Observations and Ideas
Now, I promised some people who read my story, Percy Jackson 2: Family History, and guessed correctly where I got Jolene Adams from that they would get a virtual cookie and a dedication. Well, when I wrote Poseidon's Three Wants, I kind of forgot, and the same happened with the last chapter. So, this chapter is dedicated to:
joesalzer
Ah Young Half Blood Love
Chibi Angel of the Uchiha
Elsquirto
Percabethatw
The answer was the song Jolene by Dolly Parton!
Percy's POV
For the past few days, we didn't really accomplish much. We discussed possible places, but that was normally the four wizards and witches; they, after all, knew the wizarding world better than Annabeth and I. All I knew was what we were looking for; a cup with a badger on it, a large snake that was most likely with Voldemort, an old ring, and something with an eagle or lion on it.
I was worried about Annabeth. Although she tried to hide it, it seemed as if she was getting more lugubrious as each day passed. We had a moment alone in a hallway, and I grabbed her wrist and made her look at me. She saw the concern in my eyes and sighed, knowing what I was going to ask her. Before I even asked, she answered, "It's nothing, Percy."
"I don't think it is," I persisted. Normally I wouldn't disagree with a daughter of Athena, especially this one, but this was an exception.
Annabeth gave up, "I just feel useless. We don't know anything about the wizarding world, so we can't offer up any places. Even if we were American wizards, we couldn't help much because we're in a completely different country!"
"Once things start to speed up, monsters will be involved. Greek monsters," I started, but she interrupted me.
"You think I don't know that?" she snapped, defending her vast intelligence.
"I know you know that," I conceded. "Just let me finish. We'll be the leaders then. Sure, they've been being taught how to fight our monsters for the past three weeks, but we'll always know how the monster functions better than they do, because we've fought them before."
She smiled slightly and asked, "When did you get so smart?"
"Since a daughter of Athena became my girlfriend," I returned.
The smile on Annabeth's face became more pronounced, and she murmured, "I'm glad I could be a good influence." Then she kissed my lips lightly and caressed my cheek for a second, before turning away with one last look over her shoulder, a sly smile in place on her face. I grinned back.
"Maybe there's one at Hogwarts," Harry suggested for the tenth time. "It was his home, the only place he felt like he belonged."
"This is Voldemort we're talking about, right Harry? Not you?" snapped Ron.
Ginny became furious, "Just because you're bored, Ronald, it doesn't mean you can take it out on Harry. Maybe you've forgotten, but Tom Riddle was an orphan too! He grew up in an orphanage and was miserable without any love from anyone. He used the magic he managed to control, but even though he used it for things that amused him, it still made him feel like he didn't belong. Just imagine, you feel like that, but suddenly, you're not so different after all. There's a whole group of kids your age exactly like you!" She took a deep breath, and all eyes remained trained on her. Harry made no move to interrupt her, and neither did Ron, "Ron, do you remember what Harry said that Vo-Voldemort said when Dumbledore arrived to tell him he was accepted into Hogwarts? Voldemort thought Dumbledore was some kind of psychologist who the orphanage had sent to talk to him."
Ron said nothing for a moment. Hermione looked like she wanted to agree, but didn't say anything. That argument sounded pretty convincing to me, though, and I'm sure Annabeth would agree. Then Ron said quietly, "Let's add Hogwarts to the list of possible places to go."
Hermione brought the nearly blank parchment to her and scribbled 'Hogwarts' onto it. There were random places on it that I've never heard of, such as Knockturn Alley, but that was crossed out. Underneath Knockturn Alley was Albania, but all of us hoped that there wasn't a Horcrux there. That's why Hermione had written a question mark after it.
After a few more minutes of watching the wizards think, I became bored. They seemed to become bored as well, because Hermione, the most focused of the four, sighed and said, "Maybe we should take a break." Murmurs of agreement spread through the six of us, and I walked to the front of the house, looking out the front window.
I found it slightly funny that there were things I could compare between the wizarding world and my world. Such as the enchantment on the house we currently resided in; it worked like Mist. No one notices it's there, with a few exceptions. They only saw number thirteen right next to number eleven, no number twelve in between.
Then suddenly, I saw it. Someone, or something, was staring directly at the house, frowning. My guess was that they were staring at the spot between eleven and thirteen. But there was something off about this woman…she seemed…hazy, kind of. At the word 'hazy', my thoughts returned to my previous train of thought. I had been thinking about the Mist in comparison to the enchantment on the house we were in. Was the Mist making this woman appear hazy? Was she a monster?
Instinctively, my hand reached for my pocket in which I kept Riptide. But then a strong grip grabbed my wrist to stop its path. I whirled around and breathed a sigh of relief to see it was just Annabeth. She said warningly, "We can't do anything. She doesn't know we're here, but if we attack her, she will. We can't do anything, Percy."
I nodded, and she released my wrist, "We should at least tell the others," I said. Annabeth agreed, and we found Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all in the living room in silence.
When we entered the room, they looked up briefly before returning their gaze to the carpet. Annabeth broke the silence, "The house is being watched."
All four heads snapped back up, and Harry exclaimed, "What?"
"There's a monster outside watching the space between eleven and thirteen," Annabeth elaborated.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you meant they knew we were in here and know how to get in."
"No," I shook my head. "We just need to be careful if we leave." Everyone else agreed.
Short, I know, but I don't have a lot of time on my hands these days. School loves to demand my attention, and I'd like to keep my strait-A average, thank you very much. Plus my muse loves to annoy the hell out of me by giving me ideas about anything but this story, but I'm determined to finish this before I start anything else.