A/N hey peeps.
This has been the first full week after the holidays and I'm glad it's over even though a next one starts tomorrow, which I'm not so glad about but oh well, it'll happen anyway, even though I wish it didn't.
For English we have to write this Science-Fiction story, and at first I was like, 'oh cool, finally something I'm pretty good at.' And all happy about it, then I ask my professor the word limit and he's like, '400 is the minimum' okay... 'and 1,000 is the maximum'. And I was just there like, are you kidding me?
Ive already written 600 of those 1,000 and I have no idea how to wrap it all up, and I'm gonna fail that... your fault sir, so disappointed... so disappointed... *shakes lowered head with pursed lips*
Anyways! On a happier note, let's enjoy this awesomely awful chapter I'm about to send your way.
Enjoy...
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"Mr. Jackson?" A voice called from behind him.
Percy dropped his fork next to his plate gave a confused look to all his friends and turned around to meet whoever it was that called his name.
He met the old and wise Dumbledore. "Sir?" He asked. "What is it?" The look that the old wizard was giving him gave him a bad feeling.
"I'd like to have a word with you." He said motioning to the exit. "If you may..."
Percy turned around and gave a fake smile to his friends before standing up and walking outside of the great hall.
"My office." Dumbledore said, walking ahead of him.
"No." Percy said stubbornly. "If you want to talk we do it here."
The wise wizard raised his eyebrows and there was the twinkling in his eyes again. "Okay." He said, walking back to the demigod.
The son of Poseidon crossed his arms. "What is it?" He wanted to be more rude but he opted against it.
Dumbledore chuckled lightly and stroked his long white beard. "You see," he started, "Thanks to your friend, Piper is it? We are short of a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
Percy glared at the professor before he had even finished, anticipating what he was going to ask. "And...?"
"Well, seeing that you-"
"No!" Percy interrupted. "I don't know what you were going to say, but if it's somehow even related to me teaching, then the answer is already a no."
Dumbledore looked disappointed. "And why not?" He asked nicely and slowly.
Percy shook his head. "I'm done." He said. "I'll fight, but I am not teaching kids how to fight so that they can get themselves killed!" He finished with a much louder tone. "I'm not doing that again. I'm done leading kids into battle and watching them die."
"So you'd rather they go into battle inexperienced?" Dumbledore wisely asked.
The son of Poseidon leaned on the wall with the top of his forehead. "Ask Jason, or Frank, or any of the others. Just, please don't ask me." He said in a quiet voice, barely audible.
Dumbledore put a comforting hand on Percy's shoulder. "If I ask any of the other demigods they won't learn as much. They know you, they trust you, you're their friend-"
"Then ask Thalia! Or Nico." Percy interrupted as he turned around, melancholy in his eyes.
The wise old wizard looked at the demigod with care. "The huntress despises boys, they'll learn noting, and the son of Hades... isn't really a social guy and I doubt that he would fit the role well." He said softly. "Then Ms. Chase is... absent-" Percy slid down on the wall and buried his head in his hands. "So that leads me to you. A hero, a fighter... a leader."
The son of Poseidon didn't budge and Dumbledore continued. "Plus, I doubt that anyone else would fit in the role as well as you do. You say your flaw is loyalty, then how come you're ready to send them into a fight without having trained, knowing you could have-"
"Stop." Percy said looking at Dumbledore pleadingly. "Please, just stop! I get it, I'll do it, I'll teach those stupid lessons, but please just stop!"
Dumbledore looked saddened by the tone and extended a hand to help him up. Percy completely ignore the hand and pushed himself to his feet and then held his head low. Dumbledore knew he had gone over the limit and that he had pushed the son of Poseidon a little too much, but victory doesn't come without sacrifices.
-.-
Dumbledore and Percy silently walked towards the head table in the great hall. The demigod hung his head low, like a battered dog, a look which didn't look good on him. When the demigods first saw him they sent him questioning glances but he ignored them until the two had reached the head table.
The great wise old wizard clapped his hands and every head in the great hall turned to look at him, he walked to the owl-book thing.
"As you all may have heard yesterday night after the battle," Dumbledore started. "Our dear professor Umbridge has taken her leave therefore we are left with no Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for the rest of the year-"
Whispers immediately broke out and this time, Jason looked at Percy with a smug smile, knowing what Dumbledore was saying.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and the hall became quiet again. "Therefore we are indeed in need of a new professor." He said. "Seeing as how we're battling against mythological creatures, my staff and I have come to the conclusion that having an experienced demigod lead those lessons could be most useful. All of you here today know of Percy Jackson standing behind me, and although he's just seventeen, I'm going to ask you to show your upmost respect towards him as he will be leading the DADA lessons. He may ask help from his fellow demigods but that's up to him."
He then quieted down and looked straight in the eyes of a select few. "He's going to teach you how to survive and I'm asking you to do everything he says during the classes he'll teach. Be as responsible as you can be because this isn't time to play around anymore."
"Why him?" Draco asked from his table. "Why not one of the others?" He gestured to the new comers.
Frank stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "Because that's how it is." He said. "He knows what we're facing way better than any other. Plus, he's done this already, many times... he's our best bet."
Thalia herself stood up from the makeshift table the hunters had. "Now," she said all innocent. "I'm never one to say this, especially to a boy. But my cousin is a special case. And believe me when I tell you that if it's not him we're already dead. He's our leader on this." She said turning to look at Percy with a warm smile before sitting back down, next to Phoebe.
He nodded silently and looked back at Draco who had a smug look although he looked bested.
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Percy silently followed Dumbledore into his office, Minerva and Snape followed them.
Albus handed a piece of paper to the demigod. "That's your schedule." He told him. "From Monday to Friday. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask either Minerva, Snape or myself. Your classroom is the one Doloreshad been using although it'll be changed to suit your needs."
Dumbledore continued on talking about his teaching, but most words weren't acknowledged in Percy's brain. He quietly sat on the chair and stared at the older man. Sometimes his eyes flickering upwards towards the direction of the infirmary where Annabeth lay unconscious, still having not woken up.
At a certain point Dumbledore stopped talking to him and started to talking to Snape, about something to do with Harry and Voldemort not penetrating his mind. Over the course of the previous months Percy's thoughts had only been on how the war was going to happen that he had let all the gossip and just everything that happened to he golden trio unacknowledged from his brain.
It was only now, as he got the line of the argument, that he started to realise that the wizard was in some deep dung. Having the dark lord frequently invade his dreams and make him see things he wasn't supposed to. Apparently Snape had been giving him lessons on how to keep him out.
Percy chuckled at that. Maybe he should get those lessons as well, so maybe, then Voldemort would stop whispering nasty things into his head, or overall being able to come in his head to annoy the demigod to death.
The three professors stared at the demigod who was sitting on the chair unmoving, silently staring at the wall ahead of him with a grin on his face, but his eyes told different, they were full of melancholy, which worried both professors but not so much the headmaster.
"Perseus." Minerva tried and the response was Percy jumping to his feet with a pen in his hands. Not a pen, Riptide.
He sighed and put the pen away when he realised who it had been. "Im sorry." He apologised as a shaking hand ran through his hair.
"No need to be sorry." She said slight preoccupation in her voice. "But did you understand what's going on?"
He stared ta her for ten long seconds before slowly nodding his head. "Yes." He said with another sigh.
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A/N yey. This took a while to get out, it actually took me an hour to write the first part and then about two days to think how to add to it and then well, another hour or less to finish it off which really stressed me out because it was a few minutes ago, but that's okay.
I have a sequence to this in my head, wether it makes sense so far, I'm not so sure but I am trying my best and I do hope you enjoyed this chappie. If you didn't, I'm sorry I guess.
Hunter out