So, uh...*laugh nervously* hi? Guys, this is a seriously long tine, I know. But I was off at music camp for three weeks! Anyway, here's the actual chapter 25!

Chapter 25

Percy

"Weasley is our king!

Weasley is our king!

He always let's the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our king!"

My face burned with anger. Malfoy was going way too far. It was about time to stop his madness.

I marched to him and grabbed the front of his shirt. He stared at me, fear shown in his eyes. I pulled him to an empty classroom. Of course, his buddies were too busy being full to care.

"Stop this right now," I growled. "Or you will have more injuries than a few icy pokes."

"You don't know who my father is!" he practically screamed. "I'm telling him!"

I almost laughed. Was his father the god of the oceans? I think not. Was his father part of the Olympian counsel? I think not.

"You think you're so great," I breathed. "News flash, you are nothing compared to any of us. You are a useless piece of dirt."

"Who do you think you are?" he asked. "To be able to threaten me?"

In a split second, I decided to tell him. Of course, just to see what his reaction was. And then I would pop his memory of this out. Easy.

"My father is much more powerful than yours," I hissed. "My father just so happens to be Poseidon, who is the immortal god of the ocean. So I think it'll be better if you shut up."

Malfoy stared at me and then burst out laughing. "Yeah, right!" he said. "And I'm your mom!"

I flicked my wand at the wall and said, "don't let anyone else hear us." Then, I lifted my hand, ordering a huge wave to blast itself from a fountain to us. Malfoy screamed. "Ahhhh!"

"That's right, you idiot. Now, just so you don't spoil our secrets, I'm going to take your latest memories away."

"You...you..."

"Forget everything you experienced in the last hour," I whispered in Greek. "And don't have any memory of me telling you anything about my father."

I thrust my wand at him. His eyes went pure white, and then he crumbled to the ground.

"Good-bye, Malfoy."

I turned and lifted the mute charm. Yes, we actually know how to do non-verbal spells now. Quite easy, but I still prefer the verbal way.

The wave of water, which was floating in the corner in the shape of a ball, lifted the stupid little git out of the door. I looked at him leave with satisfaction. "That'll teach you not to mess with me, Malfoy."

Annabeth ran in. "What did you do?" she asked excitedly. "Did you kill him?"

"Uh..."

She frowned. "That would've been great, but I don't think you're that stupid. Okay, the next best thing...you told him about demigods and then wiped his memory?"

I grinned. "You know me too well, Wise Girl. Come on, it's almost time for the match."

She nodded. "Harry and Ron's already out getting ready. Hey, you notice we started having British accents?"

I shrugged. "I guess, yeah. I mean, living here for more than four months...that's gotta effect us somehow. And Harry, Ron, and Hermione started getting American accents. All right, lets get to the field."

Annabeth looped her hands in mine and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Then I followed her out, where Jason and Piper were laughing, Frank was poking Hazel's hair, and Thalia was making a bow.

"Quidditch time," Leo said cheerfully. "Gryffindors are so going to win...I hope."

Hazel looked worried. "But what if the Slytherins sing that awful song? Wouldn't that make it even harder for Ron to play well?"

"That's the point," Hermione answered, sighing. "Slytherins would do anything to win. That's part of what they are. Especially Malfoy."

Piper sighed. "Some people just don't change. Oh look, there's Luna! Uh...what in the world is that lion head doing up there?"

"I'm pretty sure she's supporting Gryffindor," Annabeth, said, shrugging. "Just a big lion-"

"ROARRRRR!"

Everybody jumped. Okay, so maybe it wasn't just a big lion hat after all. It was a giant lion hat that roars.

"Hey, do you know who Montague put in as the Slytherin's Beaters?" Hermione asked. "They're probably huge, just like the ones before, but I'm not sure who they are."

Me? Know about Quidditch? Oh please, I hate Quidditch! It's played on flying broomsticks! And let me just tell you, I'm not that bad at math. I can at least figure out something like, Percy+Flying Broomsticks =BAAAAAAAAAAD idea. See, I'm right! Because I assure you, it's a bad idea.

Frank shrugged. "No idea. I guess we'll find out soon enough. Like maybe...in five minutes."

As we walked, Luna came up to us. "Did you see what my lion does?"

"Nope," I said brightly. "But we did hear it. It's pretty awesome!"

"Really?" she asked. "Lots of people make fun of it. Would you like to hear it again?"

Thalia cleared her throat. "Sometime, of course! But not this close up. I'm guessing you made it for the game?"

Luna nodded. "Yes," she said dreamily. "It's perfect for large places."

"Uh, yeah," Thalia continued. "This is a really tight space. Better do it outside and scare the Slytherins. Come on, we can walk faster."

We did as she said. Reaching the field about five minutes before the match, Jason squinted at the crowd of people. "Where are the Gryffindors?"

Thalia slapped him on the back. "What, bro? Forgot your glasses?"

He winced. "Yeah."

Piper sighed. "Good thing your girlfriend, who's memory is much better than yours, remembered."

I grinned. Annabeth would probably have said something like that. Speaking of Annabeth, she gave me a kiss on the cheek before saying, "over there. See the giant banner?"

Jason put his gold-rimmed glasses on. "Oh, yeah! Yeah, I saw it."

Will clucked his tongue disapprovingly. "You should never forget your glasses!" Then he frowned. "Hey, where'd you get them, anyway? They're really good."

"I bet the doctor who gave him the glasses is better than you," Leo challenged.

Will folded his arms and glared at him. "Maybe. Who is it?"

Jason puffed his chest out proudly. "Asclepius. The god of doctors himself,"

"Ah..." Will said. "My brother? Makes sense. So, when's the game starting?"

Nico checked his watch. Leo and Hazel had made it for him about a week after Leo came back as a thank-you gift for helping them save the world.

"It starts in...uh, now."

Right on cue, the green silver Slytherins ran out of their room, clutching broomsticks. Malfoy looked pretty confused as to why he was just unconscious in a random room, but pretty ready to beat some Gryffindors up. The red and gold Gryffindors ran on the field, also holding brooms. Then my eyes strayed to the Slytherin Beaters.

Ah...Crabbe and Goyle. Annabeth grinned. "Those gorillas. They're really stupid, but they're also really strong. Hey, where's Umbridge?"

Frank rolled his eyes. "Probably still trying to figure out how her hair got dyed...uh, at least three times every month. No wait, four. And how her cat plates got squashed to dusts."

Hazel rested her head on Frank's shoulder. "Can't believe she still doesn't know who it is."

Piper laughed. "She probably thinks it's us, but there's no way she can find proof. Plus, we are pretty good at doing nothing. All we really have to do is put silencing charms on Percy so Umbridge doesn't hear him snoring."

"Hey!" I said. "Wait...whatever you did...it worked?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Yeah. Mostly because she never looks at us during classes. She's more busy thinking of more ways to torture us during classes."

"It's starting," Hermione said. Madam Hooch or something, the referee lady, blew the whistle. To be honest, I wouldn't be here if I had the choice. Sure, I would want to cheer my friends on, but more likely I would be swimming in the lake and hosting little fish races.

But of course, there was the matter of the Slytherin singers. Of course, they sang pretty off tune, even though I didn't realize. Will mentioned it later. Unfortunately, even their terrible singing could pass the message to Ron: you suck, your family sucks, and Gryffindor are going to lose because of you.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring,

That's why Slytherins all sing,

Weasley is our king."

I growled. Those stupid idiots...why can't they just gloat in silence? I mean...even Apollo would be horrified at the singing!

Wait a second...Apollo...Will...

"Will!" I said. "Is there any way you can make them shut up?"

He sighed. "I don't know, but I can try."

He closed his eyes and whistled. It was quiet, but still really shrill. Suddenly, the Slytherins were all clutching their ears and wincing. Looks like he somehow sent it to the singers. Ron looked more hopeful when the singing stopped, and finally blocked a Quaffle from entering the middle hoop.

"Look at Malfoy," Annabeth whispered in my ear. "He looks murderous."

Sure enough, Malfoy was screaming at the Slytherins, who still had their hands clutched over their ears. He was so frustrated that a big black ball, a Budger, hit him in the stomach and sent him spiraling.

Then I noticed Angelina. She was zooming to the goals on the Slytherin's side, which got Lee Fletcher all exited. He was doing the commentary, and was shouting over everybody's screaming, "and Angelina gets over to the Slytherin Keeper, and she scor-no, Bletchley saves."

The Slytherins cheered. Will was angry enough to stop the whistling, and the singing started up again.

"Weasley is our king,

Weasley is our king,

He always lets the Quaffle in,

Weasley is our king."

After the goalie dude (apparently also named the Keeper) threw it to one of their Chaser guys, the Chaser dude...right, Montague. He went off to the Gryffindor side of the field. The song grew even louder.

Now, I knew basically nothing about the sport except for generally how to play , but I knew if the red ball gets in one of our goals/hoops, they get points. And I knew that Ron was going to be really pressurized about...now. I saw Harry turn to look at his best friend as Montague flew closer to him.

Jason sighed. "To bad I'm not allowed to help. Hecate told me I'm not allowed to interfere in the "air-related game that my little creations play," unless..."

"What?" I asked him. "Bro, can you blow the Quaffle away?"

He shook his head. "Only if I participate in the game. And all the positions are taken, so I'm not. Plus, I'm too busy doing demigod stuff...like the occasional monster. Oh look...another chaser is headed for Ron!"

I spun my head to look at him and groaned. Pucey, one of the other Chasers, was headed for Ron. Unfortunately, Ron still hadn't recovered from the first goal, and missed that one too. I sighed. This was going to be a long game, unless...

Three more Slytherin goals and one Gryffindor goal later, Harry dove for something. The snitch! Malfoy saw him heading down, and started diving for the golden ball as well. Unfortunately, he was much closer than Harry was.

I caught my breath. This could decide the fate of the game! Malfoy and Harry flew almost neck to neck for a moment, both of them flying as possible. Luckily, Harry's broom was better and faster.

Harry knocked Malfoy's hand out of the way as the approached the snitch, and grabbed the fluttering golden ball. He held it up, grinning wildly.

Suddenly, a ball ball flew down from above and hit Harry in the back. He fell from his broom. Good thing he was close to the ground anyway, so it didn't do too much harm. Angelina ran to him after jumping off her broom.

I glared at the two Slytherin Beaters, Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe was grinning triumphantly at Harry, holding his bat like he just used it.

"Crabbe," I muttered. "You are so dead."

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