe a wizard away before they can even conjure a spell. They're unstoppable. They were made to destroy. But, they haven't been seen in Britain for many years."

My heart started to pound and sweat began to drip off my face. I looked around, wanting to leave the classroom. I don't know why, but I know this involved me.

"Correct," Lockhart interrupted my thoughts which frightened me so much I jumped in my seat. Lockhart gave Hermione her signed book and began to talk more.

"But, demi-gods aren't that bad. I have taken one out with a single blow, even less than that," Lockhart bragged twirling his wand around in his fingers then dropping it on the floor, sending sparks around the classroom.

I looked at Harry and Ron, but they didn't find anything wrong with the lesson. Something was stirring in my gut. Something was wrong. It was unsettling the way he talked like Demi-gods were just some monster. Didn't he say they were half-human? Doesn't that count for something?

Lockhart continued, "Demi-gods are cunning, but I've taken down a few before. It's simple really. You just have to find them before they know who they are. In fact, anyone of you could be a demi-god." He pointed his wand at several children including me smiling and then laughed.

"But of course you aren't, I would know by now. Besides my secret talent of pointing out demi-gods there is but one other thing that you can tell." Lockhart carefully takes a small potion out of his pocket and onto his desk. "If any muggle or wizard drank this, their inside would be burnt to ashes. But if a demi-god were to do so their health would increase and their wounds would heal. Well, I guess that's it for today class. See you next time when we talk about how to take down a demi-god. I can tell you my stories of how I took down one of Apollo!"

Harry grabbed his books, and made his way out of the class hoping not to be seen by Lockhart while Ron followed him. I began to go up to Lockhart's desk.

"May I ask you something?" I said to Lockhart.

He looks up at me and smiles. "If you want my autograph, feel free to take one. There right on the corner of my desk."

I nod, take the autograph, and then carefully talk the small potion bottle next to it before he notices. Oh gods. What am I doing? I run out of the classroom catching up to Ron and Harry.

"I reckon he hasn't even seen a demi-god before! No one has! They don't even live in England!" Ron said.

"Might as well spot one, "Hermione added gaining up to us. "They look exactly like anyone. Impossible to tell the difference. Only by the potion you can."

"Yeah." I said nodding in cold sweat.

"What's wrong, Percy?" Harry asked me.

"Nothing."

I begin to march are way down to Hagrid's house with Harry and Ron by my side. I put my hand in my pocket and grab the cold vial holding the potion. Why did I even need this? Was I a klepto before I lost my memories? I don't know how, but I knew it had to hold some piece of what I've forgotten.

"We better hurry up," Ron said. "I reckon Hermione will be curious where we are any minute."

"She's probably in the library." Harry stated, "She won't notice where we went for awhile." I nod and follow them down to the hut where Hagrid resides.

"What's wrong, Percy?" Harry asks me as we make it up the front steps. "You haven't really talked since Lockhart's class."

"Sorry, just nervous, about this."

"Don't be," Ron said. "We know Hagrid well, and he knows everything about mythical creatures. I'm sure he'll help." But I was second-guessing that statement. I haven't talked to Hagrid since Diagon Alley. The terrified look he gave me as I pulled out the sword that day is forever sketched in my brain. I didn't know a lot but if I knew one thing something was about to go down at Hagrid's house.

"Okay," I said with a nervous smile as we knock on the door to Hagrid's hut.

"Hel- whats he doin her" Hagrid says looking at me, quickly fetching his umbrella. He held it like weapon and pointed it towards me.

"Look," I plead, "I'm sorry! I didn't know! I don't know!"

"What's going on?" Harry states looking at Hagrid and I.

"Liste ter, lil' guy. I know dat weapon ya had anywhere. That ain't no regular gold or magic. I know what ter are. And ya better not hert anyone in my sight."

"What weapon?" Ron asks looking at me.

"It's- It's-" I reply. "I don't know!"

"You ain't no wizard!" Hagrid said.

"I know! I know, I'm not anything or anyone I'm just here! And I don't know why and no one is telling me anything and I just can't deal with this anymore!"

As soon as I was done talking I felt my gut pull again and the dog bowl full of water in the corner started to explode.

I look at the bowl then at Harry, Ron, and Hagrids shocked faces. "Look! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Harry looked down at my pocket. "Why do you have that?" I turned my head to see what he was staring at and noticed the small potion bottle almost fully exposed from my cloak.

"You're a demi-god." Ron gasped.