Disclaimer: I have never and will never own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. I just decide my plot. Sorry for the really long wait guys.

"Can I just have a round of applause for Mr Brunner's freakin lying skills. Grover, that is how you lie." Connor said and Thalia, who was two seats away from him, smirked.

"Okay guys, Grover's abysmal lying skills aside. Why don't we take a break and then come back to reading the next chapter in 10 minutes?" Hades suggested. They voiced their approval and the large group split into two sides fo the room. Greeks on one side, wizards on the other.

Hades walked over to Nico to tell him something before shadow traveling out of the room. When everyone turned to look at him he sighed before saying briefly, "He went home." Both sides turned back to their conversations.

Annabeth cleared her throat after a few minutes and the room fell silent.

"Who wants to read next?"

Harry raised his hand and Annabeth threw the book at him.

Chapter 2: Three old ladies knit the socks of death

A few snorts were heard around the room.

I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle.

Thalia laughed. "Poor baby Percy. Couldn't deal with feeling crazy huh?" Percy glared at Thalia.

For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs Kerr – a perky blonde woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip – had been our maths teacher since Christmas. Every so often I would spring a Mrs Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.

"Who wouldn't?" was muttered quietly, so Percy wouldn't hear their voice.

It got so I almost believed them – Mrs Dodds had never existed. Almost.

"Ten drachma that Grover ruins it." Travis whispered to his brother.

"You're on." was whispered back.

But Grover couldn't fool me.

Connor grumbled quietly as he discreetly handed his money to Travis. Travis smirked at him.

When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying. Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum. I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.

A shiver ran through the group, and a feel of unease was in the air.

The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

"Zeus and Poseidon." Annabeth said in Greek. The wizards looked at her, confused.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class. Finally, when our English teacher, Mr Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot.

A bout of laughter rang through the air.

I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

"How many schools is that now Percy? 6?" He nodded.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine. I was homesick. I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

Annabeth glanced at her boyfriend from the corner of her eye, frowning. What was wrong with his stepfather?

And yet… there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange.

Percy smiled at his friend, as Grover's face turned bright red.

I worried how he'd survive next year without me.

"Gee Percy. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

The group laughed, and the air was light and airy. Not for long though.

I'd miss Latin class, too – Mr Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.

"I kind of wish I went to his school though. I wouldn't trade Hogwarts for anything but-" Hermione started.

"I know. It sounds amazing to go there, Mione." Harry whispered back to her

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what Mr Brunner had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

"Thank the gods you did." Nico said, smiling slightly.

The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room.

Annabeth looked at her boyfriend and Percy shivered. " I'm sorry Annabeth, it was just hard."

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

Ron interrupted. "Is that what dyslexia is like for the rest of you guys?" He asked the demigods. They nodded and one said "Even worse sometimes." The magical group winced.

There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces.

"I do now though."

This throwaway comment confused Draco immensely. Who were these people and why were they summoned to read stories about them. And what relevance did they have to their lives?

And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it. I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt. I remembered Mr Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.

I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book. I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat 'F' I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.

At least he likes his teachers enough to ask for help, Hermione thought to herself. That was the first step to success.

I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor. I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said, '... worried about Percy sir.'

"Percy you have incredibly bad timing." Thalia stated.

"Hey, I can't help it if my best friend just happened to be talking to our teacher. About me."

She shrugged at him.