hey, so the person who upset me apologized and i accept your apology. it is quite alright, it just pressures me sometimes and i don't like you. and it wasn't only you so :)) we're all friends here!
as a gift, here is an update! enjoy! it's short but the next one is longer so :))
chapter nine:
Harry scanned over the copy of The Daily Prophet that Hermione had just stuffed in front of his face.
AZKABAN ESCAPEES. TWO AMERICANS. GONE IN THE MORNING. IS HARRY POTTER IN DANGER ONCE AGAIN?
Harry's blood turned cold. "This has to be wrong. The Prophet was never fully reliable." He said.
But they all knew that that wasn't the case. After the war, a new and truthful writer had taken over.
They'd escaped. Of course they'd escaped.
Percy casually slipped into his chair beside Harry and proceeded to light a match. He was whistling under his breath and glanced at Minerva every few seconds.
Harry met the headmistresses gaze first. Her features were set perfectly so that it took Harry's many years of knowing her to realize that she knew.
With a swift motion, Minerva walked up to the podium, raising her arms and silencing the students.
"Attention." Her voice was crisp. "As many of you know, there was a rare occurrence last night. Annabeth and Thalia escaped from Azkaban." There was a slight hopefulness in her voice, that made Harry freeze. She knew that there were two murderers currently on the loose.
She was happy that there were two murderers currently on the loose.
"There is nothing to panic about. The school year has almost come to an end and we have established protection around the school grounds. No student will be in the corridors before or after classes have finished, classes will all remain inside the castle, students will not roam during classes, and Hogsmeade has been clothes." This earned a groan from a majority of the students. If there was nothing to worry about, why all the rules?
Percy had burnt a portion of his breakfast and was happily eating the rest of it when his green eyes caught Harry's.
There was a smirk to it but it was somewhat taunting. He smiled genuinely. "Hey, Harry."
"Hello?"
"What?" The smile was stuck on his face. "You're not happy to see me? I'm hurt. Can I see that newspaper you have? The one with the moving pictures. That's so cool. It's like gif's."
"D- do you not have newspapers in America?" Harry questioned unsurely.
"Oh, we do. The pictures don't move though." He leaned over and snatched the paper from Harry's lap. "Is Harry Potter in danger once again?" He looked at him. "Are you?"
"Probably. I mean they'll want revenge for not killing me last time."
Percy laughed loudly. Ron and Hermione were listening in on their conversation. "Revenge, obviously. Not being able to kill you? You think they actually tried? Annabeth isn't a murderer."
Harry scoffed. "Why would they do something that would land them in Azkaban?"
The American sighed almost blissfully. "Because sometimes, she isn't such a Wise Girl."