Disclaimer: I do not own any Percy Jackson storylines and characters, nor any Harry Potter characters. The only thing I own is this story plot. Everything else belongs to Rick Riordan and J. K. Rowling.


"Start talking you two."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. "You're better at explaining things," Harry pointed out.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'm pretty sure those three old ladies that Percy described are called the Fates," Hermione explained. "They're from Greek Mythology."

"The Fates?" George asked

"What do they do exactly?" Fred tacked on.

Hermione glanced at Harry with a brow raised. "Your turn Harry."

Harry groaned. "Alright, fine," he said mutinously.

Snape leaned forward a little, interested in how Potter, the boy who always seemed to not care about his grades, explains something the rest of them don't know about.

"The Fates are three ladies who track someone's life span," Harry explained. "I can't remember their individual names, but they each have a different task; one makes the thread of someone's life, one measures how long it's supposed to be, and the last one cuts it." He looked over at Hermione. "I'm not wrong, am I?"

Hermione, who happened to be beaming, shook her head. "That was brilliant Harry!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him and crushed him in a hug.

Snape sat back in shock. 'Since when did Potter know things that intricate?'

Ron forced down his jealousy at seeing his two best friends together. And then had to wonder why he was jealous in the first place.

"So those three old ladies Percy saw were these people called the Fates?" Ginny questioned.

"I'm not sure," Hermione said as she let Harry go. "They're supposed to be myths after all. I don't know why they were old though, in the myths they were regular-aged women."

"Hold on a second," Remus interrupted. "What did you mean when you said one of them 'makes the thread of someone's life'?"

Harry shrugged. "Exactly what I said," he answered. "She spins a thread that's supposed to represent someone's life."

"So there are three women," Neville said. "One creates a thread that represents a person's life, another measures how long that person is supposed to live, and the last one cuts the thread. What does cutting it mean?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances...again. "Well, that's what makes it so chilling," Hermione said nervously. "When the last woman cuts the thread, it means that person is going to die."

There was a pregnant pause after Hermione uttered those last six words. Tension started mounting again inside the room.

"But Percy saw them," Molly said nervously. "Does that mean it was his life thread they were cutting?"

"Maybe so," Luna said thoughtfully. "Grover saw them too, and he was freaked out. He probably thinks Percy is going to die and wants to protect him. That why he made him promise."

Ron looked confused. "But you guys are saying these ladies come from Greek Myths. Doesn't that mean they're not real?"

"Well, maybe there's some kind of magic bringing myths to life?" Hermione suggested weakly.

"But Professor Dumbledore said that these people aren't wizards," Harry argued.

"It could be something that's still magical but not a witch or wizard," Ginny piped up.

"I don't know," Remus said slowly. "We're missing something."

"Headmaster?" Molly spoke up. "Anything you can say to all of this?"

Dumbledore shook his head, but there was still a twinkle in his eyes. "Like I said Molly, to know the answer we need-"

"-to keep reading the books," the teens finished with various scowls on their faces, even Luna.

"I'll read," Harry volunteered, ignoring the looks from mostly everyone as his words. Neville slid the book across the table and he picked it up. Turning to the correct chapter, he read, "Grover Unexpectedly Loses His Pants."

The twins started snickering. "Oh Grover, how can you be so shameful."

"There were probably children with fragile dreams around-"

"-and maybe even some old ladies with innocent eyes."

Molly scolded them again as everyone (sans Dumbledore and Snape) laughed at their antics.

Confession time...the bus terminal.

Fred, Neville, Luna, and Harry began grinning at George, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. "Looks like we win," Fred said smugly.

George scowled at his twin as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked mutinous. "We'll pay you guys when we get out of here."

The others agree but the smirks on their faces told them they wouldn't forget…not at all.

I know, I know... have to be sixth grade?"

"Okay, if Grover was going that, I'd ditch him too," Ron admitted to the shock of his mother.

Whenever he got upset...and caught the first taxi uptown.

"East...told the driver.

The twins got mischievous grins upon their faces. "We have an address," they whispered conspiratorially.

A word about my mother...the rottenness luck.

Hermione, Ron, and Ginny nodded wholeheartedly, thinking about Harry and all the things he had gone through, despite how kind and caring he is.

Molly teared up slightly, thinking about her brothers who died before their time.

Dumbledore thought about all of his friends who died in the first war against Voldemort.

Neville thought about his parents who were tortured into insanity and Luna thought about her mum.

Harry, Snape, and Remus got pangs of grief in their chests, thinking about James and Lily Potter and Sirius Black. Snape, however, was just thinking about Lily.

Her own parents died in a plane crash...she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

Molly sighed. "She had a rough life, but it seems from the way Percy talks about her that she's a good mother," she said. "She has my respect."

Everyone else nodded in agreement, even Snape who was thinking about his own mother.

The only good break she ever got was meeting my dad.

I don't have any memories of him,...because it makes her sad.

See, they weren't married...and he never came back.

Lost at sea...Lost at sea.

"Doesn't that mean the same thing?" Ginny asked. "Being lost at sea means dead right?"

"Not necessarily," Hermione shook her head. "He could be marooned on an island somewhere and not have a way to contact anyone or get home."

Remus frowned to himself but didn't say anything.

Snape had a thoughtful look on his face as he thought about the last sentence Harry read.

She worked odd jobs...I wasn't an easy kid.

"Bloody hell," Fred breathed out in shock.

"His mother never yelled at him," George said in the same tone as his brother.

"Or got mad," Ron added in awe.

"The woman has patience," Harry said as he exchanged grins with Hermione.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano...true colors as a world-class jerk.

Everyone narrowed their eyes at the words Harry read out. "I don't like the looks of him," Harry stated with a scowl.

When I was young... moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Ginny, Luna, Hermione, and Molly all looked green and were holding hands over their mouths. "There's a bathroom through the door next to the fireplace," Dumbledore said helpfully.

The women wasted no time in hurrying through the door and emptying the contents of their stomach into the toilets in the stalls.

The men in the room, although they had better gag reflexes, weren't looking so good either. "I've never encountered someone who smelled so bad," Remus said in disgust. And coming from him, who has an enhanced sense of smell, that was saying something.

Snape nodded in agreement. Not even his father smelled like that, it was mostly beer.

The girls and Molly returned to their seats a moment later, their faces pale. "What in the name of Merlin is Percy's mother doing being married to that...to that...I don't even know what to call him!" Molly exclaimed.

"Especially if she has a son," Hermione nodded in agreement, her arms folding under her chest.

"Well...maybe there's a reason?" Neville suggested with a questioning lilt in his voice.

"Let's just keeping reading," Snape said sourly, speaking up after so long.

No one disagreed with him.

Between the two of us...well, when I got home is a good example.

"I don't like the sound of that," Molly said nervously.

I walked into our little apartment...Chips and beer cans were strewn all over the carpet.

The people closest to Molly Weasley began inching away from her trembling form.

Hardly looking up...So, you're home."

"Where's my mom?"

"Working...got any cash?"

"WHAT!?" Molly yelled as she leaped to her feet. "THAT DIRTY, NO-GOOD, SELFISH, SHITE-EATING, BASTARD, EXPECTS PERCY TO GIVE HIM, THE ADULT, MONEY!? HOW DARE HE TRY AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A CHILD LIKE THAT!? IF I EVER SEE THAT SCOUNDREL, I'LL SEND HIM TO BELLATRIX LESTRANGE MYSELF!"

Ron, Ginny, and the twins clutched the person closest to them in fear. Just because they were used to their mother's temper doesn't make it any less terrifying.

Neville was hugging Luna tightly, a slightly terrified look upon his face.

Remus and Snape were both looking at Molly in surprise and slight respect.

Molly breathed deeply through her nose as she tried to calm herself down. After a moment, she regained her decorum and sat back down. "Please, continue reading Harry dear," she said in a normal tone.

Harry was only too happy to comply.

That was it...been in the last six months?

"I wonder what would've happened if he'd actually said all of those things?" Luna said thoughtfully.

Gabe had put on weight...made him handsome or something.

He managed the Electronics Mega-Mart in Queens...beer, of course. Always beer.

Harry and Snape both flinched, thinking about their respective male guardian. They liked their beers too. Hermione and Ron noticed them, and while they knew why Harry flinched since he told them everything last year, they didn't know why Snape flinched too.

Whenever I was home...he would punch my lights out.

"What?" Molly asked quietly, her eyes darkening in fury.

She wasn't the only one. Remus looked seconds away from transforming into a werewolf, Ginny and Luna were both twirling their wands in a threatening manner, Neville had an uncharacteristically sour look on his face, Hermione was vibrating in her seat in anger, and even Ron had a look of anger upon his face.

The twins had dark looks on their normally grinning faces, Dumbledore was giving a sad frown towards the book in Harry's hands and even Snape had a more frightening-than-usual scowl upon his face.

Harry's hands were clutching the book so hard his knuckles were white and he had to physically keep himself from tearing the book in two.

"That man was going to physically abuse Percy if he told his mother about giving his stepfather money?" Molly asked Dumbledore, her tone still quiet.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but his silence was answer enough.

Molly breathed harshly through her nose. "Gifted wrapped," she muttered. "Sending him to that crazy bitch gift-wrapped. He'll even have a bow on his hairless head."

There was a moment of silence as everyone fought to control their tempers.

"I don't have...I told him.

He raised...eyebrow.

All the girls shuddered.

Gabe could sniff out...smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi...Am I right, Eddie?"

Molly began muttering under her breath again and the other adults got angry looks on their faces as well.

Eddie, the super of the apartment building...The kid just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeated.

Eddie scowled...passed gas in harmony.

Everyone threw up in their mouth.

"Fine," I said...I hope you lose."

"Your report card...act so snooty!"

"Oh please," Hermione snapped. "I bet he failed every one of his own classes!"

"Should we tell her she's talking to a book?" Ron whispered to Harry.

"Do you want to interrupt that?" Harry asked, gesturing towards Hermione as she ranted.

Ron shook his head. "Nah, I want to live a little longer."

I slammed the door...cologne and cigars and stale beer.

"Again, I ask, why is Percy's mother married to that thing!?" Molly fumed.

I dropped my suitcase...Home sweet home.

Gabe's smell was...shears snipping the yarn.

"Bloody hell," Ron said in disgust. "That bloke must really stink."

Everyone, even Snape, nodded in agreement

But as soon...growing long, horrible talons.

Then I heard...Percy?"

She opened...my fears melted.

My mother can...none of the bad.

Harry's throat tightened as he read that particular part, his eyes misting slightly. He wished his mother was still alive so he could feel all of those things.

Ron and Hermione both gripped his arm in a show of support and Ginny got up to hug him silently. Harry smiled at them as Ginny went sit back down. Neville, Luna, and the twins all smiled at him while Molly and Remus were staring at the tabletop in reminisce.

I've never heard...anyone, not even Gabe.

"Again, I say, she has patience," Harry said with a grin as he exchanged glances with Hermione.

"Oh, Percy...grown since Christmas!"

Her red-white-and-blue...she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central.

As if on cue, all of the boys' stomachs growled in unison. "I'm hungry," Ron complained, Neville nodded in agreement.

"We'll eat after this chapter," Dumbledore imputed gently.

She'd brought me...when I came home.

"Lucky!" Fred whined with George nodding vehemently next to him.

We sat together on the...her little boy doing alright?

I told her she was smothering me...really glad to see her.

'Tell her everything mate. You don't know how good you have it,' Harry thought morosely.

From the other room...some bean dip, huh?"

I gritted my teeth.

So did everyone in the room.

My mom...not some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake...Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly didn't seem so bad.

Harry blinked and turned to look at his fellow Gryffindors and Luna. "If I ever start saying I miss Malfoy, punched me in the face," he said seriously.

Ron and Neville nodded just as seriously while Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. Luna merely smiled while the twins snickered to themselves.

Until that trip to the museum…

"What?...something scare you?"

"No, mom."

"He shouldn't lie to his mother," Molly insisted.

"But mum-"

"-he was probably afraid-"

"-that she wouldn't believe him-"

"-and just dismiss it," the twins finished as they looked at their mother.

She looked pensive but didn't say anything else.

I felt bad...thought it would sound stupid.

She pursued her lips...didn't push me.

"I have a surprise...to the beach."

My eyes..."Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?"

She smiled...changed."

I couldn't believe...wasn't enough money.

"Probably spent it all himself," Snape said darkly.

Harry looked over at him discreetly, his gaze calculating.

Gabe appeared...Didn't you hear me?"

I wanted to punch him...Then we would get out of here.

"I was on my way...about the trip."

Gabe's eyes...serious about that?"

"I knew it...won't let us go."

"Oh, he better," Molly said in a dangerous tone.

"Of course he will...Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

"She's bribing him," Remus pointed out with a frown.

"A mother shouldn't have to resort to bribery to spend time with their child," Hermione said vehemently. "It's her right!"

Molly, Ginny, and Luna were nodding in fierce agreement.

"Women are scary," Ron muttered to Harry, who had to cough to cover a laugh.

Gabe softened a bit...clothes budget, right?"

The men were slowly scooching away from the seething females.

"Yes honey...mother said.

"And you...but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratched his double chin...apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you...sing soprano for a week.

"DO IT!" Everyone chanted, especially the women, and even Snape was muttering it under his breath.

But my mom's eyes... make him mad.

Why did she...what he thought?

"That's what we'd like to know," Ginny said.

"I'm sorry...go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrowed...sarcasm in my statement.

"Yeah...decided.

"He actually believed that?" Luna asked aghast, her Ravenclaw side showing through.

He went...his game.

"Thank you, Percy...forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment...an odd chill on the air.

"She knows," Neville spoke up. "Percy's mom knows what's going on."

"But if she knows what's going on then how come she isn't saying anything?" Ron asked.

No one answered.

But then her smile...Gabe his seven-layer dip.

An hour...to leave.

Gabe took a break...my mom's bags to the car.

"He couldn't help?" Molly asked icily.

He kept gripping and groaning...his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch...little scratch."

"Oh please," Hermione rolled her eyes. "In the muggle world, you can't drive without a license, and I highly doubt Percy will be the one driving. He's too young."

Like I'd...was twelve.

A blush crossed Hermione's face as everyone either smiled or laughed at her.

Well, everyone except Snape, that is. He merely rolled his eyes.

But that didn't matter...a way to blame me.

Watching him lumber back...and sent him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

Snape frowned. "That sounds a bit like wandless magic," he said thoughtfully, not realizing that he said his thought aloud.

Remus nodded. "Yes, I see your point."

Snape shot him a look but remained silent.

"If Professor Dumbledore said these people aren't wizards or witches," Neville said, "then what did Percy just do?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm not sure," she said slowly.

Luna was gazing at the book in Harry's hands with a speculative look on her face.

Maybe it was just the wind...stay long enough to find out.

Fred and George nodded. "That's good, get away from the scene of the crime. They can't blame you if you're not there."

Molly looked at them crossly. "As soon as all of the books are read, we're going to have a talk," she said as the other teens laughed and giggled at the twins' earlier antics.

I got in...step on it.

Our rental cabin...spiders in the cabinets,

Ron shuddered.

and most of the time...cold to swim in.

Ginny frowned slightly. "I thought he like going there."

I loved the place.

"Nevermind."

We'd been going to...the place where she'd met my dad.

Hermione smiled. "Aw, that's actually really sweet," she said softly, Molly, Luna, and Ginny nodding in agreement.

"Women," George muttered to Fred.

As we got closer...the color of the sea.

We got there...my mom had brought from work.

"What's with all the blue food?" Ron frowned.

I guess...the blue food.

Ron groaned and placed his head in his hands. "Not. One. Word," he warned.

The twins, who had opened their mouths to comment, decided to remain silent.

This time.

See, Gabe had once told my mom...have a rebellious streak, like me.

"And like you, Harry," Hermione pointed out.

"I do not!" Harry protested.

"You actually do, mate," Ron said with a grin.

"Oh, come on!"

"They are kind of right Harry," Neville said quietly but with a smile in his face.

Harry gasped dramatically. "Et Tu, Neville?" he said with a hand over his heart.

Hermione giggled at the muggle phrase while everyone else looked confused.

Everyone except Snape. He was staring at Harry in slight shock, his eyes only slightly wider than normal. 'He knows that phrase?' he thought in shock.

When it got dark...to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, I got up the nerve...but I never got tired of hearing them.

Harry sagged slightly in his chair. He wished there were people he could talk to about his parents. He'd give anything to know more about them.

Right now, the only things he knows about his father is that he was good at quidditch and transfiguration, and he looks almost exactly like him.

And all he knows about his mother is that she had green eyes like him, had red hair, and was good at potions.

He doesn't know their personalities at all.

"He was kind...and his green eyes."

"Wow," Ron said. "Percy seems to look a lot like you, Harry."

Harry frowned. 'So not only do we look the same, but we had similar upbringings, and Dumbledore said that he was even a part of a prophecy,' he thought. 'That is actually...really, really creepy.'

Mom fished a blue...would be so proud."

I wondered how...sixth time in six years.

"How old...when he left?"

She watched the...beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew me as a baby."

"No, honey. He...leave before you were born."

Harry scowled. "So in other words, he abandoned Percy and his mother."

"Harry, don't think like that," Remus said soothingly. "Percy's mom said he was important right? Maybe he had something he had to do, so he was on his way to go do it."

"But he never came back."

"Mrs. Jackson said he was lost at sea," Hermione joined the conversation. "That means he was...incapacitated before he could come back."

Harry's scowl deepened but he didn't say anything else on the matter.

I tried to square...A warm glow. A smile.

Luna frowned. "If Sally said that he had to leave before he was born, then what is he remembering if it's not his father?"

"Could be wishful thinking," Ginny suggested.

Hermione shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "If it was wishful thinking, then he'd have clearer images in his head."

"So then...who is he remembering?"

No one had an answer.

I had always assumed ...he'd never even seen me…

I felt angry...stuck with Smelly Gabe.

"Are you going...another boarding school?"

She pulled...the fire.

"I don't know, honey...have to do something."

"Because you...me around?"

Harry hastily read on as Molly opened her mouth.

I regretted...were out.

My mom's eyes...I have to send you away."

Her words reminded...best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I said.

"You say that...you'd finally be safe."

"Safe? Safe from what?" Neville asked.

"Safe from what?"

Neville groaned. "Look what you've done Ron," he said. "You now got me doing it."

"Oi!"

She met my eyes...which I'd tried to forget.

During third grade...right in the middle of his head.

Harry blinked. "Cyclops?" he asked as he turned to Hermione.

She nodded. "Uh huh."

"What's a Cyclops?" Ginny asked curiously.

"It's a monster from Greek Mythology."

"Another thing from Greek mythology," Snape muttered to himself.

Before that - a really early memory...strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

Hermione frowned. "What's wrong Hermione?" Luna asked, noticing her change in attitude.

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just...what he said he did, sounds really familiar."

"Familiar how?" Remus asked.

"I don't know, I can't remember."

"I hoped Sally tore into those people for allowing a dangerous snake near her son," Molly sniffed.

In every single school...and I was forced to move.

"That sounds like someone is trying to get to Percy," Harry said thoughtfully.

"I guess it's possible," Hermione said.

I knew I should tell my mom... and I didn't want that.

"I would think that his safety would be more important than a trip to the beach," Molly imputed.

"I understand where he's coming from," Harry defended him. "He doesn't get to have a lot of time with his mum."

Neville looked over at Harry, understanding where he was coming from. He wishes he could've spent more time with his parents when they still had their memories intact.

"I've tried to keep you…I just can't stand to do it."

"It sounds like the mother is the muggle and the father is the…other," Snape interjected.

"My father...special school?"

"Not a school...A summer camp."

"A summer camp?" Fred asked.

"How will a summer camp help Percy out?" George tacked on.

"Let's just keep reading," Remus said.

My head was spinning..why hadn't she ever mentioned it before?

"I'm sorry, Percy...mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good? But if it's only a summer camp…"

She turned towards the fire...more questions she would start to cry.

"Women and their tears," Ron said haughtily. "How come men can't get away with stuff if we cry?"

"Because when we cry, it makes us seem like sad but adorable puppies," Ginny explained. "But when men cry, most of the time it just looks pathetic…most of the time. Some guys can pull it off."

That night I had a vivid dream...the edge of the surf.

"That's a weird dream."

The eagle swooped down...goading the animals to fight harder.

"This is just a dream right?" Neville asked nervously.

I ran toward them...beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I screamed, No!

Tension started mounting in the room.

I woke with a start.

Outside, it really was storming...and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

"Really not good," Ron said nervously.

With the next thunderclap...said, "Hurricane."

I knew that was crazy...seemed to have forgotten.

The twins shook their heads in disappointment. "How could you have forgotten?"

The others, sans Snape, chuckled at that, the tension dissipating a little.

Over the roar...stand on end.

The tension was back.

Then a much closer noise...yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother sprang...threw open the lock.

Grover stood framed…he wasn't exactly Grover.

'What does he mean by that?' Was pretty much everyone's thoughts.

Well, everyone except Dumbledore.

"Searching all night...were you thinking?"

My mother looked...why he'd come.

"Percy," she said...What didn't you tell me?"

"Everything."

I was frozen...what I was seeing.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!"

"Bless you."

Harry glared lightly over at Ron. "That's what Grover said."

"Oh."

Grover yelled...tell her?"

"What's right behind him?" Molly asked worriedly.

I was too...understood him perfectly.

'More mentions of Greek culture,' Snape thought to himself.

I was too shocked…where his legs should be…

"What? What is it? I'm dying over here," Ron complained.

Hermione bopped him on the head. "If you'd stop interrupting," she said crossly over his cry of pain, "then we'd get to the end even faster."

Harry coughed to cover up his laugh.

My mom looked..."Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammered something...deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabbed her purse...Both of you. Go!"

Grover ran for the Camaro...fast and still limp when he walked.

Because where his feet...cloven hooves.

Harry closed the book and placed it on the table.

Everyone had shocked looks upon their faces, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

"Okay," Remus said slowly. "Should we talk about what we just read?"