Hey everyone,
I want to thank you guys. Some of you actually answered my question on whether I should skip the remaining hours that were left and get to the introduction of Percy or should do a few more sessions between Andromeda and others and thanks to two of you, I decided to make this chapter a bit of a compromise, so to say.
This chapter will start with Sirius and Neville speaking their minds and after that we will get to see how Camp Half-Blood responds to the prophesy and Lady Hecate taking Demigods to who-knows-where. Personally, Sirius was definitely someone I still wanted to cover, yet I think this combo will make for a nice long chapter.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990


Chapter 28
Sessions And Camp

9th of August 1995
The Dimension
Andromeda's POV

"I am so proud of you, kiddo." My next patient tells Harry as the boy walks out of his own section of the room and Harry smiles back at him as he says: "And I you, Sirius. Good luck." At which the older man nods and I personally agree with the boy as I have no doubt that Sirius is this late in line because he needed to gather his courage.
After all, the man must still be dealing with Halloween and Azkaban on a daily basis and so, as the man approaches, I lie a warm hand on his shoulder and say: "You know the drill." At which the man nods and calmly moves over to the curtain that has a large willow tree shown as the symbol and I follow him through.
And inside do I see a gorgeous setting that I just know Sirius must have been in love with ever since his escape from that horrible prison; a grassy small, low hill with a single willow tree at the very top of the mountain and Sirius himself lies down on the hill with his eyes aimed for the ceiling which, naturally, looks like a clear blue sky.

"I have no memories." He suddenly says, even before I can join him on the hill and I look at him shocked as he says: "I mean, no real memories. The things I tell Harry are things I actually remember exactly when I tell them, but – before then – those memories are just stuck so far in the back of my mind, I forgot they were there."
This makes me lie down next to him with concern written over my face and he sighs as he says: "I feel so worthless. I feel like I'm lying to Harry, but – if I were to tell him this, he will just start worrying and I know him well enough to know that he is already hiding enough of his own personal concerns from the rest of us.
I just don't want to burden him with another concern, not until he has had a few sessions with you and has covered some of those concerns, but – to keep lying to him and have him believe that I am as unaffected by Azkaban as I try to show the world, just to make sure that the Order will give me a chance and let me do my job –."

Here Sirius sighs and says: "I know it sounds stupid, but – I feel that, if I don't show to the Order that I am fine, that I left Azkaban without any mental consequences, that they will work even harder to keep Harry and me apart, that – that they'll take Harry away from me or – or that they will hide me somewhere and not tell Harry where.
Did you know that Albus actually tried to force me into not writing Harry at all this summer and he tried this several times over the first week we were all at London. If he was trying that this early on in the war – I don't even want to know what he will do if he starts to believe that something is either wrong with me or my bond with Harry.

But to – to work so hard on fixing a bond with someone I was forced to forget during my time in Azkaban; heh, it's hard." At this I nod and say: "Which is exactly why I wanted to start these sessions much sooner. And seeing how we just found out that the Jackson chapters are much shorter, so we can have plenty of sessions.
Now, can you name me one memory you would like to get back?" I ask Sirius, knowing I have to break with how I usually do this for someone with this much personal issues and the man sighs as he says: "There are a few. Remus told me to them as he knows I suffer this problem, but it just makes me feel even worse.
I don't remember what it was like meeting James, I don't remember how we felt when we won the House Cup for the first time, I don't remember winning the Quidditch Finals in my Second, I don't even remember my O.W.L. or N.E.W.T. scores, my graduation, my Best Man's speech or what I was like when Harry was born."

By now Sirius is close to screaming, has sat up and has moved to crouch down again, wrapping his arms around his knees and covering his face with both, while his voice proves just how badly he is trying to hold back on his tears and while I have no doubt that both Harry and Sirius will hate me for it, do I say:
"You forgot it all." Pulling all emotion from my voice and the man howls before he starts to cry at which I instantly wrap my arms around him and pull him to seek comfort against my side and chest and, like I know his mother should have done, do I start to softly let my hand run through his hair and down his back in a comforting way.
"You forgot it all, Sirius, but you are going to work hard and remember it all once again. And I'm going to help you with that, but first you need to help yourself. You need to acknowledge – acknowledge and accept – how you feel about having forgotten so many vital things; things that were and still are important to you.
You've acknowledged that you've forgotten them and you will need time before you can acknowledge this to the one most important to you, but he's not ready to hear this yet either. However, whether you remember this now, in the months that we will work on this or when Harry has his his own first baby, you will remember, you will."

And while normally I never speak this much, not to my patients or my family, do I still know that with someone like Sirius a speech like this is just what he needs and the man has indeed calmed down and now tears are silently running down his face as he leans against me, his breathing having calmed down to the point he is nearly asleep.
This makes me smile as it actually reminds me of a few of the times I got to do this before we were both whisked off to Hogwarts and as I keep caressing the hair and back of the man I have always considered my baby brother, do I know that everything I said is right before I notice that Sirius isn't nearly asleep, he's asleep.
At this I gently move myself away from his slumbering form, knowing I might have time for one more patient before the new arrivals and feeling like it can only do the man a lot of good to wake in such a calm environment after something as emotionally heartfelt as all this and so I make sure to charm his curtains as I leave.

And at the door I already see my next patient waiting, Neville having a look on his face that is quite similar as to how Ron looked during the Forest chapter, yet I can easily see that that chapter is not the reason behind his obvious sense of anger and I say: "I only treat patients who know how to keep themselves calm."
At which the boy nods and moves over to a curtain with a greenhouse as the symbol, which makes me smile as it proves that, while the activities are quite different, Harry has something in common with a friend of his that will help him grow closer, regardless of his own issues and I follow the boy through the curtain for the final session.
And the symbol on the curtain really doesn't do the room behind it justice as we're not just in a greenhouse, we are in a room that is just as high as the Great Hall, has multiple stories build against the walls with bars of steel and metal, while the walls themselves are all made of slightly blinded glass to let through just enough light.

Neville himself seems shocked at seeing so much more than he was expecting, yet then he shakes his head and turns to the bottom floor on the left and starts to work on some simple looking plants as he says: "Fudge makes me so mad." At which I nod, feeling very happy, yet concerned that the boy seems so experienced with this.
"He is going to cause nothing but pain, death and destruction and he's a Light Wizard. And that's the worst of it all, cause, if I think back, Harry has been hurt by Light Wizards far more than Voldemort ever tried – and that while Voldemort is actually the cause behind everyone deciding that hurting Harry like they are is okay.
Voldemort took Harry his parents, Harry gets famous for that loss and suddenly his rights as a person are just as dead. And that while so many just keep on saying we only want what's best. Best for who? Harry? Or the boy you were all hoping he'd become by abandoning him for 11 years and then overwhelming him with attention?
And the worst is – it took me seeing Harry crying over a trauma I know he has yet to heal from for me to realize how far this world has been pushing him! I've shared a dorm with him for four years! I've been the closest of any of the outsiders – myself, Dean and Seamus – who has ever gotten close or in actual contact with Harry.
And it took me all this time to realize who Harry really is, what the difference between him and his famous title really is and how blind the whole world is to that difference. And now with Fudge? I fear that – that Harry would – would have to actually lose his mortality or his humanity or – or even Sirius or someone else – for him to realize this.

And that scares me. Not just because it's wrong, but – but because I – I don't want to admit it, but –." And I complete the now trembling boy's statement: "You fear what Harry will push himself to do if Fudge does indeed push him past that brink. You fear what Harry can do, especially now that you know of his Divine Heritage."
At this I nod and say: "I – I now know that – that there is that – that curse on the English shores, but – is it wrong that I am depending on that prophesy? That I am depending on it to set things right for Harry? That I am depending on it to get the Big Guy here and have him discover what Fudge has been doing to his child?
Is that wrong?" The boy almost timidly asks, but I giggle and say: "No, it's not. It proves that, like your father, your grandmother and many others in the Wizarding World, your line really does descent from the Blacks. I know for a fact Siri and I have been thinking that non-stop since we made this discovery of Harry's heritage."

And the boy smiles at me before he finishes up his task on the pots before him and says: "I – I have a lot of anger issues. Ever – ever since I realized just – just how wrong the Wizarding world has been about Harry, more and more anger has been boiling within me, like this huge thorny vine that takes over my bloodstream.
And – and with Fudge being so high in power and with – with people like Umbridge and Malfoy supporting him and – and with people like Percy licking his butt and kissing his shoes and whatnot; it makes it harder and harder for me to hold back on the desire to just let that huge vine loose on that high-strung bastard, you know?"
At this I nod and say: "Trust me, Neville, having anger issues at your age is nothing unusual, especially given the situation and the environment we currently live in. Oh, and that thorny vine idea? Sorry kid, but that's just tame compared to what Sirius and I could cause if we wanted to." At which Neville smiles as we leave the section.

And yet, as I finally set my first step out of the Therapy room and into the Reading room, do I instantly get blinded by a bright light that comes from the center of the room and makes me know that the four hours are up, yet the sight that comes from the light as it dims down and vanishes actually manages to surprise me.
While I had expected two people to arrive like everyone else, had I not expected one of them not to be human as the man standing next to a boy with jet-black hair and bright sea-green eyes is actually a centaur with a white body from the waist down and who has thinning brown hair, bushy eyebrows, brown eyes and a scruffy beard.
The boy besides him instantly, to my confusion, pulls a pen out of his pocket which he then clicks and shockingly enough turns into a one-handed, double-edged sword, but then the centaur lies a hand on his shoulder and says: "Calm yourself, Percy. These people were clearly expecting us, but they seem to mean us no harm."
At which we all nod, most of us with our arms raised in a sign that we are unarmed and then the same ceiling to floor seized portrait appears next to the two new arrivals, yet instead of it showing Hogwarts, does it show a gorgeous green field that is filled with all kinds of cabins and other things, making it look like a camp.

At the same time
At Camp Half-Blood
(warning, pretty short here)

Pandemonium almost broke out when, from two different spots on the camp grounds, bright lights started shining and many campers would have screamed and shouted in feared concern or shock as one light engulfed the most famous inhabitant of camp and the other engulfed the Camp Activity Director, yet none of them do.
None of them do, because there is a third light that shines at the very center of the Camp, where a second campfire appears from which a gorgeous-looking goddess, with an honest smile, warm brown eyes, and black hair framing her face in ringlets appears wearing a linen shawl plain to cover her hair as well as a modest dress.

"Lady Hestia, are you responsible for these lights?" A girl with an athletic build, long curly blond hair and stormy gray eyes asks, but the Goddess smiles at her as she says: "No, Daughter of Athena, the lights are not my work. Rather, Lady Hecate, who through her power of Crossroads was able to create a Prophesy, has caused them.
But worry not, child, for your beloved and sweet Chiron are in a realm also created by Lady Hecate and they are safer there than they would be if the defenses of Mount Olympus, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were to merge together. Also, note that Perseus and Chiron are only the first to be taken, not the last.
And finally, will I reside here, in this hearth, so I can keep an eye out for both sides and calm those who are close to the ones suddenly leaving for the other realm. I will also update you all from time to time, but, when I don't, keep on with your lives and know that gone also means safe." And with that does she step back into the fire.

Back in the Dimension
Percy Jackson's POV

"So, we're – safe here?" I ask, slowly putting Riptide back in my pocket as I see the huge portrait vanish into thin air and an elder woman with light brown hair and soft wide eyes steps forward and says: "Yes, you are. And don't worry, we all get quite shocked when we get brought here, but we've learned to accept it."
At this I nod and I ask: "So, who are you all?" And then Chiron shocks me and asks: "And why would Lady Hecate allow for her world of magic to merge with the Divine world? Is this because of Gaia, the Giants and the Titans?" But while this seems to shock everyone around us, does an ethereal voice then start to speak:

"One by One, the Readers Shall Arise.
For one Chapter Read, a new Ally shall Appear.
All seventeen Books must be Read.
Only then may Fate be Finalized for Good.
Only through Reading Can There be Peace.
Only through Reading Can Families Unite.
Only through Peace Can Olympus Remember.
For the Forgotten Ones Deserve to Live."

"Is that – the prophesy Lady Hestia spoke off?" I ask, shocked at hearing a prophesy that didn't come from Rachel and a boy with messy black hair and green eyes that remind me of my own but with more strength hidden behind their gaze says: "Yeah, though some of the lines have become deviated since we finished my first book."
"So some of the books are about you? How many?" I ask and the boy answers: "Seven, there are also five about a boy named Percy Jackson, which I can only assume is you as I was the first arrival too, and five about a group of people called the Heroes of Olympus. Though, personally, I feel most worried for your first book."
And the tone the boy uses at the end worries me as it sounds as if the title has a personal vendetta against him or something and while I can't help but wonder if Thalia won't like hanging with this kid, do I ask: "Why?" And instantly the kid gets me the answer why I wonder this as he answers: "Because someone stole my father's Master Bolt."


Hey everyone,
Okay, so this chapter is actually quite a bit shorter than the last, the meetings between Andy and her patients are a lot shorter and the sentence structure in some parts actually makes me feel pretty stupid, yet I also believe that I have really done my best in expressing how angry and sad Neville and Sirius feel respectively.
Well, next chapter will be the first two chapters of Lightning Thief and I intend to use, at least the first book, to have everyone explain what makes the magical world different from the Divine world and vice versa and then use either Lightning Thief or Chamber of Secrets to lessen these differences little by little.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990