Heya! I'm back from two weeks of shit, got no writing done what so ever. One of my friends helped me with this chapter, so thank you. Hope you like this chapter. Happy reading! xx

Once all the confusion and questions ground to a wanted stop, Mrs Weasley warmed up our long cold dinner. Apparently, they had been so concerned about me that they forgot to eat. How stupid are they?

"Well now that Percy is back with us, we urgently need to talk about tomorrow. How are we going to get to Kings Cross with the extra people? We only anticipated an extra three, not five." Mrs Weasley stated, whilst clearing away the dishes.

"Mrs Weasley, I can take myself and Will to Kings Cross by shadow travel. It's easier and that means Percy and Annabeth can sit together and be all disgustingly mushy." Nico mumbled; looking a tad embarrassed since he came up with a solution to the problem. Will patted Nico's back lovingly, proud that his 'huggable teddy bear' –his words, not mine- had been fearless enough to put forward his idea that benefits everyone and just not himself. Mrs Weasley nodded, letting the thought brew inside her brain.

"Yes, that should work as long as you know where Kings Cross is." Wagging her finger; consenting to the awful plan. I got thumped up the head by Annabeth. I turned towards her, not knowing what I had done this time. A pointed glare was air mailed my way by her steely gaze. She had anticipated the thought in my head. Again.

"Well, now we have that sorted, you should get up to bed. It will be a busy day tomorrow; you will all want to sleep." Mrs Weasley ordered; waving her wand around in small circles, commanding kitchen ware and cutlery to her taste. China ware and crockery whizzed around, over and under the stationary bodies in the way. Soap suds and water waged war against the offending grime coating pearly white plates and silver tableware. With a wave of her hand, Mrs Weasley shooed away the help of her husband and pointed towards the stairs. Eleven pairs of feet trudged up the creaking, wooden stairs towards their designated rooms. Annabeth and I walked hand in hand towards our bedroom, closely followed by Will and Nico.

Changing into my aqua man pyjamas, I flopped onto the bed me and Annabeth were sharing. My wise girl padded across the room and into my embrace. As the lights flickered out, I snuggled into my girlfriends comforting side; finally happy that she was back in my embrace.

3rdperson

Bright light filtered through closed blinds, creeping its way towards closed eyelids. As light punctured the fitful sleep of Percy, he opened his eyes; frantically searching around him. Bloodshot eyes landed on Annabeth, safely tucked into his side and guarded by jealous arms tightening slowly around her waist. Percy physically relaxed as he watched his girlfriends slumber peacefully, not awoken by devilish nightmares or the suns probing rays. Settling back into the pillows surrounding the sleeping couple, Percy tried to catch the last remains of sleep that evaded him.

A quiet knock interrupted his effort to sleep, the door noiselessly opened and Mrs Weasley poked her head inside the comforting room.

"Percy, you're awake?" surprise evident in her voice, "I was just about to come and wake you. We have to go in an hour, would you mind waking the others up for me? Thank you." And her kindly head dashed back outside the room, leaving a baffled Percy and three sleeping heroes.

Rubbing gently on his girlfriend's side, Percy attempted to wake her up. As Annabeth regained consciousness, Percy on took the daunting task of waking up Nico and Will. Shaking Will lightly on the shoulder, Percy was able to pass the enormous task of waking Nico and not slamming head on into his fury at being woken up at an ungodly hour.

Padding back to his bead, Percy clambered back into the inviting warmth. Annabeth snuggled back into his side, not worried about the time.

"You know wise girl, we have to get up now. Mrs Weasley will have our heads if we don't." Percy muttered to his girlfriend, who was drifting between consciousness and sleep. A muffled groan escaped her lips as she turned and rolled off the bed. A thump echoed round the room when the half asleep hero greeted the floor.

"Oh well, we might as well get up. Have you woken the beast and his prince yet?" she grumbled as she crankily rose from the floor.

"I woke the prince, but not the beast. You know I wouldn't want him to get angry in the morning, everyone suffers. Don't know if they are both awake yet. Are they?"

"No."

As Percy got up from the groaning bed, Annabeth tiptoed towards the other side of the sleeping lovers. Placing her hands lightly on Nico's chest she pushed him. His eyes shot open as he started to roll off the bed and onto Will, who had just landed on the wooden floor. Nico let out a cry as he crashed into the human pillow lying sprawled across the floor.

"What did you do that for?" growled Nico, hauling his tired body off of his boyfriend. His bloodshot eyes were half wild with controlled anger, body quivering slightly from the shock and anger contained in his tiny frame. He turned his sleep messed head towards Annabeth.

"Ask Percy, he woke me up and tried to wake Will up so he could wake you up." She said, shrugging her shoulders as she made her way towards the door. She slipped out of the door, with clothes grasped in her calloused hand as Nico turned his head, and fury, towards Percy.

"Well, why did you wake me and Will up?"

"Mrs Weasley wants us to get ready for the Hogwarts express. We have to be at Kings Cross for 11 o'clock. I you have a problem with that, tell Mrs Weasley and don't be angry with me." He stammered, his eyes growing wide when he saw Nico stalking towards him. The fire in Nico's eyes went down a notch, as he regarded Percy's fear immobilised face.

"You're lucky Mrs Weasley is such a caring person. However, if I find that this is a hoax, you'll wish you had never been born at all." Leaving Percy shaking from fear and Will still finding it hard to wake up, Nico opened the door and stomped his way to the bathroom.

Nico's POV

ARGG! Why did Percy have to be such an annoying kelp brain? How does Annabeth cope with such a eunuch? Only the gods know.

Mrs Weasley calls from downstairs to say we are leaving. So much for breakfast. Percy won't be happy. Good. How could I have ever liked him? I'm such an idiot. I trudge downstairs and run into Mrs Weasley.

"Oh. If you're ready dear would you get will? I'd like to make sure you're both ok before you leave. Make sure you meet us before platform 9 and 10."

"Sure don't worry Mrs Weasley; we will be there in time."

So Percy wasn't lying, fuck. I really wanted to hit him for waking Annabeth up. Stupid school. Stupid work, stupid train. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Grumbling under my breath, I backtracked up stairs to pack my things. Stupid, fucking school with their stupid, fucking school trunks. They are too heavy and way too clumpy. Percy was packing his many bought crap into the infernal trunk.

"You're lucky Percy, if I found out that you had lied to me, in the morning no less, you would be very sorry." I snarled out, grabbing the worn handle of the ludicrous trunk.

"I know, don't have a go at me Neeks. There is no need, you grumpy child. Pack your things, we are going to go soon and we are taking your stuff, so you don't have to. Consider yourself lucky death boy." He laughed as he jumped on his trunk to just shut it and keep the fucked up crap inside. Finally succeeding, Percy slid off and grabbed his damn trunk and waved as he sauntered out of the room.

"Bye, huggable teddy bear. See you in the train." As I lunged towards his neck, Percy slipped out of the door and slammed it shut. My face crushed against the door as I let out a feral scream.

Percy's POV

I shook my head as I heard Nico scream. It was so irresistible to annoy him, but sometimes it was cruel. But still rather amazing. Gods help those who get on the bad side of Nico, they'd end up in the fields of punishment, made to listen to opera, have their back slashed open by Mrs Dodds or listen to finger nails being scraped across a blackboard. Or having their ears pinned back; their hands manacled down to hear One Direction. Pure torture. Unfortunly, Nico wouldn't be able to kill and send anyone to the fields of punishment. Shame, some of the kids will probley deserve it.

Dragging my tonne heavy trunk down the old, wooden stairs, I started swearing about how unfair Neeks was being. Ill-fatedly, Annabeth and Mrs Weasley heard me. Today was the day lady luck had forgotten about me.

Sliding into the back seat with bruised knuckles and a thumping head, I leaned against the hard backing of the seat; resting my head on the stiff uncomforting head rest. Sometimes life could be annoying. As the rest of the Weasley family piled into another car, and Thalia, Annabeth and Harry got into ours; I closed my eyes, hoping that I could catch some more elusive sleep.

TIME SKIP- TIME SKIP- TIME SKIP- TIME SKIP- TIME SKIP

Roughly woken up by Annabeth, I blinked my tired, sleep crusted eyes open.

"We're here sleepy head, get up. It's time." My wonderful girlfriend criticised as she slipped out of the hanging door. Letting a huff escape my slightly curling mouth, I followed my wise girl.

The suns blaze blinded me for a moment, but was quickly conquered as Mrs Weasley bustled over to us from the other car.

"Have you got everything? Good. It seems that Nico and Will aren't here yet. I do hope they get here in time, it's almost eleven. Oh well, we must get going. Follow me now, and keep up. This time of year is always packed with muggles, so don't get lost. Oh do keep up Percy." Mrs Weasley said, raising her voice above the clattering, smoking train station. Weaving our way through crowds of people waiting to board trains, we eventually saw a blob of black leaning against the column containing the sign 9 and 10.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't think you would make it in time. Come here dears, we only have precious time left. Now, I want you all to take your trolleys and run straight between signs 9 and 10. Don't look so worried Percy, you won't crash. Ron be a dear and show him." She said, instructing our group into an order. I've got to put it to these wizards; they are crazier than Dionysus's party fans or the Aphrodite cabin, if someone calls one of them ugly. Pure craziness that will probly get someone killed. As we watched Ron hurl headfirst towards the barrier, I braced myself for the impending crash. Blockading my eyesight, I waited and waited but strangely there was no sound, and no Ron. These wizards are becoming stranger as time goes by.

Meeting Mrs Weasley's gaze, I gripped the handles of my trolley and started walking to the barrier, picking up speed as I got closer. Bracing myself for impact I breached the stone wall, and felt nothing. I had slammed my eyes shut as I had reached the obstacle so, now I hadn't crashed into a seemingly indestructible wall; I peeked through half closed lids. Unable to see anything in detail, I opened them fully. What met my sight was amazing.

A gleaming, crimson train stood at attention as students boarded it. Hissing, sliding smoke wafted its way through the crowd of children saying goodbye to tearful parents. Groups of gleeful children boarded the scarlet dragon, for that is what it definitely sounded like, chattering and laughing. The hoots of owls, and screeches of cats accompanied the symphony of noise, sometimes broken up with a croak from a toad, on the hectic platform of 9 ¾. A winking sign complete with the Hogwarts insignia and a clock, hung from a twirled piece of metal affixed to the worn bricks surrounding Hogwarts Express and its students.

Following Mrs Weasley, we were able to get our belongings onto the train. After getting a crushing hug from Mrs Weasley, I took Annabeth's hand and stepped onto the supernatural train. A feeling of apprehension, and glee, rolled through my veins. This year would be different, to say the least.