That night Harry dreamed that he was standing in a small one room hut. Out the window was a rain storm as strong as a hurricane. On the one dusty bed was a very fat man with a large mustache and no neck. Next to him was a thin, crabby looking woman with twice the size of a normal neck. On the couch was a boy who looked like the fat man but with no mustache. All three of them were sleeping despite the noise outside. The only one up was a boy about eleven lying on the concrete floor with just a thin blanket. He was wearing the same clothes that Harry woke up in that morning, with the purple jacket and orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt, only smaller.

Beep Beep Beep

The boy checked his digital watch witch read 12:00 a.m. midnight. The boy had drawn a cake with eleven candles in the dust of the floor that said Happy Birthday Percy.

"Make a wish, Percy" the boy said to himself and he blew out the dust candles

The dream shifted. Now Harry was standing in the doorway of a train cart. The same boy was sitting on the coach seat across from a boy with hair so red it could have been on fire.

"Ron Weasley, by the way" the red head stated in an English accent

"I'm Percy, Percy Jackson" said the boy cheerfully

"Percy Jackson! does that mean you have the, you know, the scar?" the boy Ron whispered the last part

"Yeah, I do" he lifted his bangs to show off his forehead, but there was no scar. The boy Ron still looked really impressed like he'd actually seen something. Ron gaped open-mouthed and said solemnly "Wicked." Ron then pulled out a fancy stick and said some words like yellow and mellow. Then he called his pet rat stupid but nothing happened.

"You call that a spell?" Harry hadn't even noticed that a girl with dark brown hair walked right through him into the train cart. She sat down across from the boy Percy.

"I'll show you a real bit of magic," she also took out a fancy stick and pointed it at the boy Percy's eyes. "Occulus Repairo" she stated. There was a small puff of smoke in front of his eyes and he reached up and acted like he took he took off a pair of glasses though he wasn't wearing any.

The dream shifted one more time. Harry was sitting at a table set up in a giant dining hall filled with hundreds more people his age or younger.

"Jackson, Perceus" Harry's attention was drawn to the front of the hall. An old woman draped in green robes held a scroll up to her nose reading names. The boy Percy walked up to the front and sat on an old stool. The old woman placed a tattered pointed hat on him and it began to talk.

"Percy Jackson, eh?" said the old hat "Where to put you?" it pondered "Very brave. Not a bad mind either. Loyal, very loyal. And an urge to prove yourself. But where to put you?"

The boy Percy whispered something to the hat in a hushed tone. "Not Slytherin, eh?" the hat blurted. Harry wasn't sure what Slytherin was, but he had a feeling that he didn't want to be apart of it.

"Well, if you're sure... than it must be... WAKE UP BROTHER! WAKE UP!"

"Gryffindor!" Harry shouted as he bolted upright in his bed. he rubbed his eyes and saw it was still dark out. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the details of the guy looming over him. He was large and bulky, almost twice the size of Harry. He had droopy auburn hair that parted to one side. And, oh yeah, He only has one eye!

"Who are you?" Harry said dumbfounded

"I Tyson! Percy's brother!" the cyclops said excitedly. Tyson pulled the string on the bedside lamp and the light clicked on. "Tyson heard brother was hurt. So Tyson came as soon as Tyson could to see if Tyson could help broth- you aren't brother Percy."

Harry was confused. Maybe there was another cyclops named Tyson and this one was mistaken. As far as he could figure, this guy could be lying or Chiron could be lying. But he didn't believe that. For whatever reason, Harry trusted both of them and had a feeling that both of them were telling the truth.

"Yes I am," he said "Chiron said that I was Percy Jackson and I had a cyclops brother named Tyson" Harry explained

"No, brother Percy smells like ambrosia and hope. You smell like," Tyson took a wiff of Harry "magic and... death."

Harry gulped.