Moody felt reluctant about letting Perseus go to this summer camp, he also felt reluctant about Sally going to work on her book in Montauk. Percy had spent a day at the Weasleys, and he actually enjoyed it.

He had informal conversations with Percy which was nice because he was used to the ginger to be ordering him around. He pranked Ron with George and Fred, and then pranked them with Ron. One complained about switching sides, and the other complained that they're not Perseus' favorite ginger.

It felt like a truce he had with Ron, there was no school. There definitely is no stopping him from going out to do dumb stuff. Perseus felt at peace.

"You better not use your wand too much." Moody said as he prepared the fireplace. "My pal in America says that their students have to leave their wands at school. But I'm assuming that it is different for a brit."

Perseus nodded and held his suitcase in his hand. Paired with his usual leather shoulder bag. His mom suddenly stood in front of him. "Do you have everything?" She asked. "Your glasses?"

"Yes, but why should I read at camp?" He questioned, ignoring the weight of his new potions book that he put in his bag. Some light reading wouldn't be bad.

"Your wand holster."

Perseus patted it, no way that he was going anywhere without it.

"Remember what not to do?"

"Never fly on a broom."

His mother nodded, proudly.

Perseus turned his head towards his uncle, "Are you sure you're not allowed to put an extension charm on my bag?" He asked, giving him the puppy eyes.

His uncle rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Very strict rules. It can cause a breach in the International Statute of Wizarding."

Perseus raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "I don't even know what that means." After a few more seconds of staring, the boy shrugged. "We're leaving." He said as he looked at the clock.

Moody looked at his remaining family members. "Be safe." He said.

Perseus just gave him a grin, "Harry had his fun, I'm going to have mine." He joked and his uncle just shook his head.

"I'm glad you're not some weird tea leaf reader. You don't even know what the future can hold." Moody said and then pointed, "That will better not be your elective choice when you go to the third."

Perseus snorted, thinking about the time Firenze tried to teach him how to read the future in the stars. The centaur should've been happy that he could even recognize the constellations.

"There happened to be a floo network at the Montauk train station. I'm sure that it is near your cabin, Sally." Moody said as he held the box with floo powder.

Perseus gave him a hug, "Be a good auror for me this summer." He said and stepped back.

"I wouldn't be good at my job if I was only good in the summer."

Perseus rolled his eyes and stepped in the green fire, "We've got to go, uncle Al." He said, his uncle looked at him and smiled a bit, handing him the box with floo powder.

Perseus smiled and nodded as a goodbye. His uncle nodded back and he threw his hand down in the fire. "Montauk train station." He said clearly. At first it felt like he was being sucked in a giant drain. Everything spun around him and because of the speed he was going, the noise deafened him. The last thing he saw was his uncle smiling at him.

He tightened his eyes closed but the green flames made him sick, then he could finally breathe as he stepped forward. It looked dusty, he assumed that it was the basement. From behind him, his mother stepped out and she fell onto her knees.

"Mum!" He exclaimed and stood by her side as she got back to normal from being sick. "Are you okay?"

His mom looked up and gave him a warm smile, "I don't suggest trying to keep your eyes open."

Perseus laughed and helped her get up. They heard a whistle, announcing the arrival of a train. "We should go." He said, and his mother nodded.

Whispering a small, 'lumos' under his breath, he finally made it up the stairs and to the door. He had to use another spell to make the door open but he walked out and holstered his wand.

As the mother and son duo got closer to Montauk, his mother seemed to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turned the color of the sea.

The two saw that it was their train and immediately boarded it. Percy smiled at his mum as he engraved the scenery in his mind. His mom smiled, her eyes squinted together, revealing all of her smiling lines and the signs of aging, but she seemed to also grow younger, then he saw a few grey hairs and smiled again.

He hopes that she could ever see him with grey hair.

After they arrived at the cabin, they stayed for one night, so that saying goodbye wasn't so confronting. He was concerned about what his mother would do, but she just waved away his concern.

"I'm just going to work a little here and there. Then I'll mostly be writing my book."

Percy perked up, "When will you be sending it to a publisher?"

"I'm thinking about next week or something." She said and shrugged, "Can't rush perfection, right?" She said and held her hand out.

He gave her a high five and grinned, "Damn right."

She looked at him and he sheepishly pulled his hand back, "Right!" He tried again, but weakly.

His mother laughed and he smiled. Something about being back with his mother again made him smile.

The wind doesn't bother him, sometimes the sun would come out and he would have a bit more bounce in his step.

He walked by the beach and onto the populated pier, he waved at a guy eating fruit at his own vendor. "Can I have five apples?" Perseus asked as he held out a few dollars. He was surprised that the guy stayed out in the windy weather.

The guy with the goatee accepted it and smiled, "What are you up to, man?" He asked.

Perseus shrugged, "I was thinking of just going swimming." the guy raised his eyebrow

"Swimming is crazy in this weather. Grover." The guy introduced himself.

Percy nodded, "Percy." He said and looked around. "Not a lot of people out here."

"The whole town is filled with retired people," the woman in the vendor gave him a sharp look as she polished her own apples, "You're the only guy my age around here. Wanna hang out later?" The guy asked. How is the boy with the goatee around his age?

Percy smiled. He could hang out for a bit. He looked at his watch and noticed his ring blinked. 'Weird. That never happened before.' He thought as he looked back up at the guy, "Are you off in a few hours?"

The man threw a rag at the lady's vendor next to her, "I'm out, Rosa! See you next time." The old lady smiled and nodded. He felt the hairs on his neck stand up as he turned around. There sat three ladies, next to a fountain. Each of them was knitting a huge pair of socks.

He turned around and played it off with a nervous smile, "Where to go..?" He saw that Grover noticed. A wind made him shudder as he heard the sound of the ladies snipping a piece of yarn with golden scissors.

Those are some badass retired ladies.

The guy nodded in a direction. "I swear I'm not going to kill you, but there is a free concert happening at the park."

Percy smiled and nodded, "I'll have to get back to my mum first. Meet you there," he asked.

Grover looked a bit nervous but nodded, "See you in half an hour?" He asked, unsure.

The wizard smiled and nodded, "See you then." He said and set foot to go back to his cabin where his mother was going through old memories. She sat out at the porch, gazing at the ocean with a fond look on her face, barely acknowledging that Perseus was leaving.

He knocked on the door and smiled as her mother walked through the kitchen door with food in her hands. He looked at the table and noticed that she colored the cola blue again.

He blushed, "It happened once when I was a kid." He complained.

His mother rolled her eyes, "It happened multiple times as a kid." She retorted, "You don't think that spiderman dolls come in blue, do you?"

Percy smiled as he sat down at the table, "A new friend asked me to join him in the park, there is a music thing happening." He said as he looked at his mother for permission.

"Who's your new friend?" Sally asked.

"Grover."

His mother looked concerned for a split second, Percy thinks he imagined it. A smile graced her face as she nodded, "You're free to go. Come home if there is any trouble." After a nod from Percy, she squinted. "Don't go fighting anything."

She got a heart attack when Percy and Ron recounted the things that happened in the Forbidden Forest, a cloaked figure intimidating boys, who turned out to be a dark lord in the wizarding community. She had to do everything in her power to not pass out, unlike Molly. The Weasley actually passed out.

Percy gave her a guilty smile, "No, mum." He said and shoveled his face with food. "Did you manage to get the camaro started? I can put some 'reparo' over it."

When he was going to camp, he did not want to leave his mother without any mode of transport. He is a mother's boy, not heartless. He helped her clean up, the old fashioned way and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he started preparing to leave.

"Don't forget to put your bag in the car, and do your magic spell with it!" His mother called out.

Percy made a noise of acknowledgement and took his bag from the floor and walked out the door. As he walked out, he noticed an old woman walk by, she stopped by the fencework. "Lovely cabin you got."

Percy smiled, "It is my mothers." He said shortly, he did not have a single clue of who this woman was but she looked like she could drive a Harley into battle with only leather on.

"Are you enjoying the waters?" His ring blinked again, but he only noticed it warming up.

Perseus frowned a bit, but shook off his gut feeling. "It is lovely." He said shortly and hoped that it'd be the end of the conversation. Thank the gods it was. Hermione would've told him off for even indulging in a conversation with a woman that now knows where he lives and that they're from out of the country, he assumes that the woman made the connection due to his accent.

He opened the car door and put it in the front. When he opened the hood he coughed and waved away the dust. "Ventus." He whispered as he blew the dust away, along with some leaves that somehow made its way by the motor. Then he subtly held his wand, "Reparo." He casted and watched as some fallen pieces placed itself back on top of things.

Percy walked over to the open window and knocked, his mother looked at him and he gave her the thumbs up before waving goodbye. He set his path towards the park and noticed all the different kinds of folks making their way in the same direction.

He was glad that the weather cleared up so fast already.

At the entrance he caught sight of Grover, who had crutches by his side that Percy didn't notice before, probably because the guy stood behind a fruit stand. He waved and called his new friend over. "Grover!" He said and jogged over. "Who's playing?"

"Some local band." Grover shrugged and Percy felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up once again, "What is it?"

Percy turned around to see what was bothering him. He only caught glimpses of grey, "Nothing, I guess." He dismissed it and followed Grover into the park. He saw people setting out blankets to sit on them. They talked about all kinds of things, the difference between life here and life in the UK.

They got to a bench and he felt it again, instead he looked at the masses sitting down on the grass, all grey heads until his eyes stopped at one, the woman from before. The only one turned around to stare at him, or in his direction. He nudged Grover, "Who's that woman?"

"That is Mrs. Dodds, I think she arrived yesterday."

Percy's breath hitched, "I arrived yesterday as well." Then he remembered her face, she was on the train as well. He saw her in the reflection of the window staring at him. "She's been staring at me all day." He said.

Grover looked concerned, "That can't be good." He said under his breath, "We can leave if you're uncomfortable, because I know I am."

Percy nodded, "I don't live that far from here, we can hang out at the beach?" He suggested. Grover smiled and got up using his crutches.

Percy smiled when his mom opened the door, she invited them in and Grover walked into the living room. They had a view over the beach out back and in the front they had the main road. The young wizard licked his lips as he thought about the sea.

"Thank you for letting me come over, Mrs. Jackson."

Perseus nearly got a whiplash, he had never turned around that fast before, "What did you say?" He asked and looked at Grovers nervous expression. Grover's back was to the window and behind him Percy could see a figure walk in the middle of the street.

His breath hitched, "Mrs. Dodds." He said under his breath. Grover looked at him with a look of horror as he turned around to look at where Percy was looking.

"We've got to go." Grover said in panic and looked at his mum, "We have got to go!" He shouted as he ran.

Percy looked disturbed as he saw the guy gallop, is it because of his disability? His mother shook him out of his spell as she pushed him out of the side door. He ran out of the door, panicking because everyone around him was.

He got in the car with his mother and Grover as Mrs. Dodds neared them. "What the fuck." He said under his breath and his mother started the car and backed up aggressively. "What the fuck!" He shouted as it started to rain, hard. He looked out and studied the clouds, "A hurricane!" He exclaimed, feeling as if he had gone manic.

Thunder sounded and Grover visibly shuddered, Mrs Dodds was running now. The three tore through the night along dark country roads that did not take him home. Wind slammed against the camaro and he heard a thud on the roof of the car.

In silent horror, Grover and Percy looked up but Sally didn't stray her eyes from the road, nor did she take her feet off of the gas. A claw pierced the roof of the car, and Grover screamed.

On instinct Percy took out his wand and held it up as the roof of the car got ripped open, rain fell through the hole and outside on it was a whole different kind of monster. In silent horror, he looked at it. "A bloody Fury?" He questioned and he shot a wind spell at it, trying to get it off. "What did I do to get a bloody fury after me?" He shouted in desperation and the car swerved a bit.

"Aqua Eructo." He casted and a rapid, firm stream of water was sent out of his hand and due to his lineage he suspected that it even got greater. It disappeared and only a trace of dust was left behind.

He placed his hands over his head as he looked in the rear mirror to see Grover looking at him, "You're a satyr?" He questioned.

The boy nodded, "I'm supposed to get you to camp, in case of trouble." Percy looked up at the ripped open ceiling of the car and waved his wand, repairing it.

"In case of trouble," Percy repeated and sighed, appreciating the calmth. This must be how Harry feels constantly. "I've been good all year and this is what I get, a fury. Who is after me, Grover?"

His mother kept quiet as she kept her eyes on the road, but out of the corner of his eyes he noticed her biting her lip.

"Oh, nobody much." Grover said and winced as he saw another lightning flash, "Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions."

Percy snorted at the absurdity of his situation, "I don't think she is thirsty now."

Grover looked at him as if he was insane. Percy couldn't help but agree with him. Oh how Ron would laugh, laugh at how he tries to keep her out of trouble and Hemione would kill him because he is in trouble. "How am I going to tell Hermione this?"

"You can't." His mother said quietly.

Percy looked over at her, "What?"

"For her and your sake, you can't." She said strictly, this was the first time in years that she said something in such a strict way. After a second, he nodded. She then made a hard left, Percy felt himself pressed against the window, he looked at he saw the 'PICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES' signs on with fences.

"Is this the camp?" He asked quietly. Something in him never wants to leave his mum alone, that something was urging him to stay. To not let her out of his sight.

She pulled the wheel hard to the right, and Percy got a glimpse of a figure she'd swerved to avoid, a dark fluttering shape now lost behind us in the storm.

"What was that?" The wizard asked.

"We're almost there," His mother said, ignoring his question. "Another mile. Please. Please. Please." Percy didn't know how much further but he leant over, reaching for his bag. The hurricane was in full effect now, wind whistled through the old car and he could see the trees being shaken up.

He pulled his bag over his shoulder and said nothing. Then it all kicked in, the realization that something wanted to kill him. An actual fury was sent after him and all he did was laugh. He felt terrified, and Grover looked like Percy felt.

There was a blinding flash, a jaw-rattling boom, and the car exploded. All Percy remembers feeling was being weightless, then the feeling of being crushed, fried, and hosed down all at the same time. It was way worse than using the Floo Network for the first time.

The lighting.

His breath hitched as he pulled his head off of the driver's seat, "Mum?" He called out, his breathing quickened and he nearly casted a jinx as he felt a hand grip his wrist.

"I'm okay." His mother said.

He couldn't stop breathing fast, he tried to shake it off but he couldn't. He then looked at the ceiling as he noticed the rain pouring in, water went over his wound and healed it shut again. Then another flash, they had been blasted off of the road.

He looked back, noticing that Grover was slumped over, blood trickled from the side of his mouth. Percy shook him, and the satyr groaned out, "Food." He had not known the guy for long but he is sure that he was very food motivated.

"Percy, we have to.." Her voice faltered.

In a flash of lighting he could see a figure lumbering slowly. He had never felt this uncomfortable in his own skin as it crawled. A dark silhouette of a giant, it seemed to hold a blanket over his head. His top half was bulky and fuzzy, unlike Grover. The way he held the blanket made his head look as if he had horns.

Percy's throat dried up as his eyes widened. "Get out of the car." His mother said, dead serious. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her door, "Bombarda." He casted and the door flew out of its hinges. "Get out!" His mother repeated and he blew his own car door off.

Funny how he always imagined doing it for fun, but now he is doing it for life or death.

He shot off Grover's door as well and got out, "Percy, you have to run. Do you see that big tree?". His mother stayed in the car as another flash of lightning came.

He looked at it, a huge pine tree at the nearest hill. "That's the property line," Sally said, "Get over that hill and you'll see a big farmhouse. Run and don't look back. Yell for help. Don't stop until you reach the door." She ordered.

Percy's body halted but so much adrenaline was rushing through him, but the words had hit him like a truck. "Mom, I'm not leaving you." He sobbed out, "You're coming too." He stated but it sounded more like a plea.

Her face was pale and she looked at the ocean. "Tell your uncle that I am sorry." She whispered. Perseus wanted to scream, Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Jackson wanted to scream. He can't- He can't leave his mother.

"No!" He pleaded. "You are coming with me. Help me carry Grover." He can't leave her like this, this wasn't the plan. He started to shake his head, they were supposed to have a day by the beach before he came to this place.

In the corner of his eyes he saw something that made him freeze, The man was coming towards them, grunting and snorting. Another flash of lightning, he could see it more clearly and he didn't believe it anymore. The huge meaty hands were swinging at its sides, no blanket. The mass turned into horns, Perseus' assumptions were confirmed.

"He doesn't want us," A mother told her son. "He wants you. Besides, I can't cross the property line."

"But…" He started

"We don't have time, Percy. Go. Please." Percy felt anger, not the anger he felt when he saw Ron mistreating his friend. Actual rage, rage against his mother, at Grover and at the lumbering Minotaurus. He then pleaded once again to his mother to come with him. She just sobbed.

This time he didn't wait, he dragged Grover out and if not for his mother he wouldn't have been able to get far. They stumbled uphill through the humid grass. He looked and searched for the pine tree in desperation. It was still far, a hundred yards.

Percy didn't have the concentration to levitate Grover over to the tree.

He tried to keep himself from looking but he couldn't help it, the mythical creature was hunched over the car, looking in the windows. Percy could compare it to a dog with how harsh it was sniffing and nuzzling.

Another lightning flash, this time accompanied by a roar of rage. The car that Percy fixed earlier was picked up by it and thrown down the road. The initial noise it made, slamming into the wet asphalt and the sparks it released before blowing up.

"Percy," He turned to look at his mom. "When he sees us, he'll charge. Wait until the last second, then jump out of the way, directly sideways. He can't change directions very well once he's charging. Do you understand?"

The wizard felt his heart ache, he knew but why did his mom know? Albus had told him of many myths, legends even. He told Perseus about every monster in the story and said what to do.

Albus never accounted for the amount of people Percy had to protect.

His mother smiled, "I was selfish to keep you with me for another day." His mother smiled and he felt as if he was in the train again, with the ocean in her eyes and her grey hairs. He snapped out of it as he heard another bellow of rage.

The creature started tromping uphill, he had our scent. The rain did nothing to hide it, or the nose is simply far too advanced. Percy kept putting his weight into climbing the hill as it got steeper and more slippery because of the rain.

His mother suddenly pulled, Grover by her side and Percy was all alone. "Separate! Remember what I said."

Separating never went well, just like the time in the forest. But his gut told him to, it was their only chance. So he sprinted to the left and turned around to face the creature looking down at him.

For months at school, he ran every two days. But today the exhaustion caught up to him. The rain did not give him a boost of extra energy because he was so low, it might be the thing that actually got him still standing.

Black beady eyes glowed with hate and you'd think with all that fur that the monster would smell like wet dog- but it didn't, it reeked of rotten meat. Then, as if practiced, it dropped its head and charged. Sharp, pointy horns aimed at Perseus' chest.

He felt his stomach ache again, not like the time when he was nervous for his exams. But rather, if you don't run, you die. So he stood still and like his mother said, jumped to the side on time.

It roared in rage again, but it didn't turn back to try again. No, it turned towards his mother, who was putting down Grover. He looked around for other options, none, the glowing farmhouse was half a mile out. He'd never make it.

The minotaur grunted and pawed at the ground, it eyed his mother. He felt desperation go up his throat, along with a bile. His mother was trying to lead it away, away from Grover.

"Run, Percy!" she told me. "I can't go any farther. Run!" But Perseus just stood there, frozen in fear of losing his mother, his dear mother. As the monster charged her, she tried to sidestep, outsmart it like she told him to do, but the monster had learned his lesson.

His hand shot out and grabbed her by the neck as she tried to get away. He lifted her as she struggled, kicking and pummeling the air. He would never wish upon his worst enemy, to watch their mothers struggle to escape, to breathe.

"Mom!"

She caught his eyes, managed to choke out one last word."Go!" Then, with an angry roar, the monster closed his fists around his mother's neck, and she dissolved before his eyes, melting into light, a shimmering golden form, as if she were a holographic projection. A blinding flash, gone. Sally Jackson was gone.

"No!" Anger replaced his fear. Newfound strength burned in his limbs, nothing could compare to it, the rush of rage. The bull-man bore down on Grover, who laid helplessly in the grass. The monster hunched over, snuffling his new friend, as if he were about to lift Grover up and make him dissolve too.

Perseus already lost someone, he couldn't allow another. He stripped his leather bag. "Hey!" He screamed, waving the bag, running to one side of the monster. "Hey, stupid! Ground beef!"

It roared and turned toward me, shaking his meaty fists. Perseus had an idea, an idea not even worthy of Harry's. It is better than none at all, he put his back towards the tree and waved his bag in front of the monster.

His idea wouldn't be able to work, the minotaur charged too fast, arms shot out, catching me with it if Percy would try to dodge.

Time slowed down and water dripped down his face from his soaking wet hair. He was positive that there were a few tears mixed in.

His legs tensed and jumped upwards, figured since he could do it sideways. Perseus kicked off from its head and turned midair, grabbing it by its horns. Landing on his neck. A split-second later it rammed into the tree, the impact nearly made Percy lose consciousness.

It staggered and shook, like a wet dog. It tried to shake Percy off but he locked his arms around his horns. Thunder and lightning didn't stop, it never stopped. Everything burned, his body and his nostrils, it smelled even worse on its neck.

The monster shook, bucking around like one of the mechanical bulls at a fair. Perseus realized, it only wants to go forward. A noise drew him out of his focus, Grover was moaning as he was waking up.

In silent horror Percy looked at the moving body. "Food!" Grover moaned. The bull-man wheeled toward him, pawed the ground again, and got ready to charge.

Rage filled him once again, it had squeezed the life out of his mother, made her disappear in a flash of light. The rage sent more adrenaline up his body and he grabbed a horn with both of his hands, and he pulled.

With the pulling and the flinging of demigods, Perseus landed on the grass, his head smacked against a rock. Vision blurred, he did not know how he was still conscious. He stood up with the horn.

It charged.

On instinct, he rolled to the side and came up kneeling. As the monster barreled past, he drove the broken horn straight into his side, right up under his furry rib cage. The monster roared in pain. It flailed, clawing at its chest, then began to fall apart.

Unlike his mother, the monster disappeared in a flash of golden light, but like crumbling sand, blown away in chunks by the wind. He assumes it is that same thing that Dodds left behind when he blew her off of the roof.

Perseus took in a shuddering breath, the monster's gone and the rain stopped. Stubbornly, the rain rumbled, but from a far. It had moved on.

Everything hurt and his knees were shaking, his head hurt, as if he was the one stabbed with a horn in his head. Grief washed over the boy, he had witnessed his mother vanish into thin air. Grover snapped him out of it, he needed help.

As if he was a robot he walked over and hauled him up to stagger down the valley, towards the golden lights. It might be his blurry vision but it shone brighter than he remembered, tears leaked down from his eyes and he was muttering, "Mom," a sob, "Mum." He whispered and all he remembered was holding Grover tightly.

The last thing he did remember was collapsing on a porch, the ceiling fan circling above him. Stern face of a man and a pretty girl, blonde curls like the princesses.

They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."

"Silence, Annabeth," the man said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."

His breathing hitched as grief washed over him once again.

And like an idiot, he forgot to use his sword that felt heavy in his pockets.


A/N: Apologies for those who read it unedited, had to edit it because I forgot to change my writing from first to third person. To those who read it uneditied, sorry lol. Will post a new chapter as sorry.

Anyways! The pairing, a lot of controversy and I'm thinking of changing it! I'm all for suggestions but I'm thinking about Fleur not going to lie. But I'll be open to suggestions, i think.

Also, made Percy a year older than the rest, just think or imagine that hogwarts came a bit later with its letter or something like that. He is 12 turning 13!