Hey again! So this isn't another chapter (I know, I'm really sorry). First I want to apologize to everyone that has been reading my story and has been enjoying it. So I think I might be done writing, it's not definite, but I'm just saying that don't be surprised if I don't update again. I hate doing this, but my heart just isn't in this anymore. This was one of my favorite writings and my longest. Again I'm so sorry for doing this, I hope you all understand. I did start writing chapter 9 so here's the piece that I wrote and if you'd like to know what I had planned I strongly encourage visiting my tumblr camphalforacle and searching for my " hogwarts au" and if you don't have a tumblr and still would like to know what I have planned, you can always message me. Thank you for reading this! You've all been so great :)
Here's the Chapter 9 beginning:
Percy was angry. He'd been angry since the moment he arrived home. He was angry that the house still carried the stench of Gabe and his ungodly cigars. He was angry that that stench still made his stomach quiver despite all danger being gone. He was angry that his mother was keeping him in the dark about what happened to Gabe, how she got him to leave. He was angry his father still hadn't contacted him, despite being inaugurated with the wizarding world. Most of all, Percy was angry at Chiron.
All summer he simmered over the fact that he wasn't allowed to even think of the wizard world. That he couldn't let his mind wander to his near death experience. His emotions of rage were an endless whirlpool right in his heart. He was much too mad for a boy who had only another month to turn twelve.
Sally tried to help him. She'd brought him to anger management classes, tried to keep him distracted, but nothing was working. So, Percy stewed and grumbled and mumbled and kept to himself, waiting and waiting for August to come. Waiting till he could vent everything out towards Chiron.
He knew it was unfair to his mother to act like this, but he just couldn't help it. He wanted to be able to know what was happening. What happened to the Thalia girl? Where did Luke go? What was Annabeth up to? Why did she care to save him? They didn't even like each other.
He had only two weeks to go until August 1st. Only two weeks until his return to magic. Two more weeks and he'd free every last drop of anger, rage, and fury. Two more weeks till his questions were answered. Percy already hated being told what to do, but telling him not to even think of something so drastic and important was beyond ridiculous.
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When August 1st arrived and Percy had his bags packed, anxiously awaiting Chiron's arrival with Sally sitting on the couch beside him, he realized he wasn't just mad at Chiron. He was furious and upset with Luke. Luke had been a role model to Percy. Luke had been one of his first friends. Percy had trusted Luke to great extents, and Luke only took that trust and snapped it in half like a twig. Percy did not like his trust being abused, people only got a one shot chance with it and Luke wasted his. Percy thought he might just have to ask Annabeth about that killing curse she spoke of, that is if she wasn't going to be annoying as she normally was.