And so, the sequel is here! I honestly thought it'd take longer to get Sword and Wand done and get to the sequel, let alone get a decent amount of favorites and follows. Enough of this, let's get started!

Song of the Chapter: Next Up Forever by AJR (bit inappropriate, but it works)

Percy

You couldn't see the stars too much in New York.

There were always lights and commotion, which distracted you too much. But at the window of Percy Jackson's apartment, you could see them perfectly fine.

Sometimes that wasn't the best thing.

He was looking at the stars the week before his second year at Hogwarts started, looking a t the constellations when he came across what was at the same time his favorite and least favorite.

The Huntress.

He loved it because it was his friend, Zoë Nightshade, and she loved the stars so much, it was great to see her among them.

He hated it because it was the reminder of another friend he could have saved.

Ever since the end of his first year at Hogwarts, when he was having a good life again, he saw them everywhere. He never wanted his friends to go, but now they weren't leaving him when they were supposed to. At camp, he wasn't teaching as well as he used to. When a girl used a knife, he saw Annabeth. When someone shot an arrow, he saw Michael.

And now a new face joined them all. Sirius Black.

Harry was happy spending the summer with him, but he always seemed different. More unhappy then he was the year before. Percy couldn't blame him, but he just felt a bit more … insignificant when he failed to cheer Harry up. He was his friend and was supposed to do that, but Harry was making it hard.

He didn't hear too much from his other friends from Hogwarts, either. Ron wrote quite a bit. He hadn't written to Hermione, though. What would he say? Things were a bit awkward between them after school ended. They were still friends, and treated each other the same way, but it always felt like an act. Like it wasn't real.

Also, owls hated him. He might write the message, but pretty much all owls would scratch and peck him to death before they delivered it.

He sighed. The next year at Hogwarts would be just as crazy as the last, if not more.

He realized something was poking him. He looked over. It was Estelle.

"Hey, Estelle," he said, picking her up, "what do you need?"

"Bercy!" she said happily, drooling a lot.

Then he smelled something as he held her closer. He sniffed more and nearly threw up.

"Yeah," he said weakly, "you might need mom for that."

She looked up at him. "Mi'ake."

He smiled. She had learned the word when Percy told his mom once that him throwing out his math books had been a mistake. Then his mom threw her hands up in the air and said "Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes! You make a lot of mistakes, mister," to which Estelle said "Mi'ake."

"Well," he said, looking for something to plug his nose with, "we all make mistakes, Estelle." he found a clothespin and put on his nose. "I just wonder if I made one."

She tried pulling off his clothespin, saying "Yeh!"

He smiled. She could actually be answering his question, or she could just be using all of the words she knew. He wasn't even sure if she knew "no." The best she could manage was "oh."

He picked her up and took her to his mom.

"Hey, mom, you might want to deal with this," he said, handing her to her, "you might need this." He took off the clothespin and handed it to her.

"Percy," she said, giving it back, "I have my own, and you shouldn't share things that were in your nose. For all you know, a pandemic could happen."

"Oh, come on, you really think a pandemic will happen from something like that?"

"You never know. Also, where's Harry?"

Percy gestured over to his room. "Asleep."

She nodded and then took Estelle away to get changed.

He went back to his room wondering if Estelle was right (even if she hadn't meant to be) and he'd made a mistake by rejecting his and Hermione's feelings.

"What's up?" Harry was awake.

"When'd you wake up?" Percy asked. Harry was very subtle and quiet thanks to when he was at the Dursley's.

He pointed to where Estelle was getting changed. "Your sister doesn't like getting changed."

"Oh, yeah," Percy said.

"So, what's up?"

"Nothing."

"You're going to have to do better than that.

Percy sighed. "I told you, it's nothing."

He was quiet for a moment before he asked "Is it something to do with Hermione?"

At this, Percy slightly jumped. Did he see what happened that day?

"No, why would you think that?"

Harry pointed at his owl. "Hedwig delivers the mail. I've noticed you two aren't writing to each other."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"You two were great friends last year, so why wouldn't you write? I also noticed you two were weird to each other on the way home on the train."

Percy paused. "That too means nothing."

"And it started after your last meeting by the lake."

"Okay, you need to pay attention less."

Harry smirked. "So I'm right."

Percy hesitated. "We kissed Harry. I was fine with it, and wouldn't mind being like that, but I'm … me."

"Being you is a problem?" Harry asked, not seeming surprised at all finding out they had kissed.

"No, it's the target I would put on her back. My last girlfriend is in the Underworld now. I don't want to go through that again."

"But is it what you want?"

"No, but I have to. Also, when did you become the relationship guru?"

"I guess never, since you're asking, but while I may not be a relationship guru, I still think you should consider you and Hermione's feelings in this."

Percy was quiet. "Time for bed, Harry."

"No. I'm packing."

"For what?"

"Something."

"Whatever," Percy flopped back onto his bed and went to sleep.

Later that night, he was woken up by someone knocking on the door.

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Predictive text adventure! Return of the Phoenix opera house!

My mom is a possibility that I can see a lot of things that are philosophical about the prophecy of the Phoenix opera house is the only thing he has ever seen in the air and the original one is the only thing he has ever seen in the world. Had to get rid of air, jeez.

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