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10 thousand people have read my story *victory dance* so in celebration, I've written a chapter earlier than I thought I would. I love you all, and thank you so much for reading my story.

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(I DISCOVERED THE LINE THINGYS *POINTS UPWARDS*'

HAZEL

The next day, everyone was still in a good mood. It was nice to have a night where we weren't worried about monsters, evil grandparents or plots to overthrow the world.

You know. The usual stuff.

Percy was walking behind me, awkwardly trying to put his robes on without falling flat on his face. He had overslept and missed breakfast, leaving him running down corridors trying to find us. When he caught up, his hair was everywhere and his robes were in his hands as he frantically tried to figure out which way was which.

He was failing miserably.

Frank took one look at him and chuckled to himself. 'Oh gods, it's the toga incident all over again.'

That got me laughing. I still remember that day as if it were yesterday. Percy had just received Praetor and was attempting to put on a toga.

Key word being attempting.

He had somehow gotten himself all tied up and looked absolutely ridiculous.

Sort of like how he looked right now.

Annabeth sighed and started fixing Percy's robe.

'Hey Annabeth,' Thalia began, 'after you fix Percy's robe, is there any chance you can fix Percy? He's obviously not very good at dressing himself.'

'Thank you captain obvious,' the boy in question retorted.

'You're welcome Sergeant Sarcasm,' Thalia shot back.

'Indeed Comrade Comeback.'

'Nice one, Senior Smartass.'

'Anytime Dicta-'

'Just shut up Persassy.' The Son of Poseidon fell quiet mid-sentence.

Silence. 3…2…1…

The group suddenly burst into hysterics. Nico was trying to say something between laughs, but he sounded like a dying cow.

'So…true…Perce…smartass …every…powerful…deity…he meets,' he got out in gasps.

'So…true,' Annabeth said in the same way.

'I do not! I'm nice to Lady Hestia!' Percy said, pouting. He looked like a baby seal. The flames in the torches that lined the corridor climbed a little higher and the smell of marshmallows passed through the halls.

'See,' Percy said smugly. 'Even Lady Hestia agrees with me. Thank you Auntie Hestia!'

'It's only because you've saved their butts more times then they can count,' Thalia grumbled. 'It doesn't mean anything.'

LEO

By the time we got to Potions, Percy was more or less presentable and the two cousins had got their 'smartassness' out of their system. We sat in a group with Harry, Ron and Hermione and, to no ones surprise…made potions.

Annabeth was doing well and her cauldron was steaming the purple, as it was meant to be. Hazel, Piper, Jason, Thalia and Frank were doing ok but had to ask for instructions from the wizards around them.

Perce, Nico and I had given up and were now just randomly dumping things into our witch-pots. Annabeth had stopped scolding us and seemed to be waiting for something.

She got that something when the brew exploded in our faces.

'I told you, don't randomly dump things into a potion. You don't know what it could have done to you!' she criticized as she began wiping it off Percy's face.

'It's not that bad!' I began to say, but my voice sounded like I had just inhaled hundreds of helium balloons. 'Cool! I am so awesome! Go team Leo! Whoooooo-'

'Ok Leo, we get it, you sound like a chipmunk. You don't need to 'whoooo'' Piper said in exasperation as she handed me a cloth.

She went to hand Nico a cloth as well but came face to face with an energetic 10 year old.

'Oh my god where are we. Who are you? Do you like mythomagic?' he rambled as he bounced up and down on his toes.

'Oh this is not good,' Thalia said as she started trying to calm the hyper-10 year old down.

'Hey Neeks, I'm Thalia and I like mythomagic too.'

'Its so awesome,' he said, 'I think Hades is the coolest figurine-'

'Of course he does,' Annabeth muttered as she waved the teacher over.

'Oh dear,' Slughorn said, wide eyed. 'What on earth happened here?'

'We were just having fun sir,' I said, still sounding like a chipmunk.

'Who are you? Do you like mythomagic?' Nico said, and Thalia visibly sighed once the onslaught on mythomagic question was directed at someone else.

'Sir, please help us. They were randomly throwing things into their cauldrons, and suddenly they exploded. Now Nico's back to being a 10 year old, Leo sounds like he's inhaled way to much helium and Percy…. Percy what's happened to you?'

Percy stared blankly at her and said, 'I don't know, but you look very pretty today.'

Slughorn looked at what was still left inside Percy's cauldron and spun around to face him.

'Percy, my boy, what do you think of potions class?'

'It's ridiculously boring and I would transfer if I could,' he said before covering his mouth with his hand, shooting Annabeth a panicked look.

'Ah,' Slughorn said, 'no offense taken. This fine art is not for everyone. Miss Chase, I believe he's somehow made him self a truth potion and can tell someone nothing but what he thinks is correct and what is currently on his mind. By the looks of the potions they made, they won't last long. Take the rest of the day off and it should be gone by tomorrow.'

'Oh, that's just great,' Thalia groaned. 'I'm stuck with energizer-bunny-Nico until it wears off.'

'At least you can say what you want without blatantly insulting everyone!' Percy said, carefully saying his words.

'Oh, watch out, Percy's using his big words,' she teased.

'Oh, you're gonna get it-'

'So I'm like this for the rest of the day? That is so cool! Whoooo-'

'Repair boy, we've been over this. No 'whooooo'ing ok?' Piper scolded.

'Yes ma'am' I said as I saluted her sarcastically.

'You don't have to be so bossy all the time,' Percy said to Piper, then once again covered his mouth with both hands.

'Pips, I'm so sor-'

She held up a hand to cut him off, 'It's ok, Perce. I understand.

'I'm just gonna not talk for the rest of the day,' Percy said.

'I think that's for the best. Dismissed.' Slughorn said to him, and all of us left the classroom.

HARRY

A golden opportunity had presented itself, and we'd be idiots not to take advantage of it. Percy had somehow created a truth potion, and could say nothing but the truth until it wore off. If we played this right, we should be able to get some answers.

For example, what the hell was on his forearm.

Ron and I stayed up that night and waited until everyone was asleep before sneaking over to Percy's bed. We couldn't afford to take any more than a couple of minutes to quiz him or someone would either a) hear our voices or b) Percy would start waking up. We vouldn't afford that.

'Hey Percy, are you asleep?' I said as Ron and I silently crept over to his bedside.

'No,' he said, only half awake. He was still conscious enough for the potion to take effect, but not awake enough to realize he was even talking to us. Perfect.

'Where are you from?' Ron started. We needed to make sure they weren't lying about their backstory.

'New York, America,' he replied sleepily, rolling over and hugging his pillow.

'What's your name?'

'Perseus Achilles Jackson.' (A/N: random name. Why not? He can be named after 2 heroes. He's most definitely awesome enough). Damn, his parents must really love Greek Mythology.

'Why are you here?' we continued.

'To make friends with the pointy-hat people.' Wow, just wow. #1 stereotype for wizards achieved. We were pretty much almost out of time, but there was one question I needed an answer to.

'What's on your forearm?'

'Roman tattoo,' he mumbled into his pillow. Ron and I shared a glance across the bed? What would you consider a 'Roman tattoo'? We gently pulled his arm out from under the covers and found a tattoo with four letters (S*P*Q*R), a bar and…what is that?

'What's with the fork?' Ron asked, looking at his arm strangely.

'I don't know,' I said stewing it over. It's familiar, but after a long day of classes, I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone think about symbols I hardly recognized.

'We'll have to ask Hermione about it tomorrow.'

While stewing over this idea, we noticed Percy beginning to stir, as if he knew he had to wake up is someone was beside his bed. We silently moved back to our own beds, careful not make any unnecessary noises.

'Well, that was useless,' Ron said, breaking the silence.

'At least now we know that he's not a death eater,' I said in response. Before I was highly suspicious, but now I didn't even know what to think. But there was one question I knew I wasn't alone in thinking.

Who the hell is Percy Jackson?'

Hey guys? How is everyone? Tired? I am. School sucks. Homework sucks. I want to wrap myself in a blanket and spend my life as a burrito, but I can't. (Dreams crushed)

I've been getting heaps of nice things. There is one fan in particular I'd like to thank. She's always commenting that she likes my story and it means the world to me that she tracks the story and reads it.

So lets give a round of applause to Sparky199, because I love her and she's amazing.

This chapter sucked. I'm sorry. Slap on the wrist for me. I understand it wasn't my best writing, but please don't send me messages saying it was awful. You'll break my poor Percy-jackson-obsessed heart.

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Toodles,

-Sam