I don't really know what to say about this chapter. I hope you have as much fun with it as I did!

(Harry P.O.V.)

"So that's how I found out I was a demigod. Questions?"

Percy P.O.V.

I scanned the room, trying to find inquisitive people, but no one seemed to have any questions about my story. I still remembered that day vividly; not only was it important because it was the first time I set foot at Camp, but it was also the first time I saw Annabeth. And Aphrodite knows, that was an important day. I turned to Annabeth and was about to ask her what should follow our first stories, when I heard very, very quiet feet shuffling. My gaze snapped straight to Annabeth's, and I knew she had heard it, too. Ron opened his mouth about to speak, probably to ask what was going on, but I glared at him and put my finger over my lips. I gave everyone pointed looks, and though many of them were confused, by some miracle, they all remained quiet.

Annabeth mouthed the word 'kappa' to me, and I nodded. Plan Kappa was basically a stealth maneuver that dealt with any basic structure with a doorway. One person opens the door really fast and the other one makes the split second decision to stop or swing. If it's a monster, well, you swing. Anything else, you usually tend to stop. We crept silently down the hallway, and I thanked the gods that there was carpet covering the original wood-panel flooring. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny started following us, but Annabeth waved them back. They stayed where they were about halfway down the hall, but they didn't go back. Soon enough, Annabeth and I had reached the door. I held up three fingers and mouthed 'on three'. Annabeth nodded, and I started counting.

One…two…three. Annabeth yanked open the door and I held my sword point to…something that didn't make any sense. My sword was pointed at the neck of Jason Grace. He froze in the position he had been in before the door opened, about to ring the doorbell, arm still outstretched as pure shock encompassed both of our faces. I looked behind him and saw that there were more people near the door, each of whom had also been shocked to a halt in the midst of whatever they had been doing. I saw Piper, scolding Leo for trying to make some sort of modification to the doorbell as he reached into his tool belt. Just behind them was Hazel, who was preventing Frank from falling after he apparently tripped. The five of them looked completely surprised, and appeared even more so when Annabeth stepped out from behind the door. Leo was the first to move, no surprise there.

"Yo, guys! Hi! What's up? Is this your place? It seems nice. A little hard to find, though. Silly thing, you know, wouldn't appear for two hours, but it's all good now. You might want to let them know that their security has been breached. They're gonna have to reset whatever it was they had working here. Hazel pulled some sort of weird Mist-magic thing and made the stuff go away. Anyway, where've you been? Did I tell you that I figured out how to grow that underwater stuff you showed me? Calypso helped me. She couldn't come with us to find you guys because she was busy tracking down her sister who's been missing for a few millennia. Anyway, I finally grew enough of that plant thing to use it as shingling for the canopy of the retractable shelter system and it totally works! But you're not gonna believe this – I did some tests, because while I was working with it I noticed how durable it was, and it turns out, the stuff is celestial bullet-proof! Isn't that great? It doesn't just provide a watertight seal and a lightweight, solid building material, but it also helps against attacks! It's a pain to cut, but this stuff is like a goldmine! Is there food in there? All I've had today is jelly beans and skittles. People say 'skittles' really weird over here, they say it like ski-ttles with their British accents and the guy who sold them to me kept going back and forth with me trying to say it like an American. What time is it? Oh, and did you know that even Connor and Travis were too scared to prank your cabin while you were gone? Weird, right?"

I think it was safe to say that everyone simultaneously moved from their shocked positions and turned to look at Leo with a variety of expressions. Hazel and Piper practically had the words "Really, Leo?" written across their faces. Jason just had his eyebrows raised, as if he was looking around to find the caffeine that Leo must have consumed to be so hyperactive. Frank just seemed confused, and appeared to be sorting through everything Leo had just said, trying to make sense of it all. As for Annabeth and I, well, we looked at Leo, then looked at each other, then looked back at Leo, and shrugged. Honestly, these little rants of Leo's weren't all that uncommon; in fact, it would have been stranger if he hadn't said anything at all.

"Nice to see you too," I said, and grinned, even as Annabeth smacked my arm, but I could tell she was smiling too. "So, what are you guys doing here?"

Piper gave me an incredulous look. "We came to find you guys, of course. Why else would we be here?"

"That was a bit of a Seaweed-Brained question, Percy," Annabeth said, and I looked at her pretending to be hurt. She shot me a look and poured on the sarcasm as she said, "What, did you think they all just decided to go out for a stroll in Long Island and got a little lost and ended up across the pond at an enchanted building that happens to be the headquarters of a secret society of wizards? That only happens on Tuesdays, hon. It's Thursday."

I pretended to be taken aback, then started miming coughing and choking. Annabeth looked concerned for all of two seconds, but when she asked what was wrong, I dramatically coughed out, "I'm…choking…on all…the sarcasm…it got stuck…when you shoved it…down my throat."

Annabeth whacked the back of my head and I grinned. I looked around and everyone looked sort of vaguely relieved. "Good, you two are acting normally. Now, might we come inside?" Hazel asked, and Annabeth glared at me to move out of the doorway.

I stepped aside and turned to see the quizzical faces of Harry, Hermione and Ron, who could only just now see who we were talking to that whole time. Leo practically bounced in the door and Ron took a physical step backwards when Leo stopped in front of him and said, "Hi!"

Everyone inside looked very confused and slightly disturbed upon the entrance of all of these strange teenagers, but no one reacted violently, which was a great start in my opinion. However, all things considered, this was going to take a lot of explaining. For that very reason, I may or may not have casually situated myself slightly behind Annabeth so that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be the one who would have to do all the explaining.

I nudged Annabeth slightly, and looked around. She stared at me, and I mouthed 'say something.' Annabeth must have had a different kind of explanation in mind than mine, though, because hers only took ten seconds. "These are our friends from America, who are also demigods."

The problems started when Jason did a complete double take and said, "Wait, they know about demigods? And who are they? Are they related to the gods? I thought the gods were in America right now. And what are you two doing here? This does not look like vacation. And why–"

Piper smiled at him and you could feel the charmspeak rolling off of her in waves as she said, "Jason, honey, calm down a little, okay? Everything is fine." She drew out the last syllable and you could see Jason visibly relaxing, along with Leo and Hazel, who were next to him.

I turned and snuck a glance at the collective of wizards. They seemed way out of their element. I sighed internally and decided that I would have to use my super awesome glue-that-unites-the-seven skills to try to get everyone on the same page and ready to continue where we left off. I made an effort to start slow and ease into it. "Okay, so if you're a demigod, go stand by this wall," I said, pointing to the wall that still had the knife protruding from it that I had thrown earlier. "If you're a wizard, go stand by that wall." I pointed to the wall opposite the previous one. It took a second, but everyone slowly started doing what I asked and moved to the appropriate sections of the room. Once everyone was sort of where they needed to be, I went on, "Okay, great. Thanks. Now, a quick summary for the wizards: half-bloods, step forward when I say your name." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hand shoot up into the air on the wizard side of the room. I turned and saw it was Hermione. "Yes? Hermione?"

Hermione took a second to compose herself, then asked, "Why do you want half-blooded wizards to step forward? Why does it matter what blood status they hold?"

I groaned internally, but smiled on the outside. Why couldn't the wizards have been a bit more creative? Half-bloods/demigods existed way before half-blooded British wizards. "I'm not currently addressing the wizard population of the room; half-blood is another name for a demigod because we're half human and half god." Hermione looked satisfied and appeared to have filed that information away for future use, so I continued. "Okay, so you know Annabeth and I. This is Jason Grace, son of Jupiter," I said, and Jason took a quick step forward then fell back into line, "Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto, and Frank Zhang, son of Mars." The two of them followed suit. "Leo Valdez, son of Heph-"

I should've known better than to assume that Leo wouldn't take this as an opportunity to toot his own horn, but sadly I was caught off guard when he shouted, "Son of the most awesome god Hephaestus, who is the Vulcan guy with the forges and the anvils and such, Bad Boy Supreme, Commander of the Argo II, single and ready to mingle, and –"

It was then that Leo took the time to look at the girls, and when he saw them, he paled considerably. Annabeth was standing to the side, cracking her knuckles. Her eyes were swirling grey storm clouds and she looked murderous. Hazel had somehow summoned a pair of brass knuckles, and was polishing them with her shirt, glaring at Leo. Piper, however, took the proverbial cake at that particular moment; she had pulled the kitchen knife out of the wall and was cleaning her fingernails with it. The look in her eyes was sickly sweet, and slightly crazy. Leo swallowed hard and backed up a little bit. I made the wise decision that now was the time to move on and change the focus.

"This is Piper Mclean, daughter of Aphrodite," I said a little awkwardly. Piper momentarily stopped freaking out Leo and politely stepped forward and smiled. "Anyway, these are our friends from America, who were apparently inclined to go gallivanting across Europe to track us down because we went missing over two weeks ago. They just found us, so hooray! Also, since they found us, I think it's safe to assume that some of your defenses are now down, so you might want to fix that as soon as wizardly possible; regardless, that's who they are, that's why they're here. Moving on. Demigods, here's the short-sweet-to-the-point explanation you're going to get:

"There are wizards. They have wands. One of them is really evil, and his name is Tom Riddle, but he goes by Lord Voldemort. There are wizards who follow him, and they are called Death Eaters. There is a group of wizards who fight Lord Voldemort and it is called the Order of the Phoenix. You are standing in the middle of their headquarters. The evil wizards captured us, then the good wizards helped get us free, and now Annabeth and I are going to help the good wizards. Does everyone have a mutual understanding of what is going on right now?"

Everyone seemed to be processing the influx of information, but other than that, they all seemed fine. "Great. So Annabeth and I were going to summarize our demigod lives for the wizard population, so if everyone wants to just take a seat or get comfortable or whatever, now would be the time to do so. Anything to add, Wise Girl?"

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and winked at me, then turned to our friends who were sitting among the wizards. "I think that the rest of the seven should help." I grinned hugely as a collective groan was issued from the previously relaxed demigods.

"But we don't know most of your stories anyway! And besides that, the only other one who has stories we don't know is Jason, and he's told us most of them. There's no point in us helping because we don't know what to say! Unless you want us to go by the rumors we've heard at camp, but I don't think those are entirely reliable…" Leo protested, and I had to admit, though I would never verbally acknowledge it, he had a point. I shared a look with Annabeth and we rolled our eyes.

"Fine, Leo. Fine. Don't help us. Just sit there while we give you a run-through of 'Percy's pre-Prophecy of Seven demigod career'. Excellent. Shall we start?" I asked, and everyone nodded. Leo went so far as to applaud. One of the wizards, I'm not sure which one, summoned and started distributing popcorn. I knew that we were going to get teased by our friends when I mentioned the more ridiculous stories I had stocked up, but that was just the way it was going to go down. I was about to start when Piper whispered something to Hazel and they both started laughing. I looked at them cautiously, the question of what was so funny evident in my eyes.

Hazel mock-raised her hand. "Percy, where are the visual aids?"

"I'm sorry, what? Visual aids? Seriously? You want visual aids?" I asked, and Piper and Hazel nodded. Frank and Jason were trying to smother their laughter as Leo had his face in his hands because he couldn't stop laughing. I turned to Annabeth, because I wasn't really sure how she wanted to handle this. I always was more of a hands on learner, so visual aids didn't sound too bad to me, but as to how we would accomplish getting them, I was helpless to ascertain.

Annabeth looked like she was concentrating. She jerked her head up suddenly and faced the Dumble-door guy. "Professor," she said, and his gaze was filled with curiosity, "is there some sort of spell that could help us to create images that would go along with our stories?"

The door man grinned mischievously and redirected his attention to the real dark, sullen guy from before, Scrape or Snake or whatever. "Severus, would you be so kind as to fetch the Pensieve from my office and transport it here? I think it would be of assistance at the present, and it would be prudent to employ it here. Do you mind?"

Severus's ever-present scowl deepened. "No, I do not mind, Headmaster. I shall return shortly." And with that, he drew his robe around him and moved swiftly and silently out the front door. A faint swooshing sound could be heard from inside the house, and I took that as a sign that he was gone.

"Professor Dumbledore, if you don't mind my asking, what exactly is a Pensieve?" Annabeth asked, and I nodded in agreement. I was honestly pretty curious about wizard technology, since they could use magic and everything. In fact, they might even be able to help the Hephaestus cabin with their whole Leo-sanctioned campaign to create technology that could be used by demigods without sending up monster signal flares. It was weird; I hadn't thought about anything magical that wasn't directly associated with the gods in a long time. I remembered at least once or twice watching the old Disney Fantasia movie with my mom when I was little, but it hadn't come up in the time since. Two weeks ago, if you said, what's the first thing you think about when you hear the word 'magic', I probably would've said the boundary line at camp, or Circe's Island, or Calypso's healing song.

In addition to that, there seemed to be a very fine, very blurry line that separated magic from powers. It was like a vaguely worded phrase that tells you almost nothing. The best I could figure, magic could be used in different forms, while you have individual powers that do the same thing every time. So it would be magic if you could use your wand to boil water for tea and to dig a hole in the ground. It would be using your powers if you boiled the water one way and dug a hole another way. So if Harry used his wand to do those things, and I concentrated to boil the water and then carved out part of the ground with swiftly moving currents, then he would be doing magic and I would be using two different powers. Honestly, the whole thing made my head ache.

I think I must have zoned out for most of Dumbledore's explanation because the second I tuned back in, he was asking Annabeth if what he just said made sense. Oops. But lucky for me, it wouldn't matter that I missed his whole spiel because a few seconds later, I was on Olympus in the throne room. Wait, what?

The second I landed, I stumbled a bit. I was really insanely disoriented. A few seconds ago, I was in England. Now I was not. I was on Olympus. In the throne room. Which was full of several very amused looking gods. Huh. Just when you think that you've taken a miniscule recess from crazy things happening with wizards, you flash into a council meeting. Go figure.

I looked around. I must have been very visibly surprised because all of the gods were trying not to laugh at whatever expression was on my face at the time. Apollo was trying, and failing might I add, to smother his laughter into his hands and pass it as a cough, but Hermes was openly chuckling.

Something clicked in my head, thank the gods, and I had the sense to go to the middle and bow. It seemed like the thing to do, anyway. I stood up, and scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. They were all just staring at me, so I said rather eloquently, "Um, can I, uh, help you with something?"

Now they all did start laughing, and I felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I looked around, utterly confused. What in Hades name was going on? Why would they pull me up here? Just to laugh at me? I was under the impression that they could do that all the time. Was it really necessary to do it to my face?

"Perseus," my father said as the laughter died down. I looked at him with a silent 'thank you' in my eyes, since it seemed like he was finally going to tell me what was happening. "We have called you here to help you."

When I was still confused, Lady Athena took over. "We've been following your quest in England and–"

"Wait, so it's a quest now?" I asked, groaning internally. I was silently pleading that I had heard wrong, that someone was going to stop and correct me and say, 'No, of course not. Why would you think that?' However, no such luck. As an added bonus, I had just cut off Lady Athena mid-speech. Fantastic.

She looked annoyed as she begrudgingly continued. "Yes, Perseus, it is a quest. I'm sure if you are so inclined, we could excavate a prophecy for you. It is most likely that this has been foretold at one point in time or another; perhaps the Early Bronze Age, or the Archaic Period. Nonetheless, unless having access to a prophecy is your highest priority," at this I shook my head fervently; not having a prophecy to worry about might do me some good, "it would be wisest to just continue where we currently stand. As I said, we've been watching, and decided that now would be an opportune time to intervene and simplify a few things."

"Wait, you're intervening? Aren't you, I don't know, not supposed to do that?" I asked, my eyes wide at the prospect of the gods actually getting involved in something that didn't deal directly with a potential end-of-the-world scenario.

"We aren't going to directly intervene, if that's what you're thinking," Aphrodite said, and I turned to look at her. "If that were the case, you and Ms. Chase might already be married," she said dramatically with a sigh, and I felt my face turning bright red. Thank the gods Aphrodite wasn't in charge. "However," she continued, slightly disappointed, "my husband seems to think that we might as well hand over a beautiful piece of entertainment and propaganda that pertains to you and your quest."

I looked at Hephaestus. It appeared as though he and Aphrodite must have been getting along better than they used to, because he almost had the start of a smile on his face. I subtly glanced at Ares, and he did not look happy. I tried to ignore it, but it was pretty difficult to suppress a smile at the fact that he was getting dumped for a crippled blacksmith, so to speak. All thoughts of that aside, Hephaestus began to speak. "Hermes and I have been collaborating for several centuries now, gathering footage and documenting important events in the history of the gods. And so we have a gift to present to you. Hermes, if you would."

I spun around to look at Hermes. This was not normal; the gods didn't usually beat around the bush like this. I was getting pretty concerned. What was even more worrisome was that they were giving me something. They tended not to do that unless I had done something first, and at the moment, I couldn't really think of anything. That together with the odd behavior only led to one thing: trouble.

Hermes was smiling. Uh oh. "You see, Percy, we got the idea when Ares led you into that trap that Hephaestus had set and filmed you live to Olympus. Most amusing, I assure you. Since then, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Hestia and I have been gathering footage of you doing all of your heroic and some of your less heroic deeds. Your triumphs and failures, successes and losses; we've captured it all on film, and turned it in to quite the masterpiece, if I do say so myself." I was horrified, but he wasn't done. "We do this about every couple hundred years to raise moral and boost viewing, but we hadn't really had a real showstopper since Hercules; his merchandise is still floating around. However, when we watched you, we decided to give it a go. It turned out better than we could have expected. When Piper and Hazel asked for visual aids, we thought, well, what better time to enter the series into the demigod market. Now, we haven't quite finished the last three editions yet, but we do have the entire first collection in a box set to give you, as well as the next film with a bonus feature of the side quest undergone by your friends, Jason Grace, Piper Mclean, and Leo Valdez. I think that – Percy, are you alright? You look a little green."

I was in total shock. They had been filming me. All those times it felt like someone was there, like something was watching me, there had been something there. Gods, why couldn't they just leave me alone? I knew that demigods entertained them, sure, but turning my life into a series was a bit much. Trying to 'enter the series into the demigod market'? That crossed the line. But I had one big question to ask before I left.

Hermes handed me the DVDs and patted me on the back, and I knew I didn't have much time. Just before I flashed out, I asked, "Hey, am I getting royalties for this?"

I had just enough time to see Apollo laugh and Hephaestus groan and Athena looking at Hermes with a major I-told-you-so look on her face. I almost smiled, until I thought about what I was about to do. I wondered just how much of my life they had recorded. They couldn't possibly have gotten everything, could they?

I didn't have much time to think, though, because a second later, I landed back in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. I fell on something kind of soft; at least, it was softer than I was expecting, so I didn't think it was the ground. I looked down and saw Jason groaning underneath me, and I had to suppress my grin. As I got up and brushed myself off, I realized that I was in the middle of a shouting match. Annabeth was arguing with Hermione, Leo and Ron were yelling at each other and Leo's hair was on fire, Hazel looked ready to jump across the table and slug whoever she was talking to, Piper seemed to have given up trying to calm everyone down, and Frank had both of the Weasley twins in headlocks.

"Woah, what's going on here?" I said, but when nobody heard me, I rolled my eyes and motioned for Jason to stay down for a second. I shook the ground violently and yelled, "I said, what's going on here?"

Everyone quieted down, and I offered Jason a hand up. He took it and shook his head at me. I shrugged and turned to Annabeth. Frank had released Fred and George, and Hazel seemed to have cooled off a bit. "Where did you go?" Annabeth asked, before tackling me in a hug. "We couldn't figure out what happened."

I sighed. "The gods flashed me up into the throne room." Annabeth pulled back and looked at me, astounded. The rest of the seven seemed equal parts shocked and intrigued.

"Well?" Piper asked, taking a step closer. "What did they say?"

I shook my head. "They said this is a quest," I started, and grimaced when I heard the resounding groan, "and they said they wanted to help with our little 'presentation'. So Hermes and Hephaestus gave me-"

It was at that particular moment that Professor…Snape! That was it. His name was Professor Snape. Anyway, Professor Snape burst in the door, levitating this giant object that was carved out of solid marble. That had to be heavy. He was not going to be happy. "I've brought the Pensieve, Headmaster. Where would you like it?"

Before Professor Dumbledore could answer, I said, "Actually, professor, we won't be needing that after all." Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but I was busy bracing myself for the inevitable future.

"Well, then what are we going to use?" Annabeth asked before Snape had the chance to respond.

I bent down and picked up the stack of DVDs from the ground. I turned around and walked over to a very surprised looking Leo Valdez. "Leo, how fast can you make a DVD player?"