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Missing Puzzle Pieces

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"-oy your feast!"

Harry blinked rapidly. His eyes screwed up at the sudden bright lighting and ears protesting against the loud voices ringing around him. He was confused.

Really confused.

All Harry could remember was...nothing. Even without the memories of what he was doing previously, he knew that this wasn't the place where he should be. He shouldn't have been sitting on a bench in front of a table with food piled on top of golden platters. Nor should he be squished between Neville and Hermione. He definitely was not supposed to be inside the Great Hall.

The sudden nausea was unexpected and he gripped the table with his hands as Harry dangerously swayed. This, of course, alarmed Hermione immediately.

"Harry!" She exclaimed and steadied him by holding his shoulder.

Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione, leaned forward to take a better look at his friend, "Bloody... you look pale"

Harry clasped his right hand on to his mouth when he felt the breakfast he ate earlier rising up to his throat. Neville shot up from his seat and leaped back, his eyes darting around for any trash bin near by.

"I'm fine. Really." Harry lied once the bile taste disappeared. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead as a sharp headache started to bounce around his skull. "I don't really understand what's going on though."

Ron's eyebrows scrunched up together in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that..." The black haired boy looked between Hermione and Ron. "I can't exactly remember what I'm doing here."

Alarm flashed in Hermione's brown eyes.

"I knew we had to take him to the hospital wing after he practically smashed his head when the train stopped!" Ron said in a demanding tone. "I told you there was a nasty bump on the back of his head."

Train...stopped?

A small strand of memory flared up the moment Ron finished his sentence.

Train stopping. Three people. No, monsters. Percy, bloodbath, screaming.

Harry gripped his knees with his hands as a wisp of dreamlike events flashed before his eyes. It was hazy, almost like an illusion, and impossible to get a strong grasp on.

"Di-didn't we meet this Percy Jackson person on the train?" Harry asked, sweat nearly drenching his face and making his shaggy bangs to stick.

"Eh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Who? No, never mind that, we seriously have to get you to the Hospital Wing Harry! You look like you just saw something horrible." She grasped his arm and pleaded when Harry shook it off.

"Just t-tell me. What happened?" Harry pinched the flesh between his eyes as another round of headache attacked.

Neville arrived at the scene, almost tripping because of his own robes with a large paper bag clutches in one hand. Hermione waved at him to sit down and he did, noticing that the bag wasn't necessary anymore.

"Well," Ron scratched his chin with a thoughtful look. "We were sitting in our seats all peaceful with Neville. Y'know, birds chirping and and us chatting like there was no tomor-"

"Don't get off track Ron" Hermione sighed.

"As I was saying before somebody rudely interrupted." Ron strained his words while looking at her pointedly. "Then out of nowhere the Hogwarts Express just stopped. We were basically sent flying everywhere and then that's when you hit your head pretty hard on the edges of the seats. All of us were told it was a technical issue. Nobody was hurt critically. Until now that is. Just look at yourself now mate!"

Ron gestured his hand at Harry.

"A nasty bruise on you head and partial amnesia! Bloody amnesia! You can't even remember walking into the castle with your own two feet, eating and talking with your own mo-"

Hermione smacked the back of Ron's fiery head.

"I thought...I thought we rode on the express with Percy? Didn't he sit next to me and across from you?" Harry made pained expression. "I'm pretty sure I don't remember being with Neville."

The bushy haired brunette gave Harry a questioning look while Neville lowered his head at the comment. Was he so unnoticeable that he was mistaken for another person?

"Oh not that way." Harry quickly corrected himself. "I'm just having trouble remembering..."

He trailed off as his gaze wandered off to the long table where the professors were seated.

There on the front of the Great Hall, by the professors, seated next to Professor Flitwick, was a rather tall man with messy black hair and twinkling green eyes. It was just then when Headmistress McGonagall stood up while giving a small cough.

"Eh hem." She rasped while tapping her spoon to a small crystal cup. The clear sound rang through the giant room. "Before we go any further, I'd like to introduce you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Perseus Jackson."

The crowd clapped and whooped as the newest addition stood up and smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, thank you." He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed with all the attention he gained. "But I'd like to go by Percy instead, Perseus makes me feel old." Professor Flitwick glared and that young man and muttered something what suspiciously sounded like "Young people these days..."

The students clapped once again with some whistles. There were a few exceptions though, however, on the Gryffindor table as Hermione, Ron, and Nevilles' eyes landed on Harry with a look of shock. Their jaws at the verge of unhinging itself.

The only thought running through Harry's mind while surrounded by loud and obnoxious students was,

Did I manage to become a candidate for the next Divination class professor?

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Percy sighed as he closed the door quietly behind him. He looked around the room for a bit, spotting a few exotic looking furniture and some shady looking corners. He hoped not a lot of spiders lurked in them.

Becoming a professor at Hogwarts came with quite a number of benefits, he thought.

He was provided his very own room- which he was currently in- at the private quarters for the professors and saved seats during meals. Percy dropped his dark blue suitcase on the wooden floor with a heavy thud and slumped against the door, slowly sliding down so he was crouching with his back leaning against the hard wood.

He did his best not to show it in front of everyone, but inside he was absolutely exhausted. With a shuddering breath, Percy dragged his hands down his face, his skin stretched and gave off a not at all pleasant expression.

The son of Poseidon was never good with using the Mist, so obviously he was not feeling his best after manipulating the entire student populations' mind. Not to mention he did a terrible job at it. Anyone with proper sight could see several people confused here and there, asking their friends about what had just happened. Fortunately, by the end of the meal, most of them were convinced that it was only their imagination.

Percy walked to the bathroom, his shoulders slumping with tiredness. He placed his index finger on the faucet as he reached the sink.

Pstchhh

Water spewed out of the tap and started to sprinkle everything in reach, slowly covering the floor with tiny water droplets. Percy patiently waited until a rainbow formed and fished out a golden coin out of his robe pocket.

A drachma. Without giving it a second glance he tossed it to the miniature rainbow and chanted, "Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering and show me Olympus."

The rainbow shimmered before morphing into an portal-like oval, Percy recognized the throne room of Olympus in the image. It was mostly vacant, he realized, and the only one present was Poseidon.

The Lord of Horses showed mild surprise at the sudden image of his son. "Perseus." He greeted, Percy nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hey,"

"You could be a little less casual with a god." Poseidon coughed into his hand.

Percy raised an eyebrow "You want me to be all formal? Between father and son?"

"No, of course not."

"Thought so."

"So... Is there anything you need to report?" Poseidon clasped his hands together and shrunk to human size.

"Nothing really. Except," Percy paused. "I just... Kind of lost control. Again."

The god of the sea instantly became grim, "Anyone hurt? Deaths?"

"Fortunately I only disposed of a stray Empousa, it was about to hurt one of the students anyway." Percy shrugged.

Poseidon sighed, "Percy... I know I told you multiple times but-"

"I know, I know." His son quickly reassured him. "I can't afford to lose my mind without consequences. I'm working on it, and it's becoming less frequent."

"I'm glad."

"Yeah, well, I have to go now. Bye" Percy waved a little and his father returned a eye-crinkle smile before the image distorted in a twisted way and vanished. The spewing water automatically stopped and the rainbow disappeared.

Percy ran a hand through his messy black hair and walked out of the bathroom, crashing on to the bed as it squeaked in protest. Tomorrow would be a long day, he thought. Percy's eyes suddenly widened and he sat up quickly, his heart racing at the rapid rush of adrenaline.

How the hell was he supposed to teach when he wasn't even a Wizard.

He groaned and slammed his face into one of the pillows.

You're a dumbass, Jackson.

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Argus Filch was not a happy man today. Not. Happy.

His gait was uneven and twitchy as he made his way down to the station where the Hogwarts Express was stationed.

"Technical issues? Bah!" He muttered to himself. "They should've complained to those who charmed the damn thing instead of coming to me!"

Mrs. Norris meowed as she matched her paw steps with her owners.

"I know sweetie." Filch's tone switched from unpleasant to sugar coated in a matter of seconds. "But after dealing with this we can go back to catching little critters poking their rotten noses in the hallways."

The cat swayed her bushy tail and mewed.

The caretaker sped up his legs as he caught sight of the bright red Hogwarts Express, the paint gleaming from the lamp posts stationed next to it in the dark. As Filch arrived, he walked around the giant machine's engine and took a step inside the control room.

"There's absolutely nothing out of control!" He growled after a moment of inspection. He ran his hand over the controls and even took a look underneath the seats just to be sure.

A sudden spitting sound startled him and Filch scurried onto his feet. In the middle or the train was Mrs. Norris, her back arched and fur on end, hissing at the walls of the magical train.

"Mrs. Norris?" Filch carefully approached the obviously frightened cat. "Is there someone on-"

He stopped abruptly, small and watery eyes becoming as round as saucers at the sight in front of him. Mrs. Norris quickly hid behind her owner's scrawny legs and continued to hiss at whatever disturbed her.

The usual beige and brown interior of the train was now splashed with a new color, vibrant and red, the Hogwarts Express was now reeking with the smell of iron. Argus Filch snatched up his precious cat and leaped out of the machine with strength that could've fooled his old age and ran. He ran and yelled colorful words at the sky while running away with incredible speed from the sight he had witnessed.

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I uploaded a lot earlier than I expected. :P

Btw the answers to the QOTD are absolutely hilarious XD

Yeah, and don't expect me to drop hints in the A/N for future events because spoiling is not my thing.

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Wait! Before you go

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Please entertain me with ANOTHER QOTD please ;D

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QOTD (Question of The Day)

:What are some of the weirdest things you do when you're alone in your house?:

Be honest

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MY ANSWER

:I once sang the spanish Alphabet while completely naked with an underwear on my head while eating ice-cream and dancing like fuck:

(I have no life)