Hermione silently sat on her favorite chair in the Gryffindor common room, tears still tracing their way through her cheeks.

She had been having random bouts of tears throughout the past week. Unlike what most people had thought, these were not a result of the numerous Crucios inflicted on her, due to her Muggle heritage, but were due to the fact that Harry wasn't here.

Ron was trying to comfort her, but she shut him out, still crying. After all, it was ironic that the very person who had caused Harry to leave was now trying to comfort her for his absence. Still crying, she got up from the couch and left to the girl's dormitories.

There she met Ginny, and she put an arm around Hermione's shoulders. She had also shared in her grief, since she loved Harry and still thought of him as her boyfriend. Hermione loved Harry too, but unlike what Rita Skeeter's articles said, she only thought of him as a brother.

Despite the circumstances, she smiled. It would be really awkward if she and Ginny were both fighting over Harry. Not to mention the fact that someone would end up being hurt.

Hermione calmed herself down, and then went to the Great Hall for dinner. She ate silently, shoveling the food in and leaving as quickly as possible to avoid everyone.

When she reached her dormitory, she wondered what Harry was going through now. Was he searching for Horcruxes? Dueling Voldemort? Was he trying to get back to them? Was he captured? Was he dead?

These questions and more flooded her mind, but she shook them off like a dog shaking off water, and sank back into the warmth of her bed, and was soon fast asleep.

Harry fidgeted as he waited for Zeratul.

Zeratul was late. Harry had been waiting for at least 10 minutes, and he still hadn't met up with him. He was starting to grow impatient, and started twirling around his vast collection of weapons.

He had psionic blades, thunder katanas, lightsabers (long story), particle and phase disrupters, pulsar cannons, thermal lances, and much, much more.

Then, Harry's hand came to rest on something short and wooden. He drew it out of his pocket and stared at it.

At the moment, Harry had half a mind to just smash his wand right there and then, but it was a part of his identity, and he was loath to part with one of his prized possessions. After all, magic had gotten him through quite a few scrapes before he learned to control his new powers.

He grimaced, and pocketed his wand as he heard Zeratul's near-soundless footsteps. Zeratul appeared next to him out of the darkness, and he stared at him with glowing green eyes, before speaking.

"What is the status of the hive?"

"The hive should be destroyed by now. Fenix and I destroyed all the overlords and the hive mind." Harry replied.

Zeratul nodded slowly, and seemed to come to a decision. He said, "Follow me. I have another mission for you, although this one is optional."

Curiosity piqued, he followed his mentor out of the room and into the briefing chamber. A large holographic display opened up, and its blue lights filled the room as Harry and Zeratul walked in. They both sat down without a word.

"As you can see," Zeratul began, "The display is showing a model of the system that humans call the Solar System."

Harry nodded, wondering where this was going.

The model zoomed in on Earth and panned around.

Zeratul took a deep breath, and then said, "The wizards need your help again."

For a moment, Harry was dumbfounded. Then, he reacted.

His first reaction was anger. How dare they ask me for help! They are at fault! Those idiots! How dare they…

Then he calmed down, and then politely inquired about the mission, though inside his mind was in turmoil.

"You will be disguised as a wizard from America, and be called Percy Jackson. By the way, Percy Jackson was another one of my apprentices. Anyway, you will be given a disguise, and since you are almost 3 meters tall now, I doubt they will be able to recognize you."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then said, "I accept."

"Are you sure about this?" Zeratul inquired mildly. We would be more than happy to have you help us fight the Zerg.

Harry nodded, saying, "I'm sure."

Zeratul smiled, rising from his chair and offering Harry a hand. "Let's go."

Hermione and Ron sat in a comfortable silence. Hermione's reasoning was this: I've already lost one of my friends, why lose the other?

Ron gave Hermione's shoulder a gentle squeeze, and she leaned against him, trying not to think about Harry. It had become a sore subject between them, and they tried not to think about it, for fear of starting another shouting match.

Suddenly, Alecto Carrow burst through the Gryffindor painting, shouting "Mudbloods!"

Hermione turned around, grim faced, as the rest of the Gryffindors faced Alecto warily as she stalked forward. She shouted again.

"Mudbloods! Get over to the Great Hall. We have a guest visiting, a very important guest, so be on you best behavior, or I will Crucio you!"

Everyone filed into a line, marching out of the common room. Amycus Carrow, Alecto's sister, took up the rear, while Alecto lead them to the Great Hall.

Once they reached the place, they found out that the entire school was there, waiting nervously before the doors. Hermione sat down next to Ron and Ginny, who smiled at both of them.

"Do you have any idea of who this 'very important guest' is?" Ginny whispered.

"No. Probably some stuck up pureblood, though." Ron replied.

Hermione snickered, but quickly hid her smile as the doors creaked open.

When the doors opened, Hermione almost screamed.

Standing there was a man who was wearing long robes, a dark cloak, and a long, decorated gauntlet on one hand, and a staff strapped to his back.

He looked almost exactly like Harry.

He had long, messy, jet black hair, and glowing green eyes. He was relatively lean, and had many scars.

Hermione's hope was crushed, however. He didn't have a scar on his forehead, and was almost 3 meters tall.

Ginny leaned over and whispered, "He sure is hot, isn't he?"

Hermione smiled. She knew what that meant. He sure looks like Harry.

He walked toward Snape, and then stopped, looking at all of us. He whispered to Snape, which only I heard "What is the whole school doing here? This is a private matter!"

Snape replied coolly, "Just put up with them for a little longer. If they went back now, they would be curious."

The man straightened up, and said to the school "Hello, students. My name is Percy Jackson. I will be helping with the school. Enjoy yourselves."

Then he left.

Everyone broke out into excited whispers, and Ron said "HA! Told you he was a stuck up pureblood!"

Hermione said "However, he said something about this being a private matter, and Snape just told him to put up with us! Something is going on!"

Ron just snorted. "He's an arrogant pureblood. End of story."

But that proved wrong.

The next day in Dark Arts class, Amycus got mad at some random Muggle-born, and blasted her with a Crucio curse. She screamed a lot, and Amycus kept at it. Crabbe and Goyle joined in.

Then the door flew open, and, in all his glory, stood Percy Jackson. He walked towards the scene, where they were torturing the little girl. Hermione expected him to join in, but instead he said in a low voice "That's enough."

Alecto screeched. "What did you say?"

"I said that's enough."

She cackled evilly. "And what are you going to do about it, Jackson? I see you don't have your wand with you today."

Percy slid back his sleeve, revealing a different gauntlet that was a simple gold and blue color. "Stop before I make you."

By now, the whole class was watching, and Neville's mouth was hanging open, while Ron and Ginny wore equal expressions of shock.

Alecto rose from her crouching position and shouted "Crucio!"

The light zoomed toward Percy, who was wandless.

The light hit an invisible shield, sending green ripples out.

Percy raised his gauntlet, and suddenly it flared a brilliant blue. A ball of glowing blue energy blasted out of hit, knocking her to the wall, unconscious.

Crabbe and Goyle both raised their wands and fired spells at him. Crabbe shouted "Crucio!" and the shield held. Goyle raised his wand, took a deep breath and shouted "Avada Kevdavra!"

Everyone expected the bolt of green light to kill him, but instead the shield dissipated it.

While everyone was stunned, he narrowed his eyes at Crabbe, and he suddenly fell over, clutching his head. He turned toward Goyle, and he too fell, grasping his skull as if trying to get something out of there.

-Harry smirked as he saw all of the student's shocked expressions.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" He called, leaving the room.

As he bounded down the hallways, a small smile stretched across his face. This would be fun.