Author's Note : I really hope this chapter is okay. I really tried to put myself into the characters to make their actions as honest as possible.

Percy navigated his way through the halls towards detention, hoping they didn't change like the stairs did. He still couldn't believe he'd gotten detention on the first day. He didn't regret it though. How could Umbridge not believe Harry? It just didn't make sense. For Percy, if there was even the slightest chance a bad guy was alive, it would be taken as a quest right away. Although, getting detention and defending Harry seemed to have gained a little of his trust.

Percy found the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and entered, not caring to knock. As he stood in the doorway, he hesitated to go any further, his instincts telling him to run. Normally, Percy listened to his instincts as they had kept him alive so far. For a demigod, this feeling usually led to monsters, but Percy could hardly see how a monster could get in, him and Annabeth had been assured many times that the magical boundaries around the school extended to Greek and Roman monsters, but one could never be sure.

Percy heard footsteps behind him. He whirled, hand shooting to the pocket of his robes where he kept Riptide.

"Woah!" Harry jumped slightly at the speed of Percy's reaction.

"Heyyy Harry! What's up?" Percy said, trying to distract from the fact that his reflexes were impossibly fast.

"Nothing much," Harry eyed him suspiciously. "Let's get this over with, shall we?"

Percy nodded, wanted to jump forward in time to when he and Annabeth would be together, exploring the castle. Smile played across his lips, thinking about it.

"Hem, hem!" called an ugly voice. Percy whirled again to face Umbridge, who was standing at the top of the stairs leading to her office. Percy sighed and made his way across the room and up the stairs. Umbridge held the door open for him and Harry and they sat at the two single desks set up in the middle of the room. "You boys are going to be doing some lines today." Umbridge said. She placed pieces of parchment and quills in front of them.

Percy still didn't understand why parchment, quills and ink were better than paper and pencils.

Harry moved to get ink from his bag, but Umbridge stopped him, "You won't need any ink."

Harry raised his eyebrows at first, then seemed to realize that the quill was probably magic. Umbridge began again. "I want you to write I must not tell lies. Both of you."

"How many times?" Harry asked.

"Until the message sinks in."

Percy picked up the quill and focused on writing the lines. The ink came out blood red and when he saw it, Percy's gut twisted. Something didn't feel right. But he kept writing.

About halfway through the first line, a slight itch appeared on Percy's right hand. He resisted the urge to scratch it and continued his lines, the itch fading after a the third line.

When Percy next looked at the clock, two hours had passed. He looked at his parchment. Thirty lines?! He thought in disbelief. In two hours?! Percy was slow but not this slow! How did that happen? He should've done over one hundred lines by now. Percy noticed Harry glaring at Umbridge. Had he missed something? Oh well.

"Alright," Umbridge said, standing up from her desk. "That will be all. You may leave."

The boys stood, one trusting his hand in his robes as if to hide it, the other shouldering his bag and leaving.

Percy followed Harry back to Gryffindor Tower, making a mental note of any unique areas of the corridors for future reference.

The picture swung forward letting Percy and Harry in. Percy's eyes scanned the common room for Annabeth, and lit up when he saw her. He walked over and pulled her into a hug. "Hey."

"Hey." She said grabbing his hands in hers. Percy felt a slight sting in his right hand and winced before he could stop himself. "What's wrong?" Annabeth asked.

Percy pulled his hands back to stare at his palms. As he turned his hands, he gasped.

Scrawled on the back of his right hand was the sentence I must not tell lies in his hand writing. The letters weren't cut that deep but it was frightening.

"Oh my gods…" Percy muttered, putting two and two together. "That monster!" He seethed.

"Percy, what did she do to you?" Annabeth demanded.

"An enchanted quill." Percy tried to calm himself slightly. Umbridge was mortal. He wasn't supposed to hurt mortals. "It doesn't need ink because it draws your blood as ink. Harry!" Percy called, running over to him.

"I don't really want to talk right now Perc-"

"Hand. Now."

"Percy, there's nothing wrong with my-"

Percy grabbed Harry's arm and yanked it from his robes, exposing the cuts. "I knew it!" Percy growled. He let go of Harry and made for the Fat Lady painting. His vision went red. Umbridge would not get away with this.

"Percy!" Annabeth spun him by the arm. "You can't! She's mortal!" She whispered.

"Annabeth, she can't just get away with this!"

"No, she can't. But don't do anything stupid. We'll come up with a plan while we're out tonight, okay? She'll be sorry she ever came here."