Chapter 3

At the Airport

"Well, it's about time you got here."

Arizona jumped at the sound of Ron's sharp voice. She hadn't meaner to be late, honestly. She just got a little caught up in the activities Camp Half-Blood had to offer. And she was having such a good time with Draco and Liv and Chris (whom she had found out was her brother! Yay!) she just didn't want to leave. Well, after the whole war fiasco. But the whole 'dumping Percy and Annabeth into a river' thing had been quite amusing.

"Sorry," Arizo-Hermione mumbled. "I just was having a good time with my family. It was a nice escape." Yeah, a nice escape to a whole new world of problems. An even bigger one, if you asked her own personal opinion. But the wizarding world had a rather large problem nonetheless.

"Is Harry here yet?" Hermione asked hopefully. Harry would save her, wouldn't he? She means, he was always closer to her than Ron ever was.

"Hey, 'Mione," Harry greeted, emerging from the room behind Ron. "Had a good summer?"

"It was okay," Hermione said solemnly. She remembered Chris' insanity, betrayal, Percy's sort-of funeral, Annabeth's depression, Draco's fear, Liv's anger, and so much more.

"You don't have to whittle it down for us, Hermione," Ron smiled, becoming less stern and more friendly once again. "I was stuck here, Harry lives with the most muggle of muggles, so we need your happiness to make us feel better."

A traitorous tear slipped from Hermione's eye.

"'Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked.

"It's nothing," Hermione smiled wanly. "I was just thinking of how my..." The words died in her throat. All of a sudden everything about her felt dry. Her throat, her usually clammy hands, her eyes. She collapsed into a major coughing fit, sputtering and trying to swallow every chance she got.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry cried in unison. "Are you okay?"

She glared at them, coughing even more to show them that she was, in fact, not okay. Not okay at all. She knew what the source of his dryness was, and she was not amused once bit.

"Get...Mrs...Weasley..." Hermione spluttered. "And...water..."

Harry nodded, a concerned look on his face, before rushing to get some water and Mrs. Weasley. The redhead and the Boy Who Lived returned, gave Hermione the water. She gulped it down almost greedily, and marched out of number 12 Grimmauld Place, a furious look overtaking her features.

Ron and Harry cast a curious glance at Hermione and followed her as she wrote down a note on the edge of the fountain.

She glanced at them, bored, before turning around to face a muggle man in jogging clothes who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"This is for Drew," Hermione said, handing the note to the man.

The man's eyes flicked over the note. "Revenge!" He cried happily. "This has been happening to your entire cabin, not counting the, uh, traitors."

Hermione gave the man a look suspended between happiness and melancholy before he nodded at her and jogged off screaming, "Maia!"

"What was that note?" Harry asked.

"A curse," Hermione replied easily.

"But you can't curse muggles!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione paused, directing a taken aback look at Ron. "Of course not! This is something minor but annoying. Like a rhyming curse. That was really annoying. Besides, this is only in return for the 30 second dehydration curse a bitch put on me."

Ron and Harry stared at Hermione for a few seconds, who boldly stared right back.

"Kids!" Arthur Weasley strode in, a smile on his freckled face. "We're going to aerobics port to pick up the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher."

"Huh?" Harry grunted dumbly.

"I believe you mean the airport, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said. "Are we going by apparation?"

"Even better!" Arthur exclaimed jauntily. "By car!"

Ron perked up while Hermione and Harry slumped their shoulders lazily. Honestly, they were both expecting something better than that.

The Weasleys crammed inside of a magically expanded car before speeding away, no doubt above the speed limit.

Percy was having a good day.

Or at least he had been having a good day. The blue cherry coke was delicious. The water was warm and shining. Annabeth was happy and nice to him and they had finally started dating. Chris' mental stability was perfectly fine and he was most definitely no longer a traitor. Clarisse was too lovesick to give anyone swirlies (not that she didn't hurt them in other ways). It was bliss, it was perfect, it was a miracle.

Sad thing about miracles was that they never lasted long.

Chiron had pulled him aside where he saw the fuming daughter of Athena, Olivia "Liv" White, and the neutral son of nobody-knew-but-Thalia-Liv-and-Arizona, Draco Malfoy.

He had been briefly and quickly introduced to the wizarding world. Something about him teaching at a school named Hogsnorts? In all honesty, Percy wasn't paying attention.

Draco had been staring placidly at Percy the entire time, trying to analyze how he'd take the admittedly shocking news. His silvery eyes flickered between gray and a stormy blue and Percy was positive Draco's hair had darkened at one point.

"...Do you understand, Percy?" Liv demanded forcefully.

Percy paused before finally replying, "...What? Oh, yeah, of course."

"He wasn't listening," Draco deadpanned.

Percy shrugged sheepishly, offering Liv a hesitant smile. The daughter of Athena, in turn, turned as red as a tomato, and Percy was almost certain she literally saw red because of how angry she looked. Draco stared at his friend in surprise.

"THAT'S IT! I GIVE UP!" Liv threw her hands up in the air, steam practically whistling out of her ears. "HE'S JUST A STUPID SON OF POSEIDON!"

Percy felt his expression harden. Whenever Annabeth or one of his friends called him an idiot, they meant it teasingly. But the way Liv said it indicated she truly believed he was a shallow meathead who only survived so long because he had Annabeth to help him out.

"You don't know me," Percy hissed lowly. "So don't judge me."

Liv's expression softened, and she looked like she was about to say something to make up for it before deciding otherwise. Her mouth clamped shut and she stormed out, muttering things under her breath.

Draco stared after his friend, a contemplative look on his face turning back to Percy.

"I'll tell you on the way to London," the younger boy said. "But you should know something." Here, Draco smirked. "You have to get on a plane."

If Percy's mind hadn't been with Liv storming out like that, he was sure that he would've screamed in horror.

"So how do muggles fly, again?" Ron asked.

"I really don't feel like explaining it again, Ron," Hermione said softly, a hint of exasperation creeping into her tone. "I've already explained it to you three times."

Ron nodded before turning back to his father. "So who are we looking for?"

"A man with black hair and-" George (or Fred, Hermione could never tell).

"Green eyes, named-" Fred (or George) continued.

"Let me guess," Hermione cut in, in a joking manner. "His name is Perseus "Percy" Jackson. He's sixteen years old, and he's coming here from America."

The Weasley Twins stared Hermione, their eyes wide and their jaws slack.

"Ex-" one began.

"Xactly!" The other finished.

"Blimey, Hermione, how did you know?" Ginny inquired.

"It was a joke!" Hermione cried. "I was just describing a boy I know from my vacations to America during the summer!"

"Well, it was very spot-on," Harry remarked, gazing at the blurs of the landscape passing by as the car sped on. "Do you think it's the same person?"

"Of course it is," Hermione said, leaning back in her seat. "The description was so ridiculously detailed and specific, who else could it be?"

Harry shrugged.

The car slowed to a stop in the middle next to the painted red line next to the sidewalk. A policeman glared at Arthur Weasley as he stepped out of the driver's seat merrily, whistling a jaunty tune as he opened the rest of the car doors. Not even bothering to close the doors, Arthur carried on as the rest of his family stepped out and walked over to the doors.

Hermione and Harry glanced at each other worriedly.

"You have your driver's license in America, right?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head. "But I am actually very experienced with getaway cars, so I'll just be a moment, okay Harry?"

Hermione patted his cheek affectionately before slamming all of the car doors shut, jumping into the driver's seat, and speeding off before the policeman could give her a ticket, despite his loud whistling.

"Since when did Hermione break the rules?" Harry queried, dumbfounded.

"Harry, hurry up!" Ron shouted, waving him over from inside the airport through the glass doors. "Where's Hermione?"

"She'll be back," Harry said, looking at the roads through his peripheral vision.

Percy was annoyed.

Draco's fingers were rapping against the glass windows and a smile never left the blond's face as Percy continuously vomited into the trash can. Parents passed by, covering their children's eyes. Children stared at him curiously. Teenagers wrinkled their noses in disgust while typing away on their phones.

Liv was staring, bored, out of the huge, glass walls at the airplanes taking off, seemingly playing "I Spy" with herself.

"You done?" Draco inquired, amused.

Percy was amazed at how quickly he and Liv picked up the accents once they landed in London. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, decidedly ignoring Liv and Draco wrinkling their noses in disgust, he nodded, still feeling a bit nauseous.

"Come on," Draco said jadedly, walking casually over to the baggage claim.

Percy glared at his trunk and all of the strange glances it received because, honestly. Who traveled with a trunk these days?

Lifting the trunk out with only one arm, Percy placed it on the ground with a rather soft thud.

"Show off," Liv snorted. Percy merely rolled his eyes in response, not quite yet forgiving her for her outburst earlier.

"There they are," Draco said, his eyes flitting over to the red headed family talking animatedly to one another. "I should probably leave."

"NO," both Percy and Liv said loudly in unison. "Do not leave us alone."

Draco tried to suppress his smirk, ultimately failing, and ended up laughing anyway. Percy and Liv soon joined in. Why? Well, simply because laughter is contagious.

"Now, please," Percy gave Draco his best puppy-dog look which no one could ever resist, not even Draco.

"Ugh, fine," Draco caved. "Let's go talk to some weasels."

"Weasels?" Percy asked Liv, arching an eyebrow.

"Inside joke," said Liv. "Right, Ferret?"

"Shut up."

Ok, sorry for not updating in a while. It just takes me a while to write the chapters, what with all of my homework, other fanfics, QuizUp, etc... I hope you liked it. Also, I was wondering if you would like me to write a Pretty Little Liars AU for PJO. Where Piper is Alison, Annabeth is Spencer, etc... I haven't worked out all of the details. It's been swimming around in my head for a while now.

Anyways, let's try for 15 reviews and I'll update as soon as possible.

kisses,

~Miyako