A.N.

Long time no see…..

OKAY! So I wanted to answer some reviews that asked question etc.

the apricot;

thank you so much for your sweet review! It means A LOT to me that people like my writing and want to read more. Okay onto the more serious issue about Hermione, which actually several people have been wondering about. No, I do not hate Hermione. I LOVE HERMIONE! But, Annabeth is smarter than Hermione. She just is, she is legit the smartest person alive (other than Athena who is a goddess but I will get crap for that if I don't mention Athena being smarter.) Annabeth may not be the smartest in all situations but in the end, Annabeth is the one with the plan. And Hermione can see that, she can tell that Annabeth is really smart and strong willed. Now if you've read these books (not saying you haven't) you'll know that Hermione (especially in the earlier ones) rarely breaks rules and when she does she generally hesitates. So with Hermione not liking the nine to begin with, not liking Annabeth to begin with,and with just having just been made a prefect, Hermione feels like Percy and Annabeth shouldn't sleep together. BUT DON'T WORRY BECAUSE EVENTUALLY ANNABETH AND HERMIONE WILL BE FRIENDS!

WOW THAT WAS LONG IM SORRY!

Just A Reviewer:

Aw thanks so much! That means a lot. Im glad you found it again!

Bibliophile:

Wellllll…. Im updating, so I expect that chicken dance soon. NO JK BUT SERIOUSLY THANKS ILY

And thanks everyone for the suggestion on which subjects they should be good at, I'm totally taking all of them into account and there will be changes in the subject list!

Disclaimer: yes. Yes I am totally a middle aged man and a middle aged women put together. Not. I do not own anything in this story except for the odd detail I spring up randomly much to your confusion…

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Go read my new fanfiction too, it's called Meeting Percabeth 🙌

Percy's POV:

Snape glared at me with those black eyes. He reminded me very faintly of Nico, but he had no almost-non-existent layer of happiness like Nico had, he had a totally-non-existent layer of happiness.

In his eyes I could see that once, there may have been someone who made him happy, but they weren't there anymore. Now I'm not pretending to be anywhere near as good as Annabeth when it comes to reading people by their expressions, don't tell her I said that, but I have gotten fairly good over the years. Although some of the people I encounter tend to send out mixed messages, 'yo Jackson, can I like eat/kill you now?' 'Sup bro, I remember last time I saw you it ended with your sword in my gut! Good memories, good memories...' 'You know I really wanna stay and chat but I wanna eat you more so I mean.' I'm drifting off on a tangent, stupid ADHD, but you get my point.

His lip curled and his eyes flashed with anger. I was like 99.9 percent sure that so far I had done nothing to make him hate me. I stared right back at him. I wasn't remotely scared of this dude who sounded like some type of snake that likes dark holes and is probably known for biting off your middle toe if you step within 2 inches of it.

"Ah yes, Mr. Jackson." He sneered.

I shrugged. "Yep, that's my name."

"Five points from Gryffindor." He snapped.

"For acknowledging the fact that yes, my last name is Jackson?" I replied coolly.

I heard a few snickers from behind me but I ignored them.

I heard Annabeth sigh. She was sitting in between Thalia and me at our desk.

Snape turned around to write on the board. Choosing to ignore my comeback.

"Today we will be making the Draught of Peace. A potion, which makes the drinker relaxed and calm. If the ingredients are overdosed then the drinker will fall into a deep sleep. Begin." He said, sending me another glare.

I fiddled with my textbook for a minute before turning to the right page.

All the words swiveled around on the page and I blinked furiously for a minute. The words had completely rearranged themselves from English to something that looked oddly like jibberish to my eyes.

I groaned before consentrating as hard as I could on the page.

"Something wrong, Mr. Jackson?" Snape sneered.

I shot him a glare and went back to attempting to read something that looked like a two-year-old had written. Except it was worse then if a two-year-old had written it.

I was focusing so hard I didn't notice when Annabeth quietly pulled out her wand, muttered a few words under her breath and tapped my book. Instantly the deformed words on my textbook transformed into Greek.

I turned to grin at her and she gave me an almost unnoticeable wink, she had already started on her potion.

I got up and went to the supply closet, checking my book every once and a while to make sure I was getting the ingredients right.

Powdered moonstone... Syrup of hellbore... Powdered unicorn horn...

I finally found everything I needed and walked back to my table.

Annabeth was already half done and her hair was starting to frizz up at different intervals from the smoke coming from her cauldron.

I looked at the instructions.

1. Add powdered moonstone until the potion turns green.

I achieved this within a few seconds. Maybe other than the teacher, this would actually be a good class.

2. Stir until the potion turns blue.

This step took a little longer considering it hadn't told me which way to stir, so I guessed it and after a few minutes of my potion turning a drastic color of purple and me switching the direction, I got to blue.

3. Add powdered moonstone until the potion turns purple.

Oh okay, so now they wanted the potion purple. Dang these people were picky.

I shot a glance at Annabeth, who appeared to be trying to chop up something with her knife.

I stirred again, and this time, I didn't have to guess. The answer seemed to flow mindlessly through my fingers as I stirred the potion.

4. Allow to simmer until the potion turns pink.

This step took like two whole minutes and by the end of it my leg was bobbling up and down frantically.

5. Add syrup of hellbore until the potion turns turquoise.

What was this? Color class? I added the syrup of hellbore in small amounts, slowly going larger in my doses before the potion morphed into a beautiful turquoise color.

6. Allow to simmer until the potion turns purple.

Seriously? Again? This time however it took less then thirty seconds for the potion to change colors.

7. Shake powdered porcupine quills vigorously until they are ready and then add until the potion turns red.

I happily used my bottled up ADHD energy to shake the quills and poor them into the potion.

8. Stir until the potion turn orange.

I found myself just doing it instantaneously after I did I read it, something that had never really happened to me before. I realized it was probably because of the whole water thing.

9. Add more porcupine quills until the potion turns turquoise.

10. Allow to simmer till the potion turns purple.

11. Add powdered unicorn horn until the potion turns pink.

12. Stir until the potion turns red.

13. Allow to simmer until the potion turns purple.

14. Add more powdered moonstone until the potion becomes grey.

15. Allow the potion to simmer before it turns orange.

16. Add more porcupine quills until the potion turns white.

Finally, I reached the last step and snapped my book shut. (A.N. I actually looked this potion up on harry potter wiki and these are the steps and the ingredients for this potion. This was also the first potion made in Harry's fifth year potion class)

My potion was a perfect, milky white. Annabeth's was on the yellow side and Thalia appeared to have not even started even though we had only 15 minutes left.

I grabbed Annabeth's hand and began to draw imaginary designs with my finger. She gave me a small smile and I could tell she was thinking about the night before.

I got nightmares just as much as Annabeth did, but mine were usually not as bad as they had been last night.

I shuddered slightly. I forced myself to not think about Ta- that place but to just focus on Annabeth.

"Times up." Snapped Snape and began to walk around the classroom. He started off at the Slytherin's side and I could see him giving practically all of them 100's.

Annabeth growled under her breath, she hated favoritism.

He made his way over to our tables, sneering.

He reluctantly gave Hermione a pass, vanished Harry's potion, ignored Ron's, and made his way over to our table.

He glared at Thalia who was absentmindedly fiddling with her nails. She looked so weird wearing the school uniform.

"Well?" Snape said and motioned to Thalia's empty cauldron.

"Oh, I didn't feel like it." Thalia replied, smiling sweetly at him.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape replied and moved over to Annabeth.

"You obviously didn't stir it long enough when adding the unicorn horn." He said, glaring at her.

Annabeth glared right back and I could have sworn I saw Snape shudder as he moved onto me.

He took a good five minutes of inspecting my potion before he glared up at me, I could tell he was searching for a sign of guilt on my face. I made my expression impassive, although I was trying hard not to smile.

After class we all made our way to the Charms classroom. On our way Harry asked me the question I could tell he'd been bursting to ask.

"So how'd you do it then?" He said.

"Do what?" I replied as we walked down a staircase.

"Do your potion perfectly!" Harry said and turned a corner.

"Oh... Um... I've always been good with, uh, water magic..." I stuttered out.

Annabeth muttered something sounded awfully like 'cheater.' I sent her a glare and she playfully slapped me on the arm.

We arrived at the charms classroom; we all took our seats at various desks. I sat with Annabeth and Thalia again.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a very small, white haired, little wizard who stood on a pile of books in order to be seen over his desk.

He started class by squeakily calling role. When he got to Harry's name he gave a little bow, teetered for a minute, before toppling off his pile of thick textbooks.

A few people snickered quietly as one or two got up to help the tiny wizard.

When he read our names he gave a little gasp, and again, toppled out of sight.

I groaned, I seriously hoped that we didn't get this reaction from all our teachers because this was starting to get seriously embarrassing, plus who doesn't suspect nine teenagers of something horrifically-brilliant if even the teachers fall off their book-stacks in surprise?

After roll call he began teaching us the banishing spell, which yes, if you were wondering, sounds just as dangerous as it is when shown to a demigod. Owing to dangerous possibilities of putting fifty plus students in a room and giving them a spell that banishes things, Professor Flitwick gave us all pillows which we tried to aim at a target. Unfortunately, if you have a hundred or so pillows flying this way and that in an average-sized classroom it quickly turns into a death match, not a lesson.

Also many students *cough* Neville Longbottom *cough* had such poor aim that they often missed the pillow completely and sent larger, more solid objects, such as humans, desks, ink bottles, professor Flitwick's pile of books, Professor Flitwick, the chalk board, the chalk, parchment paper, wands, and once even, a chandelier that hung from the high celling, flying across the room. Nico had already been hit in the face by a banishing inkbottle and was completely drenched in ink. He was currently yelling not-so-repeatable words at the person who had unfortunately sent the inkbottle. ( A.N. this was one of my favorite chapters to write because of this paragraph about charms class)

After that rather eventful Charms lesson where mostly I learned how to duck random flying objects rather then actually banish any, we made our way to lunch.

There wasn't as much food as there had been at the feast last night but still a lot of options. Unfortunately, no food that looked like camp food. And no blue cookies. They call themselves magical.

After the disappointingly un-blue lunch we made our way to DADA.

Annabeth and I zigzagged our way across the crowded hallway to walk with The Trio.

They were talking about something quite animatedly until we walked up and they immediately stopped talking.

"Um..." I said. I felt bad for had interrupting them, then I remembered that they were most likely talking about something that had to do with us and I stopped feeling bad.

"So what do you guys know about this pink-clad Toad, sorry, teacher, Umbridge?" I asked.

Harry grimaced. "She was in the jury at my hearing, she was one of the like six people who voted for me being expelled."

"Well let's be glad that you didn't get expelled, otherwise this would be a lot harder." I replied.

I instantly stopped. I prayed to the gods that I hadn't actually just said that.

I clapped a hand to my mouth and Annabeth muttered something along the lines of 'son of Posidon' and 'beheadings.'

Hermione turned and glared at me. "And exactly what do you mean by 'this would be a lot harder?'" She asked in a menacing voice. This just got a lot harder, I thought ironically.

"Uh, it would be a lot harder to, um, do Defense Against the Dark Arts if, er, Harry had been expelled." I spluttered out while Annabeth was probably mentally giving me a long and painful death.

They all seemed suspicious but accepted my made up reason and we continued walking towards the DADA classroom.

I feel behind them with Annabeth and she immediately slapped my arm slightly. Not a playful slap, but not one that hurt either.

"Why in the name of Hade's underpants," Annabeth began as thunder boomed in the distance. She glowered up at the celling for a minute before turning back to me. "Why in the name of Hade's underpants did you say that?" She finished.

I blushed slightly. "I dunno, it just kind of slipped out I guess." I replied sheepishly.

"Well your 'slipped out' words almost blew our cover!" She reprimanded.

"Yes, but you still love me, don't you?" I said, nudging her shoulder with mine.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Of course I do, Seaweed Brain but you do really need to be more careful next time."

"I will, I promise!" I said and raised my hands up in surrender.

She laughed slightly and gave me a kiss. It was quick and light but it still managed to make my insides bubble up with happiness.

A.N.

I know, I know, I know, really weird place to end this crap of a chapter but hey, I'm doing my best to update even though my life is busy as hell right now.

Basically the reason im updating today is because I finally got motivation to and also I have a snow day even though so far its just raining. Smh. ALSO IM ALREADY WORKING ON THE NEXT CHAPTER! And there is a REALLY interesting POV in the next chapter so stay tuned!

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