WARNING: slightly graphic scene in this chapter
"Get your filthy butt over here, Jackson!" Clarisse snarled like a wild boar across the yard.
Clarisse was a second year Gryffindor, brash and feral, strong and threatening. She was built to carry a thousand pounds or pull a car across the country. Her stringy mouse-brown hair clung to her sweat ridden forehead as if it were glue. Her crooked teeth showed in just the slightest, just enough to give her an even more fearsome look.
And she was after Percy.
"I-I swear I didn't mean to!" Percy shouted, barely suppressing the laughter bubbling in the back of his throat. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but the hilarity of the situation gave them a slight tremor, not unnoticeable to Clarisse. She grew even more infuriated with the eleven-year-old.
So Percy may have been 'practicing' his magic, but he swore that he hadn't meant to hit the Gryffindor bully with a hex. At least, that's what he told Professor Tantalus, when he was roughly grabbed by the collar of his robe and brought into the teacher's room for a punishment. Luckily, Percy got off with only two nights of detention. It was worth it to see the sight of Clarisse in front of him.
From her head, two horns sprouted and made her look like a crazed beast or maybe even the devil himself. They were a slightly lighter color than her hair and just as thick as her meaty arms. A group of kids started to gather around the two young wizards, snickering at the sight of Clarisse and her horns. Oh, what a wonder Anteocultia could do.
A good 20 feet remained between the two, but Clarisse inched her way forward in short angry stomps.
"I. Said. Get. Your. Butt. Over. Here. Jackass." Each word flung from her mouth was punctuated with another stomp.
Percy finally released the giant laugh growing inside of him. The horns made the scene all the more comical and despite Calrisse's four inch height advantage and bulk, Percy didn't feel a speck of fear from her. That was until she grabbed him into a headlock so tight he struggled fro breath.
"Let me go Clarisse!" Percy struggled against her grip, gasping for breath. He tried desperately to pull her arms off of his neck.
By now they had drawn quite a crowd. Percy saw the kids looking upon the scene with mixed stares; some were frightful, but others were... pitiful? He saw more than just a few looking at him in pity and concerned.
Among the crow Percy spotted Grover teetering nervously. His hands wrung in anxiousness. Percy could tell he wanted to interfere as Percy kicked and twisted within Clarisse's grip, but he proved to be too fearful.
More surprisingly, he saw Annabeth. Not only that her usually cool face matched the ones with the rest of the crowd. Why did everyone look so scared for him? A sudden cold fear chilled Percy's blood and bones.
"Clarisse stop!" Percy yelled when she started to drag him across the grass. He pounded on her thick and calloused skin with his more wimpy fists.
"What's that, punk? Begging, are we?" Her gravelly voice was more animal than it was girl. Honestly, Percy wouldn't be surprised if she was part animal. Or mostly animal.
She continued dragging him and he continue to struggle. Where were teachers when you needed them?
The feuding duo approached the daunting iron doors of an entrance back to the school.
"Clarisse! No, stop it!" A girl's voice called out.
Percy strained to turn his head a fraction of an inch to see who the owner of the voice was (despite him already knowing). Annabeth Chase was standing only feet away from them, her eyes frantic in defense for Percy.
"Shut it, Chase. If Percy wants to be funny then he can face his own consequences like a man."
Annabeth despaired back into the crowd, sending a look of sorrow Percy's way. Now, Percy was truly scared. What could be so bad that even Annabeth Chase would keep him from? Him and her were practically enemies at this point. Their dislike for one another had grown into a deep set hatred over the months. In fact, their last civil conversation had been that strange, almost vulnerable one on Christmas day three months ago.
Percy continued to fight against Clarisse hopelessly all the way she dragged him down the gray, stony hallway.
His eyes widened in the approach of the girl's bathroom door. He had heard the stories of this particular bathroom. He heard of the toilet. The toilet that had been hexed 30 years ago by a gifted student so it could never be cleaned. A practical joker, a boy seeking revenge on a girl. A hex so complex that even the teachers were unable to lift it. The toilet festered over time, becoming more and more disgusting each year, each day, each minute. No one ever used the bathroom as the smell was so retched no one could stand it. Percy understood now why the students had given him looks of sympathy. He wanted to give himself a look of sympathy.
Clarisse must do this to anyone that ticks her off.
The door ominously creaked open. The pungent odor of the room immediately assaulted his nose. He felt the rise of bile in his esophagus. All Percy wanted to do was sprint away from this face and never turn back.
"See this is gonna teach you lesson Jackson!" Clarisse bitched. Her face just inches from Percy's, aggressiveness radiating from every pore in her skin, all the way from her inner, rotten core.
The terrible scent and fear encompassed Percy's mind. He felt his thoughts go blank, it seemed over exaggerated for all he was about to be given was a swirly, but it was much more than just a swirly. It was swirly in a grimy toilet with 30 years worth of collected dirt and germs.
A pleasant tingling sensation filled his fingertips. A buzz droned its way through his body. His heartbeat raced skyward a the speed of light. Lines of white sprang up in his peripheral vision. Percy's fear dissipated away, replaced with a lively energy of anger and irritation. Clarisse would not humiliate him like this.
She was a bully and he had schooled her. When she decided to pick on a girl in his grade for not being able to mount a broomstick, Percy just had to make her look like her personality did. He delivered her justice and he wasn't about to let that all fall.
The sensation he felt burst out of him like a grenade. A monotone, ear-piercing buzz filled his ears. Percy didn't know what happened, but when he found himself a safe distance away from Clarisse. And Clarisse... She was drenched in a brown, murky sludge. An offensive odor emitted itself from every fiber of her being.
Her face was pure rage and disgust. She roared in fury and Percy scrambled his way out of the bathroom, running down the hallway. He turned to return outside knowing Clarisse would follow and she'd create a fool of herself in front of the whole school. There would be whispers for days about Clarisse and her unfortunate instance with the hexed toilet.
A giddy laughter fell from Percy's laugh. He felt amazing. He felt liberated; like all the troubles vanished in that one instance.
He opened the door upon hearing Clarisse call out his name like a death sentence, but his delight remained flourishing inside of him.
Percy was watching as Clarisse made her way down the hall way like a grotesque oaf.
He was just about to exit, that is until Professor Tantalus stood in the door way, looming like the grim reaper.
Percy's big, goofy grin fell from his face placed with outright fear. Tantalus' thin face showed complete and utter disaproval.
"Mr. Jackson, what is the meaning of this?" Tantalus tsked, peering at Clarisse dripping in questionable liquids. She crossed her arms over her body and a smug smirk displayed itself on her lips. She knew he was going to be in trouble.
"Come to my office, Perseus."
Percy gave a defeated, resigned sigh and followed Tanatlus as he beckoned him down the hallway.
"See you later, Jackass." Clarisse tauntingly whispered as Percy passed her and her foul smell.
He shot her a glare, hopefully worthy of Annabeth.
At least he wasn't the one that smelled like garbage while sporting animal horns.
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"So, Mr. Jackson, you are telling me that you did not use the water-making spell, Aguamenti on Clarisse La Rue this afternoon? You do realize that she was covered in toilet water, right? And I highly doubt she would do such a thing to herself." Professor Tantalus interrogated Percy about the day's previous incident.
"I swear, Professor! I've never even heard of that spell. I was just scared and this feeling washed through me. Then, what do you know, Clarisse is covered in gross toilet water." Percy claimed in his defense. He wasn't lying either, he never cast a spell or intentionally did that to Clarisse. Not that he was very disappointed with the outcome.
"Yes, what do you know." Tantalus said with the hiss of a snake. "Well, Mr. Jackson, all things considered I'm afraid you will have to account fr today's happenings. Clarisse is making a claim against you and she has been a fine student here at Hogwarts. Hardly ever in trouble, while you tend to show difficulties Mr. Jackson. In fact s student once reported seeing you in the Forbidden Forest once. Now, there was no basis for this claim so we dismissed it, but this will not be so easily shooed away"
Percy slumped in the uncomfortable dark oak, school chair. Of course he had been seen! It was just his luck.
"For your punishment, I will have to rather unfortunately take 30 points away from Slytherin and see you in here for two nights of detention. Consider this generous, Mr. Jackson, I could have been much more severe, but seeing as this is your first time to misbehave we will not be so harsh. Now, please leave my office and go back to your dormitory."
Percy grumbled a undeserving thank you and exited the damp office. Despite the punishment he still felt a sense of pride. Even if he really hadn't meant to cause the toilet explosion on Clarisse it was still quite a sight to see. Two days of detention wasn't too bad and 30 points could be made up. A faint trace of a smile made it's way to Percy's rosy lips.
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"Hey G-Man! Big game tonight, right?" Percy greeted Grover happily.
His last day of detention was over and Percy was excited to see his best friend. Grover had made the position of chaser on the Hufflepuff quidditch team and their game against Gryffindor was the next day. Gryffindor was notorious for a brutal and amazing team that played hard and almost always won. Hufflepuff was an excellent team too with training every chance they got, but unfortunately the best players had graduated from Hogwarts the previous yer and Hufflepuff's notability in the sport was falling.
Grover gave a nervous smile and a small bleat-like laugh. His curly brown hair poked out from his signature Rasta cap and his yellow and black tie was slightly rumpled.
"Yea, I guess as ready as I'll ever be. But how can we be ready when Gryffindor has Beckendorf and Clarisse as their beaters? Have you even seen the size of their muscles." To emphasize the point Grover's eyes got comically wide and he shook his head in somewhat phony fear.
Percy clapped the older boy on the back.
"You'll do great! You've won against Slytherin and we fight dirty." Percy encouraged his friend.
"Thanks, Perce." Grover said and after a moment of hesitation asked, "Do you think I could borrow your Shoewing? I- I know it's a lot to ask, but I want to have my best performance and those brooms are just terrific."
"Yea, no problem at all!"
"Really?! Thanks so much, Percy you're the best!" Grover's lips spread into a wide grin and Percy gave one right back in response.
After all it wasn't like he could use the broom anyways, he was only just learning to fly.
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The rain splattered hard on the crowd in big, plump drops. The wind howled through the early spring air like a ghost of the recent winter. Students pulled their scarves tighter around themselves trying to preserve what little warmth they had.
The game didn't start out pleasant and the overcast weather presented a depress feeling over the school, mellowing out the joy and excitement for quidditch, though it did not keep Percy from cheering for his best friend like a rowdy child. His hands and fingers were numb from the freezing temperatures but he kept on clapping anyways.
Silena was beside him decked out in red and gold. She was cheering for her boyfriend, Beckendorf, and her best friend, Clarisse. It still amazed Percy how a person as sweet as Silena could befriend someone as crude and barbaric as Clarisse. When people say opposites attract, they really aren't kidding.
Hufflepuff was in the lead after a penalty knocked Gryffindor down. Clarisse had made a face shot towards another beater on the Hufflepuff team. The girl she knocked down was petite with a long caramel braid flowing down her back in grace. She didn't appear to be beater material, but she showed her determination and strength in the game and was a fierce competitor. The girl was now lying in the infirmary with a bloody, possibly broken nose.
A small break in the clouds allowed a sliver a sunshine to dawn on the fliers just as Grover was about to throw the quaffle into one of Gryffindor's gold hoop.
When the keeper dodged to keep the ball from scoring, anxiety built up in Percy, he wanted so badly for Grover to win. When the keeper missed he couldn't contain his gleeful shout. Hufflepuff was winning and all they needed to do now was catch the snitch. It was easier said than done.
The Hufflepuff seeker had the small winged ball just within her grasp, but the fast flier flew out from her fingertips at just the last second. A collective 'aww' rang out from Hufflepuff supporters, but did not inhibited their enthusiasm for the rest of the game.
Travis provided commentary for the game along with a few sly, subtle marks that could easily go unnoticed by attending professors.
It was nearly ten minutes after the seeker almost caught the snitch that something odd had happened. Gryffindor scored three more goals and Hufflepuff one, putting them at a tie when Grover stared jerking in the air. At first it appeared he had just lost his balance for a second but after a few more moments the jerking of the broom continued and it was apparent it was not his doing.
The crowd stared in stunned silence, waiting for Grover to regain control. Even, the players halted a little, but continued playing, only with a little more weariness. Teachers were mumbling if they should do something, but ultimately decided it would be interfering with the game and therefore, cheating.
This decision proved to be bad one as Grover yelled, "HELP!" and tumbled off the broomstick.
A collective gasp rang through the crowd and all the players stopped as the boy fell to the ground. The professors were scrambling to do something, but in those precious seconds it wasn't the adults that were the saviors.
Percy rushed forward, adrenaline pumping in tsunamis throughout his body from the fear of his friend's endangerment. He pushed his wand dramatically out in front of him, robes swishing behind his back from the sudden arm movement and shouted with the force of a hurricane, "WINGADARIUM LEVIOSA!"
Grover stilled in the air, levitating only inches from the ground. The broomstick plowed itself into the ground, instantly breaking apart. Panting, Percy gently lowered his suspended friend to the ground. The crowd was shocked into silence. Yes, a young wizard could perform the levitation spell, but none were powerful enough to use it on a person especially in such a spontaneous fashion.
Murmurs filled the desolate air, even the wind died down in the powerful event. Friends whispered to friends and teachers whispered to teachers, but none took their eyes off of Percy Jackson. He stood there awkwardly unsure what he did to astound the crow, unsure what to do now. He caught the eye of Luke, but his eyes were dark and his facial contracted into what looked like anger, or neatly confined rage. Luke looked away, his blue eyes still sparked with that oddity.
Percy gulped, he felt his Adam's apple bob in and out. His hands started to shake slightly, he didn't like this kind of attention. Some students even looked afraid of him. By now Percy had gotten used to some nasty glares when wearing his house colors, but never had he'd seen a person look like a deer in headlights because of him. And it scared. It scared him much more than he'd like.
He felt someone grip is his elbow and felt a harsh whisper in his ear.
"Come to my office right now, kid. Professor Chiron is already waiting there."
It was the headmaster himself. The purplish black curls on his head were dulled in the gray light, all sunlight had disappeared from the scene. Percy, still shell-shocked, followed Professor Dionysus in a daze. He couldn't remember walking back in the school. He couldn't remember Dionysus speaking the password to enter his office. He barely even knew he was sitting in a seat until he felt the sleek leather beneath him.
"What kind of games are you playing kid?" Dionysus glared at Percy.
At this point Percy was just annoyed. The confusion and shock washed away in an instant with the headmaster's words. He was used to this, teachers always blaming him for everything. Teachers always playing him out as the bad guy. He wouldn't take it anymore. Not this time.
"I believe I just saved my best friend from near death while the professors here stood around like mindless bimbos." Percy spat.
Chiron shot Percy a look of warning mixed with concern.
"Listen, Peter, you won't talk to me like that. You've got serious powers, but it's probably just because of your daddy. You know I know Poseidon, in fact I talk to him on a weekly basis. And he hasn't asked about you once. Don't disrespect me, kid, because I can do so much more." Dionysus' watery blues eyes blazed with internal fire. For a man no taller than five foot, he seemed to take up the whole room.
Percy felt his blood boiling with the hot fire of red anger. He didn't even bother to correct his name from Peter to Percy, instead he leaped from the smooth char and brought his face just a centimeter away from the man's.
"Don't you dare talk about my father! Besides I don't give a crap about him, he abandoned me and my mother a long time ago. He can go to hell for all I care. And may I remind you that I'm only eleven years old and I can perform magic more powerful than fourth years!" With that Percy left the office, unafraid of any consequences. The only reason he didn't want to be kicked out was he wanted to have one year to not disappoint his mom. Well, at least if he got kicked out he wouldn't have to deal with that old sot, Dionysus.
The last thing Percy heard leaving the office was an exhausted and overwhelmed sigh from Professor Chiron before the heavy thump! of the wooden door.
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Percy was walking back to the Slytherin common room, still fuming over the recent events. He hadn't even been able to see if Grover was all right. At least he wasn't dead, Percy thought.
Grumbling and mumbling Percy made his way through the corridors when something outside the window caught his eye. Curiosity brought him to look out and see. There was nothing there. Percy shrugged to himself, it was probably just paranoia. He was a little on edge after casting that spell.
"What are you looking for?" A low voice asked, startling Percy.
Percy, with hair still standing on the back of his neck from the surprise, turned around to see Luke. He sighed in relief to see his good friend.
"Oh, hey, Luke. I wasn't looking at anything, just though I saw something. Must be all the nerves from the game." Percy gave him a sheepish smile.
Luke clapped his hand on Percy's shoulder and gave him a proud smile. His scar was almost nonexistent when he smiled, it was shadowed out in the blinding light of Luke's pearly white teeth. This look was so much different from the one Percy saw at the game, he wondered what that was about.
"That was really awesome, what you did today. You're a real hero, Percy." Luke said.
Percy beamed, but was also slightly bashful. He really looked up to Luke and for him to compliment him like that was really awesome.
"Thanks, but it was really nothing. Just spells we've been learning in class."
"Nothing!" Luke exclaimed. "I couldn't even do that. Say why don't we go out to the Forest and have ourselves a little party? I smuggled in some muggle soda." Luke gave Percy an impish grin.
Percy rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't know, Luke. We really shouldn't go, it's off limits to students."
"Nah, it'll be fine. I go there all the time and besides we don't want other people taking our stuff." Luke said at ease, not an ounce of worry of getting in trouble.
"Yea, okay, I guess so then." Percy said.
The boys walked down to the edges of the forest, merrily talking. Luke didn't mention the fear of the audience after Percy showed his powers and he was thankful for that. It was good to just get his mind off recent events. Everything was slamming into Percy. He just wanted to be normal, he never wanted to be a wizard.
"Here, just follow me." Luke said as they entered the foreboding, dim forest, finger like trees lining the path.
For some reason the path felt familiar to Percy, as if he'd been the way before, but... he'd only been in the Forbidden Forest once. What were the chances he'd go down the same path? Very little.
"So, where'd you get the soda from? I haven't had a coke in ages." Percy said, eyes wandering around the breath-taking scenery. The forest was eerily beautiful.
"Oh, just around..." Luke said not fully concentrating on Percy.
They walked further into the dense forest until Luke came to a stop.
Percy recognized the area. It was where Annabeth went and slumped against a tree and cried, and cried, and cried. Luke seemed particularly interested in that same tree too.
Percy started to turn towards Luke.
"Luke, what are we doing..." Percy didn't get to finish what he was saying when a fist connected with his jaw.
Luke threw a solid punch and Percy was knocked fully backwards onto his bottom.
"Stupefy!" Luke yelled, pointing his wand towards Percy.
Percy felt all his limbs, all his muscles, all his cells lock into place. He couldn't move. Panic clouded his thought. What was Luke doing? Why was Luke doing this?
"Now listen close." Luke growled.
"I have a story to tell." His words were full of malice. "You see this tree." He gestured towards the tree Annabeth had been wallowing over. "This isn't just a tree. This is a horcrux, Percy. What's a horcrux?, you say. Well, Percy. A horcrux is one of the darkest forms of magic. My best friend created this horcrux." Luke sneered, his scar was the epitome of evil, glistening with malevolence.
Percy wished with all his might that he could move, at least shout for help.
"But I'll start from the beginning." A chaotic grin crossed the blonde's face. "My father is Hermes, he works as apart of the International Magical Trading Standards Body. Hardly ever home, that bastard. He left me to grow up with my mother. I loved my mother, more than anything else." Luke seemed genuine about this, for a quick second sadness spread on his face, but was quickly vanquished. "But she has... disabilities. She was born with the gift of prophecy, but it drover her mad, seeing the future does not do well on the mind. She's in St. Mungo's now, a good place for her.
"I raised myself, Percy. My father didn't give two shits about me. Then, I found others just like me, ignored and abandoned by their parents. That includes Annabeth and Grover, but they're not important. What's important, is Thalia. Thalia Grace was the daughter of our, dear Minister of Magic, Zeus Olympus. Quite a scandal that girl was. Zeus cheated on his beloved wife, Hera, with a mere mortal. A Hollywood superstar in fact, Beryl Grace."
Percy wondered why Luke was telling him all this, why any of it mattered.
Luke continued on with his story, tauntingly waving his wand carelessly around, asserting his power over Percy. Yea, like he really needed to do that, Percy couldn't even move.
"Thalia's father treated her even worse than mine. Sure, mine didn't pay me any attention, but Zeus constantly told her how she was a mistake. How he wished she was born a muggle so he wouldn't have to care for her. He treated her like she was worse than the filth on the bottom of her shoes.
"Her mom wasn't any better. She cared more for an alcoholic beverage than her own daughter. So, Thalia rebelled. She went to the Dark Arts, It was little things at first, torturing bugs, but then it got a bit larger and finally they sent the dementors after her to take her to Azkaban. She was only 14 at the time. She knew beforehand what she was getting into so she created herself a horcrux.
"Now, Percy, a horcrux is created through murder and splits the human soul in two. Do you want to know who she murdered Percy?"
Percy really wanted to shake his head no.
"She murdered her mother. She hated that woman and used her life to save her own. This tree," Luke said patting the bark of the tree gently, "Is her horcrux. After making her horcrux she jumped off a cliff and killed herself. And using this, I'll resurrect her." He fiddled his wand like a blade. His shoulders were relaxed, but his arms were tense. He was trying to create a persona of cool, calm, and collected, but Percy could see the tension and rage building up in him.
"To resurrect a person from a horcrux, you need a few ingredients including... the bone of the father." Luke pulled out a plastic bag with a small fragment of an ivory solid inside. "You don't even want to know how I got this from Zeus." Luke shook his head and let out a small laugh like this was all some type of joke.
Percy shuddered on the inside. He couldn't fathom that this was the same Luke he looked up to. This Luke... this Luke was insane, a maniac parading in a sane person's clothing. Percy couldn't even believe that these events were true; magic was easier to accept as real.
"And then we also need flesh of the servant. That's a little hard to come by, but still I managed. It's just too bad it left Ethan without an eye." Luke devilishly smirked.
That must have been why Ethan was acting so funny the week of Christmas break, he must've formed an alliance with Luke then. Come to think of it... Percy hadn't seen his roommate in a while. He hadn't even noticed the boy's absence.
"And finally we need blood of the enemy. That's where you come in, Perseus."
Out of a pocket in his robe Luke pulled a gleaming gold dagger. Inscriptions were made all along the handle, it was an ancient rune in itself.
Percy really wouldn't mind being able to move at this point. His blossoming thoughts of terror bounced back and forth against the walls of his skull. Luke crept towards him like a cat on its prey.
"Now, please hold still." Luke grinned, his canines particularly pointy.
The knife dragged along Percy's skin in jagged movements. White hot pain gripped Percy's heart and if it weren't for the Stupefy spell Percy would have cried out in agonizing pain.
Luke cut through more skin than necessary, letting the blood roll down his body in iron scented streams. He cut along his collar bone and his left arm.
Luke collected the droplets in a small vile.
Satisfied, Luke closed the vile shut and gave one last jab at Percy with the dagger.
"Thank you for your compliance Percy. This would have been a lot easier if you were on that broomstick of yours. You know I cursed it and gave it to you so you'd fly on it and kill yourself. That was my original plan anyways. I'd just collect the blood from your dead body. But then you gave it to Grover so that was a no go." Luke stared right at Percy in the eye and Percy was forced to stare back. Percy really wanted his mom of all things. He was just a kid, an eleven-year-old and he was absolutely, purely terrified.
The intense pain blurred Percy's senses. He could faintly hear Luke's voice sprouting incantations. He could hardly notice blooming lights and colors. He just detected the slight shake of the earth beneath his body.
Percy knew he would die soon. He would die scared and alone in a strange place. It was horrible ending.
The wounds become too much to bear and his conscience began to slip through his grip. Just as black consumed all his vision and he was sure death was to greet him, a feminine voice rang through his ears.
It sounded like Annabeth.
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Percy woke up with a pounding in his head and aching, agitated throb throughout his body. He felt as though a bulldozer ran over him. Repeatedly.
Muffled voices began to invade his hearing.
"Yes... Thalia...No... in the Gryffindor..." A gruff man's voice said. It appeared to be Professor Chiron.
Percy strained to hear more.
"Will he be alright?" This one was Grover.
"He'll be fine, that stupid Seaweed Brain." Oh. Annabeth was here.
Percy tried to hear more, but fell back into his deep, peaceful slumber.
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Percy awoke fully three days later. He was greeted by Madame Hygenia and given a letter from his mother, telling him how worried she is and wanting to see him so badly. Percy pretended not to see the tear stains.
A few hours after waking up, Professor Chiron along with Professor Dionysus and Annabeth came to greet Percy.
They talked about what happened in the woods just days ago. Percy told all that he could remember and was informed that Annabeth had followed the pair after Luke had been acting suspicious. Aurors were now after Luke as he posed a very dangerous threat.
Percy finally told Chiron about the occurrence at Ollivander's Wand Shop.
"Percy, there's something you need to know." Chiron said, obviously in dismay. His wise old eyes would not meet Percy's lively sea green ones.
"There was a prophecy told of you many, many years ago. It was one of the many reasons you had to grow up in the muggle world. It stated you'd bring down a great evil."
"M-Me?" Percy asked shocked, everything was too overstimulating. All the new information too much to process.
"Yes, but let's not talk about that now. We're sending you home early this year. I'll ask for you to stay at my place this coming August to discuss more on this particular matter, but for now we will not let it trouble you. You have already been through too much stress."Chiron informed Percy.
"I can go home?"
"Yes your mother is expecting you in a week. She wanted me to tell you that she's safe, that he's not around any longer. I suppose that means something to you."
Percy internally beamed, he could go home and best of all, Gabe wouldn't be their to ruin it.
"So you didn't catch Luke?"
"No, Percy we did not."
"What about the Thalia girl?' Percy thought back to his conversation with Annabeth on Christmas. It was no wonder she didn't want to discuss her.
"Let us not worry about that now. Like I said in August we will discuss this more. Until then please try to not think of it. Or the events that took place in the Forbidden Forest. It is best to forget about those for now, at least until we can form a plan of action. For now, rest, Perseus Jackson." Chiron left the room, leaving Percy with a thousand questions. Questions that wouldn't be answered until August- months and months away.
But that didn't matter. Percy was finally going home.
SO this was my longest chapter I've written! I didn't proof read it so please excuse me if I've made mistakes! Thank you so so much for the reviews, they're wonderful! And sorry for not explaining everything, but that's for next chapter!