For a second, we just stared at each other in shock, taking each other in. The girl, Hermione, seemed to analyze me in an almost Annabeth –like way, and noted riptide and Annabeth's dagger. Then, the small moment of peace was over.
Annabeth and I stumbled back as the teenagers waved their sticks, shouting strange gibberish. Balls of light shot out from their sticks and landed all around us leaving dark, sizzling burn marks on the trees and ground. I didn't know what those balls of light were, but I didn't want any touching me.
As we ran back, Annabeth stumbled on a tree root,
"Petrificus Totalus!" shouted Hermione, pointing her stick at Annabeth, and the ball of light caught her square in the back. I watched in shock as Annabeth's arms shot to her sides and her legs sprang together. She swayed on the spot for a moment then began to fall to the ground. I rushed over to catch her; she was stiff as a board. She wasn't dead, but she looked as if she had been bound by some invisible rope. Only her wide, terrifies, eyes could move back and forth.
I looked up in horror at the three strangers, in horror. They had cornered us, and all had their sticks pointed at me.
"W-who are you?!" I stuttered, "What did you do to Annabeth!? How did you get into this camp!?"
"Camp?' Hermione exclaimed, she lowered her stick and motioned for her friends to do the same. A tiny bubble of hope formed in my mind. What if these were half-bloods living in the rough in search for the camp…
"I think I know what happened" said Hermione, "I must have accidently apperated us into some muggle camp site."
The bubble of hope burst, they weren't half-bloods, and they didn't even know where they were! If mortals could get in, where the protective borders weakening? Could monsters get into the camp as well?
"How does that explain the fellow with the effing sword!?" cried Ron, talking to Hermione as if Percy and Annabeth weren't there.
"You'd be surprised what muggles bring to camping trips." said Hermione. Taking advantage of their distracting conversation, I began to sneak away, carrying Annabeth in my arms.
""Don't move!"Shouted the black haired boy, harry, pointing his stick at me. I froze where I was. I know, I know, that sounds cowardly, but these guys were all at least two years older than me, and could do serious damage with those magic sticks of theirs.
"We can't let these two leave, they've seen too much." Said Harry.
"I'll modify their memories and then we can go" said Hermione. Modify our memories!? Thought Percy, he couldn't let that happen, he just couldn't. Hermione began to advance upon them. Off in the distance, I could hear the voices of their fellow campers searching for us; so I did the manliest and mature thing to do,
"We're over here! Help!" I cried in the direction of their voices. Ron ran over to me and clamped a firm hand over my mouth.
"Hermione do it quickly! There might be others coming!" he said. Hermione took out her stick and pointed it straight at my head, just as Connor and Travis Stoll appeared behind the strange trio. And with three quiet blows to the head, they knocked the unexpected visitors unconscious.