Chapter 4! Whoa!

Also I'm currently high on Elu (if you know by what I mean). I was just listening to Lucas say that she had one extra X chromosome for his taste and I cannot stop laughing!

Two words. Never again.

It stunk. It made the Argo II's flight mode seem like Olympus. It was like being sucked through a pipe. A very thin pipe. He hoped he'd never have to do that again. He'd probably die from suffocation.

As soon as he hit the ground, he fell down on his knees and nearly gagged. After about an eternity, he slowly got back on his feet. He was in an aisle with Dumbledore. They were standing in front of a door. The headmaster slowly pushed the doorknob and walked in. Percy followed him, wondering what they were doing here. He gasped.

The entire room was covered in pink. The chair was pink, the books were pink, the table was pink. Even the rotting flowers had a touch of pink on it. Percy wanted to puke, again. It was as if he had entered the Aphrodite cabin. Scratch that, their cabin is much better looking than this mess. Percy wished he had brought sunglasses.

The son of Poseidon was so shocked that he hadn't noticed a lady sitting behind the table. She was wearing a pink blouse and a cardigan with a pink skirt. She was writing on a paper which was, thankfully, not pink. Percy kept his eyes on that piece of paper. If he saw a bit more of pink his eyes would probably explode. And, was the woman writing with a feather? Had she not heard of an ink pen?

"Hello Dolores," Dumbledore said, moving forward." Am I interrupting anything important?"

"Ah, Dumbledore! To what do I owe this… visit?" the woman, Dolores said looking up from her work.

Percy nearly gasped. The woman looked like a toad, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair and pouchy eyes. If a demigod saw her he or she would have screamed and killed her instantly, mistaking her for a demon. Percy's hand instantly went to his pocket where he kept Riptide.

"I wanted to ask you a favor. Hogwarts is in short of a Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, again. I was hoping that any of the Aurors would be able to fill that post," Dumbledore said, sitting down on one of the chairs in front of him.

"And who is the boy, Dumbledore?" the toad asked, looking at Percy.

"I believe that it is none of your concern Dolores."

"Well, if this boy is in the Ministry of Magic, then it is my concern, Headmaster, as an official of the Ministry to know who he is and what he is doing here in my office."

"He is Perseus Jackson, one of my new students," Dumbledore said. The toad didn't seem to buy it. She looked at him as if he were some sort of dirt on her walls.

"Then why haven't I heard of him?" She said, looking at Dumbledore.

"I said new. He is from America and his mom wanted to give him better magical education. Since she is one of my friends, I suggested sending him to Hogwarts."

"I see. So, Professor, is it necessary for the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to be an Auror? It can be any Ministry official. And recently I was discussing with the Minister about the Hogwarts course. It seems as though there is an influx of lies being promoted in Hogwarts after the Tournament. "

"What kind of lies, Dolores? The fact that Voldemort returned-"

"It is NOT a fact, Dumbledore. It is a lie said by a fifteen-year-old boy who thinks that he needs more attention. Do you honestly believe what that boy said, after bringing back the body of a dead student?"

"I believe Harry Potter. That is all I have to say to this matter. As for the available post in the faculty, I merely believe that an Auror would be capable for the job, since they are highly trained in Defense. If any other official is willing to take the post, I would be happy to oblige."

"Then I am willing to step into the post, Headmaster," Dolores said. Percy almost yelled. The fact that this woman was probably going to teach him scared him. He was about to protest when Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Thank you, Dolores. You will get your official letter in about two days' time. Now that this issue is settled, we will be leaving," Dumbledore said, standing up and motioning for Percy to follow him. They left the office, and the door closed behind them. Percy sighed with relief. He was surprised he managed to stay quiet for that long.

Suddenly, Dumbledore grabbed Percy's hand. Before he even realized what was going on, they disappeared.

"AH!" Percy yelled as he tripped. He was on his knees, hands clutching his stomach and was feeling a little sick.

Dumbledore quickly flicked his wand, and all the lights in the street went out. They were in the middle of a patch of grass on a small square. The surrounding houses looked very old. Some of them had broken window and paint was peeling off the others.

Dumbledore looked down at Percy and smiled. He then extended his hand out to him. Percy paled.

"Oh no, don't you dare try to do that again! I'm never ever – "Percy started, slowly backing away from him.

"I was simply extending my hand to help you up. But if you are fine with lying on the ground and spending the night here, make yourself comfortable," Dumbledore said.

Percy took his hand, mumbling about wizards and their tricks. He stood up, and brushed the dirt from his shirt and jeans. Dumbledore gave him a piece of paper. Percy looked at him in confusion.

"What am I supposed to do with a paper?" Percy said, looking at the said article.

"Read it and memorize it," Dumbledore said. Percy stared at the paper and frowned in concentration. After about five minutes, he gave it back to the Headmaster, who took it and burnt it. Percy looked around at the houses. They were standing right outside number eleven; next to it was number thirteen.

"Is number twelve going to pop out of here when I think about it?" Percy asked, sarcastically. Dumbledore nodded.

"What? I was just kidding!" Percy exclaimed.

"We don't have much time. Think about what you just memorized," Dumbledore said.

Percy closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened his eyes, number twelve stood in front of him, as though it existed the entire time. Percy wondered whether it was a trick of the Mist.

Dumbledore moved forward and opened the door, with Percy right behind. Together they stepped into the hallway. It smelled like the attic where the Oracle used to live. Percy shuddered at the thought. Dumbledore flicked his wand and the door closed behind them. They then walked down the stairs and through another door leading into a room. Percy could hear people talking. He pushed open the door and walked in.

It was much less gloomy than the hall above, with rough stone walls. Most of the light was coming from a large fire at the end of the room. A haze of smoke hung in the air, which made him want to cough. A long wooden table stood in the middle of the room. Percy was so focused on the atmosphere, that he didn't notice the people sitting in there. Most of them were staring at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear. A woman with flaming red hair walked forward. She somehow reminded him of his Mom.

"Dumbledore! Are you staying here for dinner?" She asked.

"I am afraid not, Molly. I have urgent business to attend to. I came to drop young Percy here," Dumbledore said, smiling.

Molly looked at him and smiled. Yep, this woman definitely reminded him of his Mom.

"Hello, dear," She said, "I'm sure you must be starving," Percy nodded at that, "Well, you can go sit with Harry."

Percy looked around the table and found his green-eyed lookalike. He was sitting with a girl with bushy brown hair and opposite a boy with red hair, exactly like Molly's. If Percy had to take a guess, half the kids sitting there looked like Molly's. Percy gave him a lopsided grin and went to sit with him.

"Hey," He said," How was the trip?"

"Horrible," Percy replied," You wizards have very creepy ways of travelling."

"Technically you are a wizard too, you know," The girl sitting next to Harry said, smiling. "I'm Hermione Granger, Harry's friend."

"Percy Jackson."

"Oh, and this is Ron Weasley. You just met his mom, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said. Percy gave him a lopsided grin.

"I'm Fred and he's George," The guy sitting opposite him said," This fool's handsome and smart brothers," George finished, gesturing to Ron. "Would you like a piece of candy?" Fred asked, opening up his palm to revel a yellow colored toffy. Percy would have taken it, but the glint in the twins eyes reminded him of the Stolls.

"I-um…sure," Percy said, taking the candy and put it into his pocket. The twins looked a little disappointed at that. Percy smirked. That candy was definitely a prank.

Suddenly, a plate floated in front of Percy. Since he was used to floating plates in Camp Jupiter, he thankfully did not shriek. He looked across the table to see Mrs. Weasley smiling at him, her wand in her hand.

"Help yourself to anything, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, and then turned around to talk to Lupin.

Percy dug in, grabbing anything and everything he could find. He honestly hadn't eaten anything that day. After the sword fighting lessons he had given to the junior campers, he had rushed home to spend the weekend with his Mom and then the wizards had arrived. Seriously, why were the Fates so hell bent on making his life an utter and complete mess? Wasn't being a son of the Big Three enough?

"Oh my god, you are worse than Ron," Hermione said, looking at him.

"Mmm hunphuy," Percy said.

"What?"

"He said he's hungry," Ron said, before drinking a glass of water.

"And how would you know that?" Hermione asked.

"Takes on to know one," Harry mumbled. Percy snorted while Ron gave his best friend a glare.

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