Hey guys, thanks for all the new reviews I got, they were amazing! From now on the rest of the fanfic will be in the POV of Percy. It makes it easier for me to write and if I feel like changing it I will tell you. Here is the next chapter. I welcome all new reviews! Have a good time reading! xx

A boy dressed in nightmare black stood before us. He had a shock of blonde almost white hair perched on top a sharp, angled face. Lanky arms draped from a thin but slightly muscled torso that was connected to two gangly legs encased in solid black jeans. Personally, I didn't see what was wrong with him.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Ron spluttered out angrily.

"Getting my school supplies, same as you and your 'friends'." Malfoy (?) replied, lifting up and eyebrow at me and the rest of the demigods. I stepped forward, my hand reaching into my pocket feeling the comforting presence of Riptide in my pocket.

"Have you got anything wrong with that? Being friends with Harry Potter isn't so bad you know."

"No, I don't have a problem however, Potter needs to know I'm sorry for what I did and I want to be friends with him. I only came to ask forgiveness." Malfoy evenly said, remorse shining deep in his silver eyes. I looked towards Harry after he said this, unsure of what to do next. Harry gave a curt nod to Malfoy and stuck out his hand.

"I won't forgive you, which will come in time, but I will try and understand. Maybe we could be friends someday." He said as Malfoy reached over and clasped the offered hand.

"Yes, I would like that."

A suffocating silence appeared over our group. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Soo, Goblins. What are they?"

I earned confused looks from passing wizards and several thankful gazes from the wizards in our group. I mean, why wait for Annabeth to read and tell me what they are, just find out from the resident bookwork called Hermione.

Hermione took a deep breath; she chanted what sounded like a passage from a book.

"A goblin is a mischievous, ugly, dwarf-like creature or monster. They are usually small, sometimes only a few inches tall, sometimes the size of a dwarf, and have magical abilities; they are greedy, especially about gold or jewellery. They have been found in many European folklore and are loosely related to Japanese Goblins, Indian Goblins, South Korean Goblins, Chinese Goblins, Brownies and Gnomes."

Silence enveloped our huddle of people as I stared open mouthed at Hermione. No one spoke for at least five minutes. Hermione fidgeted under the power of our gaping.

"Soo, Granger is a walking, talking, eating and quoting book now. How wonderful." Malfoy drawled sarcastically, severing the silence. A glare shot from Hermione's eyes into Malfoy's, making Malfoy shrink back.

"Sure you and Harry might be friends one day, it doesn't mean we will. Sure you have almost been forgiven by Harry, doesn't mean I have. One step out of line Draco Malfoy and you can go slither back into your hole. Ok?"

Malfoy just nodded, suddenly frightened to lose the precious beginnings of a way back to forgiveness and friendship with the golden trio. A distressing malevolent and loathing aura emanated from both Hermione and Ron, looking straight towards Draco with displeasure. I would welcome Gaea back just to break this prickliness. Hold on, not quite Gaea, maybe Luke or Kampe or Dr. Thorn, someone not too evil but still a challenge.

A cough punctuated the tense silence, earning looks from everyone. George Weasley rubbed the back of his neck and just mentioned.

"Um, weren't we going to go in? Those Goblins are giving us weird looks, like they want to kill us and then use our innards as ropes or baskets."

We all looked at the front of Gringotts and the goblins guarding it. Sure enough they were looking like they wanted to kill us. Maybe it would be a good idea on moving to go join the queue that had mounted up inside. Hopefully those batons won't hurt so much.

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No, I was wrong. Wrong, on many accounts. Wrong, with the batons, wrong, about the innards becoming ropes or baskets and wrong, believing Hermione about her explanation on goblins. Not only did the goblins look as if they wanted to use our innards as ropes or baskets, but eat whatever remained as well. Also, they are small, evil beetles that are over protective of what is theirs. Not only did they try to take Riptide from me but also another watch/shield that my brother gave me. They are thieving, good for nothing, poking their pointed noses in everything that doesn't involve them, immoral, malicious, wicked, and loathing, jabbing and prodding monsters. They should be cut own where they stand.

Thankfully, our bags bulging with gold, silver and bronze pieces (I still don't understand the currency); we made our way through the streets of Diagon Alley. There was no need for the rest of the demigods to buy equipment and supplies for Hogwarts *snigger snigger* as it was already at the school waiting for u. In spite of this, Nico and Thalia wanted a pet whilst Will was just content to visit the Alchemist. When will was being dragged towards a pet store, that didn't contain owls, I was being hurled across the cobbled floor to a bookstore named Flourish and Blots. This was a nightmare.

Books lined in rows upon rows, across the walls, around corners and there were several types of books that were stacked because there was no more room. In a cage remained what looked like pages, teeth and oddly fur. A gleeful smile burst across my darling wise girls face, eyes no doubt full of ecstasy at the amount of torturous- sorry, books- weapons, once again sorry. Annabeth flitted from pile to pile, bookshelf to bookshelf, ledge to ledge. Trying, in vain, to find something worthwhile reading. Unfortunly, she succeeded. We left Flourish and Blots with my arms pushed to breaking point, loaded with torturous instruments.