Lies, Werewolves and Magic

Annabeth's POV

We helped the wobbly and shaken mortals to the big house, while they struggled to comprehend the climbing wall, the Demeter kids growing more ivy on the walls with their hands and the group of Pegasi riders that landed next to the stables. They stuttered and stared, leaving us to practically carry them, but they didn't pass out, and the border hadn't kept them outside, leaving us to wonder what they were.

There were five of them, three gingers, a long, curly dark-haired man, and a light brown-haired man. They sat down on the tattered sofas, looking decidedly more comfortable in the more normal office. They even seemed content with the dozing leopard in the wall.

The light brown-haired man pulled out a piece of salt crusted chocolate into his mouth, despite the fact that if was damp from the sea water they had fallen in.

Me along with the seven stood, murmuring quietly in the corner, and I suspected that the chocolate man could hear us clearly as, he did not move to observe the room as the others did, but simply sat, his ear in our line of sight.

"Who even are they? They shouldn't have been able to get in unless someone invited them, and I don't think Jason was waiting at the border, fifty feet in the sky!" exclaimed Percy, his rich voice rising in volume. The mortals turned, but their faces remained blank. My eyes narrowed. Something was off about them.

"Why isn't the mist working on them?" whispered Leo, his confusion evident as he tinkered with a paper clip from his tool belt.

I turned back to the group, my shoulder barely fitting in between Frank and Piper, the group huddled closely. "They obviously have godly blood or relations, because monsters and mortals can't get in, and even if they were, they'd be mighty uncomfortable without being invited."

The light brown-haired man shifted, his legs pressing together. My eyes narrowed further.

The sound of wheels made all of us turn to the door, which we were effectively blocking with our huddle. Chiron wheeled up, clad in shirt and blanket covering his legs; I believe the human approach was probably much better. Layla came with him, Will Solace's younger sister. As the daughter of Apollo, his children came with varied talents, such as Will's brilliant ability to heal. Layla was good with truths, or lies, whichever way you perceived it.

"Are they okay, Heroes?"

Murmurs of agreement and disagreement rumbled, but I stayed silent.

"Annabeth?"

"I think somethings up with the man nearest to us. The one in a suit, and light brown hair." I mumbled, making sure that even Piper couldn't hear. But Chiron would be able to with his animal hearing. He nodded his head before moving forward. We parted, allowing Chiron through, and followed him to the five seater sofa opposite the mortals. He wheeled up to the side, while Leo sat comfortably on the edge, and myself in he ground in between Percy's feet, next to Chiron. The rest squeezed comfortably into place.

"Might I ask your names?" said Chiron, kindly leaning forward.

The five of them glanced between themselves, before the tall, slightly overweight red-haired man spoke up.

"I am Arthur Weasley, this is my wife, and eldest son." He gestured to the side of him, where a small, plump, similarly haired woman sat. She oozed motherliness, complete with worn olive green sweater, flowery dress and glasses around her neck.

"Molly Weasley."

"Bill."

Chiron nodded, and turned to the other two. "And you two are?"

"Padfoot. Just Padfoot." said the dark haired man. His face was twisted with worry lines, but his eyes crinkled and his hands rubbed together. He looked the troublemaker. Percy legs twitched at my shoulders, and I could feel his unease. The name was clearly an alias - what mother would name their child Padfoot?

"Remus Lupin." said the chocolate man, lastly. His demeanour was quite the opposite of Padfoot's, calm and reserved with a kindly look on his face.

"Umm, can I ask, what is this place? We thought that we were coming to a Camp-Half... Blood?"

Bill spoke up, clearly the youngest of the lot, with ginger hair that reached his shoulders and calloused hands.

"I'm sorry, you must be very confused, I'm Mr Brunner, I lead this camp. It's very unfortunate how you arrived... may I inquire as to why?"

The question was simple enough, but made the mortals stiffen. It reminded me of times when we had to cover up our demogodishness on quests.

Piper obviously thought the same, and spoke up. "Clearly, you lot aren't mortal, so what's your deal?" The statement by itself was rude, but she laced it with a hint of charmspeak, easing the mortals. She had revealed that we weren't of the mortal world, but either her charmspeak covered the shocking news up, or the mortals new of us. Chiron sent her a reprimanding look, but she simply shrugged.

The dispute on whether or not to reveal themselves was lost, the husband and wife looking glum, as Remus spoke.

"We were directed here by a Ms Minerva McGonagall, she said that she was a distant relative. We come in peace, but we are here for a prophecy?" He finished the statement lightly, questioning it more than anything. Like he was undecided between taking it back or continuing.

"Now, I am not sure if you are aware of this, but we have reason to believe that you are involved, Mr Brunner."

And it all clicked. These were the witches and wizards.

Molly, looked nervous as she spoke, turning to Chiron directly as she said, "Can we talk somewhere private? These children don't need to be here, they're not involved."

"I think you'll find, Mrs Weasley, that they are more than entitled to be here." responded Chiron, politely declining her request. She looked affronted at his statement, almost as if it was a phrase she had heard far too often for her own liking.

"You're not mortals." The words flew out of my mouth, and they looked at me confusedly. Of course they wouldn't understand, I hadn't used the right words.

"Or muggles, I mean."

Padfoot sighed. "We were never going to get far with that anyway. The charade is up then. I suppose you lot are all American witches and wizards then?"

We said nothing.

"Of the sort. And you are?" said Frank, looking slightly more sinister than his usual, happy self.

Remus noticed that we avoided the question, but he must have decided to ignore it as he answered.

"Yes, we are."

Layla shifted on her side of the sofa, almost knocking Leo off.

"You're lying. Not quite, but it's not the whole truth." said Layla, brashly.

The groups eyes narrowed, and Padfoot moved slightly, in a more protective manner.

"What are you implying? I know you aren't muggles, but we haven't had anything to drink, and I certainly don't see a bottle of veritaserum in your hands."

I practically felt the seven go through their mental libraries as we gradually understood the term 'veritaserum'. It wasn't hard because it literally translated into 'truth liquid', roughly, in Latin. Layla, however did not know this, but continued on, dismissing the unknown reference.

"I just know that you're not what you say you are. At least not fully, because you're not completely lying." responded Layla, directing her amendment at Remus.

"I'm sorry? You know we've just finished recovering from a war, right? Forgive us if we don't seem too trusting at the moment." said Bill, his voice laced with emotion. I suspected that he had lost someone in their war. Molly rested a hand on his knee, and turned back to us.

"So have we. Two months ago, in fact."

Hazel piped up for the first time, surprising the group. It was more powerful from her, as she was the youngest of us, and the most innocent looking.

The five looked shocked at the revelation.

"You have fought... a war?", questioned Padfoot, his eyes disbelieving.

She nodded.

"We travelled Europe for it, me and Annabeth here fell into hell for it, and got into so much trouble along the way, you would not believe that were sitting here." Percy added, his protectiveness coming out, as his smooth voice filled the room.

The group switched their attention to us two, realising the power we had. I realised that Percy wasn't restraining it anymore and I released my own power signature, helping him. They all shifted uncomfortably as the power sat heavily in the room. They needed to know that we weren't to be messed with. Slowly we reeled it in, and Chiron cleared his throat.

"I suppose some introduction is in order, but I think it would be good if you followed me to the next room. We have an orientation film that would probably explain a lot..."

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The wizards and witch were filled in with our demigodishness, and we remained in the big house explaining our stories, staying in there well beyond dark.

We all warmed up to each other, and discovered that Padfoot's name was actually Sirius Black and Remus was quite ironically a werewolf. Sirius has been wrongfully convicted of murder, which was why he had given us an alias as he was on the run still.

We eventually finished the long introductions and backstories, before it was their turn, and they told us all about their war. Remus and Sirius had both been dead, and had mysteriously come back to life, no doubt through the time Thanatos had been chained. They had had a lot of trouble convincing their previous friends that they weren't imposters, and the Weasleys son had come back with them also, another casualty of war.

Hazel had told them when the two admitted that they had been dead that she too had been an escapee from the Underworld, and they immediately took to her.

They explained that they had heard the prophecy from a 'seer', their equivalent of an Oracle, and had made preparations to leave to find us. McGonagall had realised who we were and told them the address. It turns out that her sister had been a daughter of Athena, and her father had named her Minerva in honour of the woman he could never see again.

They had apparated here, and we determined that the mist had altered their course due to their distant and diluted godly blood confusing it, and they had fallen out of the sky.

The rest of us had never apparated before, and while we knew the theory, none of us were willing to make such a big jump for our first time. We decided that we would take the remodelled Argo II, even though it would take us a few days to get there.

We bid farewell to your new allies, and made them promise not to tell our status; we didn't want to strain any relationships by thrusting new and powerful knowledge in-front of people who had fought a war, they were already not trusting in the first place.

Me and Percy returned to Cabin Three, and packed all our belongings; we would get given other supplies when we needed them, and when we arrived in London, we would need to get wands. Leo asked Hephaestus to transfer the now huge warship form Bunker Nine to the Long Island Sound, it being too big to fit through the entrance.

Meanwhile, we all Iris messaged our parents, informing them of our quest. Everyone had been present for Percy's Iris message, as Sally had become a mother to all of us, and we had spent a good week with the Blofis's after the war.

She cried and wished us the best journey possible, and almost cursed the fates if they even dared to disturb us, but we convinced her not to.

"Make sure that you message us at least once a fortnight, Percy. I am not losing you again."

"Yes, mom." replied Percy, his voice somber. "I'll miss you."

"Oh I'll miss you too, Percy." said Sally, grasping her hands together on her lap as she sat on the couch in the image.

"Bye, mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Percy." She smiled wistfully.

"Bye, Sally! Love you!" shouted everyone else, and she smiled and gave them all goodbyes. She then cut through the message.

We all slumped back in our plush seats in the mess hall of the Argo II, already a hundred feet in the air, smoothly making our way across the Pacific.

We were in for a bumpy ride.

-These chapters are to make up for the time I've missed. I hope you enjoyed it!