Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter. Words cannot express how sorry I am, but you'll probably be wanting the story, not me talking. I just wanted to thank you all for sticking with me, it means a lot. Also, thanks to awynn22 for the idea. I twisted the idea a little, but it mostly stayed the same. :)
Percy's P.O.V.
Annabeth, Grover and I were sitting in the empty kitchen. "So, what are we going to do? Stay with Harry until he gets his memory back?" Annabeth asked us. I shrugged. Honestly, I had no idea what to do. We had no idea how long it would take Harry to regain his memory and he can't fight Voldemort without his memory. Our whole quest was try and help him defeat Voldemort, but he can't without his memory.
"I think we have to." Grover answered. Annabeth nodded and we went into an awkward silence. What happened? We never used to go into awkward silences. I kept glancing around simply because we didn't have anything to discuss.
"So..." I started and they both looked at me, instantly alert. "How do you think that we should get Harry's memory back?" I asked. Maybe we could knock some sense into him. Or maybe we could re-tell his adventures to him. No, that would take too long. If we introduced him to some of his teachers or friends, maybe he would remember them, or something. Remember something. I looked hopefully at Grover, who seemed as stumped as I was. Then I looked at Annabeth and saw she had a spaced out look in her eyes and a slight smirk on her lips. That was her 'I have the best idea ever' face. My spirits lifted at once. She must have a great idea and once we help out Harry with that idea, we might be able to go. I kind of miss Camp Half-Blood. I hated to interrupt Annabeth's thinking time, but I really wanted to know what her idea was. "Annabeth...?" I called out hesitantly. Her beautiful grey eyes lost that far-away look and focused on me.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Um, do you have an idea?" I questioned hopefully.
She smiled. "Hopefully." She got up and went away. I exchanged a confused look with Grover as we got up and followed her. We entered the living room to see Annabeth talking excitedly to Hermione and Ron who were also looking pretty excited. We rushed over to them and I couldn't stop myself in time, bumping into Ron's arm, which caused him to drop his glass and shatter.
He groaned and while he was picking up the glass with his bare hands he said, "Great, thanks Hermione."
Hermione looked at him in outrage. "What? That wasn't me!" She snapped at him.
"I know, it's just fun to blame you." Ron snickered.
"Well, I think that's very stupid of you. And rude. Why would you blame someone for something they didn't do? That is so dumb. Then again, you can be very dumb. But not this dumb. I'm very surprised. Actually maybe I'm not. But I-" she said before Ron interrupted her.
"OH MY GOD. Hermione, shut up."
Hermione gave him a wounded look as he got up to throw away all the glass. When he came back, he and Hermione stood more farther away from each other than they were before the argument. "So anyway Annabeth, what was your idea? You kind of left before you told us." I told her.
"Oh, did I? Sorry, I was so excited to tell Ron and Hermione. Well, we know that Harry loves Quidditch, right? And I'm sure I read something about doing something you love can bring back memories. So if we got him to play a little Quidditch at Hogwarts, his memory could come back." She explained. I raised my eyebrows. I had to admit. That was a good idea.
"Yeah, that might just work. Good job, Annabeth!" Grover smiled at his friend, who smiled back.
"What are we waiting for? Let's get Harry's ass back to Hogwarts!" Ron said anxiously.
"Get my what? Where?" Harry appeared in the door and walked over to join us.
"We're going to get your memories back." Ron said confidently.
"Really? You can do it?" Harry queried happily.
Ron nodded. "You bet we can! Soon, Gryffindor will have their Seeker back!"
"Gryffin-what?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Oh bloody hell. You already forgot. Gryffindor is YOUR house. The OTHER houses are Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff." Ron told him.
"What the HELL is a Hufflepuff?" Harry questioned.
"Never mind that, let's go get some Floo powder." Hermione said, lighting the fire for Floo travel. "Just follow after me." Hermione grabbed a handful of Floo powder, stepped into the fire. And I mean, INTO the fire, and called out, "Hogwarts!" She threw the Floo powder down and suddenly vanished. Ron told us that he would go last just so he could help people out if they needed it. It was my turn next. Nervously, I took a handful of Floo powder and repeated the same thing Hermione did. I was swept into blackness, spinning. Suddenly i was spit out of the Floo thing into an office. I quickly got up, my head spinning. Hermione helped me walk to the desk to help stable me. Soon, Grover came stumbling through and Annabeth cleanly spun in, still taking a small stumble. Harry slid into the office knocked into the opposite wall. I cringed. He must have been spinning fast. And Ron...well, he didn't come through on his feet. He got to his feet, grumbling about the Floo powder making him look like a total loser.
"Okay everyone, let's go to the Quidditch pitch." Hermione told us, leaving the office. Everyone followed her and Ron said, "Accio broom!" Harry's broom came zooming to him and he said in once more and a more beaten-up broom came to him. He handed Harry the better broom.
"So, are we sweeping something? Cleaning up something?" Harry questioned.
"Nope, we're playing Quidditch." Ron replied, filling him on Quidditch. How it works and the rules and how he was the best Seeker that Gryffindor ever had, maybe besides his father.
"But...I can't be good at Quidditch. I fail at every sport." Harry said, a slightly sad tone could be heard in his voice.
"That's absurd!" Hermione exclaimed. "Harry, I might not know much about Quidditch, but I do know that you are very good at it." She told him reassuringly. We finally got onto the Quidditch pitch.
"Right mate, just get onto your broom like this and push off." Ron told Harry. Harry did as he was told and shot up into the sky. Just before Ron went up into the sky as well, Hermione grabbed a galleon out of her pocket and did a quick spell that changed the galleon into a leather ball.
"Oh my wizard god! Thanks Hermione! A Quaffle!" Ron stated with more enthusiasm than he first thanked Hermione. She just shook head ruefully, but smiled at him as he launched himself into the air.
Ron's P.O.V.
I caught up with Harry, who was zooming around, laughing joyfully. I smiled warmly as I watch my best friend. "Do you remember anything?" I asked Harry, who shook his head. "Catch!" I tossed him the Quaffle. He caught it and threw it back to me. We flew around, tossing the Quaffle around. He still hadn't gained any memories back. Bloody hell. After about thirty minutes of flying, I started to give up. Ten minutes later, I was losing hope. In frustration, I chucked the Quaffle hard and heard a thunk. Horrified, I turned to see Harry spin and dive to the ground. I hurriedly zoomed after him and just grabbed his shirt to soften his fall. He had a bruised temple as everyone rushed over to him.
"Oh my Rowling! What happened Harry Potter?" Annabeth exclaimed.
He touched his hand to his nose and showed us. "Am I bleeding?" He asked. We all shook our heads. "Oh," he tounched a hand to his temple. "Ouch." He muttered.
"Well, that sucked royal hippogriff." I grumbled and Harry turned to me.
"Hey, Buckbeak doesn't appreciate that." Harry said. I froze in shock and so did Hermione. Harry was looking back and forth between Hermione and I.
"Harry...we never told you about Buckbeak." Hermione said slowly. "You got your memory back?" She asked hopefully.
Harry frowned for a second before grinning. "Yeah! I remember everything! I have my memory back! Whoo!" Harry said, laughing with happiness.
Just then, Malfoy came up to us. We all glared at him. "I saw that fall, Potter. Seems like you lost your talent. Not like you had any to begin with. Just abnormally ling beginner's luck." He said, swaggering away. Harry got to his feet and hollered, "Shut up Malfoy, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
There you go. I've got to go, but hope you enjoyed that chapter. And also, awynn22: Yes, I've read the Cursed Child, but in my honest opinion, I prefer AVPM and the others. The Cursed Child was good, but a bit all over the place. Hope you Starkid fans liked the references. Some are more hidden than others, but they are there! See you soon, friends! :)
-PJOFanatic101