Hermiones P.O.V

Me, Ron, and Harry had went outside when I saw a meteor splash into the lake. I ran upstairs to the boys dorm and woke them. I was so excited, a real meteor would definitely get her extra credit in astronomy if she did a thorough examination of it in an essay. It took a good half hour to wake up the boys with out making a huge rucus. When we finally got out of the castle, the sun had started to rise. It was Saturday, so no one was up yet.

We walked down to the lake and saw something laying on the shore. When we got closer, I saw that it was a boy!

The boy had burns all over his body and his shirt was ripped to shreds. He was bloody and it looked as if he had been stabbed and cut.

I was furious, if a person had done this, I would personately hex them into oblivion.

"Is he alright?" I fretted, there didn't look like a way he could of survived what ever had happened to him.

"How'd he get there?" wondered Ron

"Was he the "meteor" that hit the lake, cause he just washed up on shore." asked Harry. Then the boy tried to get up, but sank back down, as it clearly pained him to move.

"Oh my gosh he's alive!" I screeched, as I had been sure he was dead.

"Did you think I was dead?" he groaned, with an American accent, in an incredibly hoarse voice, turning his head to look at me.

"Rachel?" he asked, as if I looked like her and he had mistaken us.

"No I'm Hermione," I replied kindly, not wanting to scare him. "You should lie still, I'll get Madam Pomphrey. She's the nurse.

"Okay" he replied, clearly confused. A look of horror flitted across his face for a second, as if he was realizing something, then he passed out. I took off running as fast as I could and pounded on the door of the hospital wing.

A very disgruntled Madam Pomphrey came out, wondering why a panicked girl in pajamas was at her door so early in the morning,

"What do you want?"

"Please ma'am, there's a boy out side, and he looks like he was stabbed!" I cried

This woke up Madam Pomphrey right away, "Lead the way." she ordered When we got outside, I saw Ron and Harry standing awkwardly to the side. Madam Pomphrey immediately hovered the boy onto a starcher and rushed him inside.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" I asked them, looking horrified at the sight of the large puddle of blood where the boy had been laying.

"Don't worry," reassured Ron, "Madam Pomphrey is a good healer."

"But how'd he get here?" questioned Harry, "I thought this place kept out muggles, and he doesn't go here."

"Sometimes," I explained, "If a muggle family moves here and they don't know there child is a wizard, they won't be put down for hogwarts." Ron and Harry still looked slightly skeptical, but didn't ask anymore questions.

"Who is he though?" questioned Harry.

"Let's get a couple more hours of sleep before we have to go breakfast, we'll worry about him when we wake up." said Ron

"Fine, but I'm gonna go get dressed and see if he's okay, I'll meet you at breakfast." I replied, and hurried to my room.

When I got down to the hospital wing, I nearly bumped into Madam Pomphrey. She told me that The boys name was Percy, and that he was fine, he just needed some rest.

"May I see him?" I asked warily, Madam Pomphrey was known for being over protective of her patients, but I guess she was tired when she answered,

"Go ahead, just dont frighten him. Needless to say, he's been through a lot."

I went inside to see Percy peeling off the bandages on his arms. "You really shouldn't do that you know."

He looked startled, but answered, "You're Hermione right? The girl who found me."

"Yeah, so your name is Percy?" I said just now noticing that he had a grey streak in his hair. Very odd, because he was clearly no older than fifteen

He looked nervous, like I would recognize him from somewhere. "Yeah, you mind telling me what the date is?"

I was confused at first, but I figured he must assume that he was out for a couple days or something. "September 2nd." Percy looked confused for a split second, then he was calm again, so I must have Imagined it. "What happened to you?" I asked, but immediately regretted it. He looked so scared it was almost pitiful.

"I don't want to talk about it." he stated, regaining his composure. "When can I leave? All my wounds are healed." he showed me his forearm, which had no blemishes or bruises what so ever, except for a thin scar on his hand, and another by in the middle of his arm.

I was incredibly confused, how had he healed? Of course, I thought, Madam Pomfrey had used a healing spell or whatever it is she does.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came in with the Headmaster.

"Mr. Jackson, how are you feeling?" he asked like he had known Percy all his life, typical Dumbledore.

"Um, fine, thank you sir." he replied, that's strange, aren't most Americans not in the habit of saying sir? "How long do I have to stay in the infirminary? My wounds have healed, and I feel fine."

Madam Pomphrey smiled, "If you're feeling alright, I'll check you out and let you go to breakfast if you're okay."

"Thanks," Percy replied. Madam Pomfrey gave him a dreamless sleep potion and cast some spells to check his injuries

"How is this possible?" she asked, "he has completely healed in his own! All I did was wash and dress his wounds! Enervate."

Percy woke up and asked, "So can I leave the infirmary?"

"Sure," she replied, "you're good to go, you can head down to breakfast, I'll contact Professor McGonagall to bring the sorting hat."

Percy and Hermione walked down to breakfast and met McGonagall out side the great hall. "Mr. Jackson," she said, "If you will follow me please, Ms. Granger you can go to breakfast."

"Don't worry," I reassured Percy, "Everybody has to be sorted into houses. They're like teams in middle school." I headed into breakfast and sat with Ron and Harry.

"So what happened to him? Did you find out?" asked Ron

"Who is he?" questioned Harry

"His name is Percy Jackson," I answered, "and he didn't tell me what happened to him Ron."

Just then, McGonagall and Percy walked in, "Excuse me students!" she called ,"We seem to have a student who arrived late. We will sort him now."

Every eye in the hall was on Percy as he sat on the stool and McGonagall put the hat on his head. His expression went from amusement to horror, to a look like he was concentrating immensely.

"I cannot sort this boy." said the Hat to many gasps, "He is a master of Occlumency. He is blocking all his thoughts from me."

"Mr. Jackson," said Professor McGonagall, "You will have to let the hat see your thoughts, or he can't sort you accurately. No excuses, let down your mental shields now."

Percy sighed dejectedly and muttered something like, he's not going enjoy it. Percy's expression then went from scared, to happy, to angry, to scared again, to resentful, to happy, to mad, through that a couple times, until he actually let out a sob. Then after a look of absolute terror, a looks of great pain. When the sorting hat was almost finished, Percy's face was in an expression of pain again. After a while, the Hat said, "This boy has seen to much, he could be in any house. But to overcome those obstacles without backing down? That requires true bravery. GRYFFINDOR!"

Percy walked to our table and sat next to me, clearly trying to avoid all the staring eyes.

"Nice going I'm Harry" said Harry

"Ron" said Ron through a mouth full of toast

"Good job Percy!" I said, giving him a freindly squeeze, much to the displeasure of Ron. Ron just humphed and turned away.

"Hey man," said Percy to Ron, "don't worry. I've got a girl back home already." I looked down incredibly embarrassed that Ron was jealous of Percy because of me. "Styx." he said earninig him many strange looks, "She's gonna kill me for letting her think I was killed."

"Styx?" I asked, "Is that like the american S-word?"

"Well no," he answered, "Its the greek version, My dads greek and my friends are greek, but I'm an american citizen."

"Confusing." said dean, "But not as confusing as pureblood families."

"Want to bet", challenged Percy, "My family tree confuses and disgusts me."

"How so?" asked Ron, "My family is messed up, you always get that with purebloods."

"I have over thirty half siblings" said Percy, he looked very amused at the looks on everyone's faces.

"Seriously?" asked seamus.

"Yeah" Percy answered. I was slightly impressed with Percy, Ron had forgotten about his eggs.

Just then, McGonagall started handing out timetables, "What the hades does this say?" asked Percy, squinting at his time table.

"Can't you read?" asked Ron "It says we have history of magic first."

"No I can't read actually," said Percy, "I'm dyslectic"

"Oh," apologized Ron, "Sorry"

"Alright then," I said, breaking the tension, "Lets head to history of magic."