Author's Note: New chapter!

Percy

When Percy finally woke up, he found himself in a dark room, with must thick in the air. He couldn't recall what happened, and he didn't have any indication of how long he had been unconscious. He tried to sit up, but as soon as he did so it felt like his head was being attacked with needles.

Well, that failed quickly.

Percy groaned in pain, but mustered the strength to push himself up, nearly passing out in the process. Once he felt stable enough he attempted to stand up, but that resulted in him falling face first on the floor. Of course, someone chooses to walk into the room right at that moment.

"I'm supposed to tell you tha- Uh...Why are you snogging the floor?" A freckled, red headed guy asked, standing in the doorway.

"I fell," Percy groaned, standing up shakily.

"Okay then...Anyways, it's time for dinner," he said, before walking away.

Percy sighed, and picked up a broken shard of glass from the floor, and examined his reflection. When he looked into the glass, he saw a guy coated in dry blood, with dust and dirt coating his hair, and ripped clothing. He saw the scars on his face, his arms, all over his body, each a memory.

Maybe he should have noticed it weeks ago, after the Giant war ended, but his eyes were scary. The dark circles under them made the sea green color more prominent, but that just added to the pain and grief they held. In a way, they started to look like Chiron's, with the appearance of having seen everything.

Tartarus didn't help this notion, with the slightly haunted look it gave his eyes. They seemed to permanently darken, and glaze over slightly. Those orbs held the look of a wounded animal, but at the same time, a deadly, intense look. The kind of look that made you want to cower in your seat, because of the sheer power they held.

With a small jolt, Percy realized he wasn't that innocent little kid anymore. He wasn't that kid who wanted to save his mom from the Underworld. He wasn't the kid who worried over big problems that now seemed small. No. He was now the guy who was forced to grow up way too fast, even though he was only 16.

The guy who had seen far too much misery.

As he felt he was trapped in his own thoughts for far too long, he made his way down the stairs, not caring what these random people thought about him. Percy would have been more than happy to leave, but instead, these people practically kidnapped him for unknown reasons. Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

Suddenly, at that thought, his eyes widened comically. Annabeth. What would she be doing right now? Probably freaking out. Percy said that he wouldn't disappear again. And what did he do exactly? Disappear. Not that it's his fault, of course. Both times it was out of the demigods' control.

Still, that didn't help calm his nerves. What if something went wrong while he was gone? Percy would feel like it was his fault for not being there, even if he couldn't help it. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked into the dining room, where everyone stared at him. Shifting uncomfortably, he sank into a seat.

Everyone started to make up their plates, but Percy remained seated. For one thing, he was suspicious, and didn't know if the food could be poisoned or something. For another thing, there was no brazier for him to sacrifice food in. He would just figure it out later. After this, everyone started introducing themselves, some reluctant.

These people seemed bent on interrupting him.

"Help yourself, dear," Mrs. Weasly said, frowning at his state. "You look like you could use a meal."

Percy shook his head, "I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, but didn't say anything, which the demigod was grateful for. Percy was unnerved already, and the fact that he didn't know how he was injured didn't help. To top it off, the ambrosia he had was gone. Great. At least all of the adults ignored him now.

"So, where'd you come from?" Ron asked, shoving food in his mouth.

"America," Percy replied vaguely.

"What happened to you?" Hermione questioned, giving him an analyzing stare a bit like Annabeth's.

Percy shrugged, "I don't know."

"What do you mean, I don't know?" She demanded. "Did you lose your memory or something?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," he said, bitterness lacing his tone.

Just by Hermione bringing up memory loss, Percy was immediately reminded of Hera. She had took away his memory, and dropped him the middle of the Roman camp. He only remembered Annabeth, yet he was forced to go on a quest to free death. After the quest, a battle was fought and he became praetor. He was soon reunited with the Greeks.

"Are you a supporter of You-Know-Who?" Harry inquired, giving him a hard look.

"No, I don't know who," Percy deadpanned. "Can you tell me?"

"Voldemort," Hermione clarified in a low voice.

"Who in Hades is Voldemort?" Percy asked loudly. "And does his mother hate him? I mean, to give him that name..."

The people at the table immediately quieted down, and all heads turned towards him. Color filled Percy's cheeks, uncomfortable with all of the attention, even though he was used to it by now.

"You don't know who he is?" Sirius questioned, breaking the silence. "Do you know about the impending war?"

"Another war?" Percy groaned. "Great."

"Hold on," Mr. Weasley said. "There's more than one war going on?"

"No, one of them ended like, a year ago, and the other a few days ago," Percy corrected.

"You've been in two wars?" Tonks asked.

Percy nodded. "Yeah. Lucky isn't in my vocabulary."

Mrs. Weasly frowned. "And how old are you?"

"Sixteen," Percy replied. "I'll be seventeen in a week or two."

Several of the people looked astonished, but a lot of them still wore suspicious looks on their faces. Percy didn't care though, he was used to that as well. Besides, he was plenty suspicious too.

"Who were the wars against?" Hermione wondered. "And who led them?"

"Just two really bad people," Percy said. "And I led the first one, then me and some of my friends the other. As Annabeth would say, any other stupid questions?"

They all remained silent, processing the information he gave them. Percy didn't say who the wars were actually against, because he figured that these people weren't demigods. He didn't want to be labled as mental yet.

"So, are you enrolled at Hogwarts?" Harry questioned.

Percy nearly laughed. "Hogwarts? That sounds like a toad with a skin condition."

Several people snorted, but Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's a Wizarding School."

"And they couldn't give it a better name?" Percy asked. "First Voldemort, then this. I'm starting to wonder about this society."

"You're worse than Ron," she decided.

"Bloody hell Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. "You have no faith in me."

As Hermione was about to reply, Percy interrupted.

"Hell isn't bloody. At all," he said, knowing this from experience.

"I'm not going to ask."

Percy just shook his head, and got up from his chair. Before anyone could protest, he ran up the stairs and went back into his room. Already, he was trying to think of ways to escape. These people were supposedly wizards? Yeah, well, he needed to get back to camp. Especially before they make him enroll at Hogwarts.

He would not visit an infected toad if he had anything to say about it.

Author's Note: Yeah. I don't even know. :P Well, this was the longest chapter yet! :D Again, sorry if anyone is OOC. Like I said, I don't know the wizards as well as the demigods. I don't know what else to say...I KNOW!

Question: What was your favorite line from this chapter? Which was your favorite chapter?

I feel accomplished now...Bye!