Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling or Rick Riordan

Percy's PoV

Argus drove us to the harbor, where our ship was waiting. I know what you are thinking, but no. It would not be easier to take a plane.

Simple reasoning, son of Poseidon + Zeus' territory= dead demigod. (A/N this is not one of those fanfics where Zeus grants them special permission to fly)

So, we are taking a boat. A few hours later, thanks to my awesome water powers, we arrived in Europe.

(Still Percy)

After checking into the hotel, Annabeth and I decided to go for a walk.

She pointed out the architecture of some old buildings and sprouted numerous facts as I dug into our blue jelly beans.

A few minutes later, I noticed that there were a lot of people wearing weird dress/cape-like things, not just women, but men too. I started to get the feeling that we were being followed.

Ανναμπεθ, εσείς έχετε την αίσθηση ότι είμαστε παρακολουθείται.

I whisper to Annabeth in ancient greek.

Ναι, και έχετε παρατηρήσει τα περίεργα ρούχα;

She responds. We look at each other and share a thought. "Monsters…"

I reach in my pocket for my lethal ballpoint pen, Riptide, which turns into a sword when I uncap it.

At the same time, Annabeth grabs her dagger from her jeans and hides it inside her sleeve.

We continue walking at a faster pace, all of our senses on high alert as we exchanged meaningless chatter.

A few roads down, we heard a whispered conversation between a middle-aged couple dressed in the odd clothing. Half-Bloods have much sharper hearing than mortals, so their words were very clear.

The man asked his wife, "Blimey, what's Potter doing here? And who the bloody hell is that girl?"

The lady next to him responded, "I am not sure. It's very dangerous for him of all people. If he-who-should-not-be-named is back then-," she stopped as the man shushed her.

He gave her a look that clearly said, "Not here" and they left quickly.

Annabeth and I headed into a crowded restaurant across the street where we would be able to talk.

We got a table, ordered some drinks and I asked her, "What was that?" not completely sure what to say.

She thought for a minute, and then answered, "I think they mistook you for someone else. I don't think that they're monsters, but they are definitely not normal mortals.

Don't put your guard down, but I think it's worth a shot figuring out if celestial bronze can hurt them."

I nodded, and we were about to leave when the TV flashed with a special news update.

"Two people were reported missing last week and they have both been found this morning, dead, in a room in the ministry that locked from the inside.

Doctors have inspected the bodies and shockingly found them completely normal.

If not for the fact that they are dead, the two would be in perfect health." The reporter on the scene announced.

Continuing on, she proclaimed that authorities were questioning the government's role in this murder, and so on, but Annabeth and I were staring at each other.

"Okay," she whispered. "Something is definitely going on here."

A few hours later, we arrived back at the hotel and went up to our room.

Nothing had happened with any of the oddly dressed population, other than a few more stares and whispered conversations.

Annabeth had wanted to head back here early so she could do some research. She sat at the desk and pulled out her laptop, typing away at the keys.

I watched her for a few seconds, then plopped on the bed and immediately drifted off.

I dreamed that I was in a very old, dusty house that looked like it had once been very fancy.

Standing in the middle of what looked to be an old-fashioned kitchen were two of the oddly dressed men.

I recognized the first one, he was the man who we had first heard talking to his wife. He had brown hair and brown eyes, but he didn't look like someone you would really remember seeing.

The second man had bright orange hair and wore a very confused look on his face.

"Arthur," the first man said, "I'm telling you that he looked just like Potter. Same hair and same eyes.

This other boy wasn't wearing glasses and I couldn't see his forehead, but I don't think he had a scar. And nobody could recognize the girl he was with."

The other man, Arthur, replied, "Albus revealed that he was bringing Harry to the burrow tomorrow night , and that he was still with the Dursley's. I am not sure who these two are, but we should find out, especially before you-know-who does."

He shuddered slightly when he said the last part.

"Send Kingsley to tail them until we know more. He is the best auror in the ministry." This came from the first man.

Someone started to walk down the stairs. "The meeting is about to start," The woman called.

The first man was about to reply when I felt a jolt on my Achilles heel. I shot awake and heard Annabeth say, "Percy, I need you to make a mist so I can talk to Leo."

I waved my hand and caused water from the bathroom to create a mist. I closed my eyes and kept the water going until I heard Annabeth say, "Thanks so much. Send it with Hermes' Express Delivery Service."

As soon as I heard that I stopped the mist and fell back asleep.

Harry PoV

Hogwarts is starting early?

I stared at the letter from Hermione, which claimed that for safety reasons, the Hogwarts term would start 3 weeks early, which was in 5 days. I was stunned, but at the same time incredibly excited.

Hogwarts is my real home, the only place where I don't feel like an outcast. The only problem that I can think of is that if the school term starts in less than a week, how will I get there, and when can I buy my supplies?

The Daily Prophet, the wizard newspaper, is on the floor next to my bed. Everything in there is about how Voldemort is back and that I am the Chosen One, destined to defeat him.

It is really getting on my nerves. All through last year, the ministry tried to pass me off as an attention-seeking idiot who just wanted to cause trouble, and now that same ministry is trying to sell me as the hero.

I wonder where Hedwig, my owl, is? She flew off last night and still isn't back. I look through my trunk, which is open on the floor.

I pull out the Maurauders Map and tap it with my wand, saying, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

It opens up and reveals the familiar corridors, rooms and passages of Hogwarts. I saw Filch's name next to a set of footprints that were pacing back and forth. Snape was in his office in the dungeons, most likely plotting ways to make the lives of Gryffindor students miserable. (A/N What would Snape do in his free time?)

I was surprised to see Dumbledore and McGonagall in his office, talking to none other than Kingsely Shacklebolt. I started to wonder what they were talking about when in flew Hedwig, carrying a letter from Dumbledore. I gave Hedwig some treats and water, and then opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I hope that you have had an enjoyable summer.

"With the Dursleys? That is not possible," I thought to myself.

As you have likely heard, The Hogwarts term will begin much earlier than usual. I have no doubt that you figured out that this is because of the return of Lord Voldemort.

I will be coming later this evening to take you to the Burrow, where the Weasley family awaits you.

Please notify your Aunt and Uncle and be prepared to leave once I arrive.

I have more to discuss with you, but we shall do it face to face.

I will see you shortly,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

What do you think?

Dumbledore's name is really cool

Sorry if i didn't get the British people right.

If anyone feels really annoyed with that, Review and give me suggestions!

Use google translate for greek

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