Disclaimer: It pains me a little more each time I say it, but, alas, I will and must continue; I sadly do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter :(

A/N: Can anyone explain (in an email, preferably) how to get a beta? It looks all confusing. Thanks! :)

P.S in the story, the day is Tuesday

Percy's P.O.V

It was the day after Nevilles run-in with a Death Eater. They told me and Annabeth his name was Lucius Malfoy and he was the dad of one of the students that attends Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy.

Annabeth changed the subject. "When is your first magic lesson?"

"Snape and McGonagall are coming soon. It'll be interesting to watch Snape teach outside…"

Neville groaned. "Why does my last lesson have to be with Snape, of all people, teaching a subject I'm horrible at and can't stand!? I'd rather be with Professor Sprout, doing Herbology."

Annabeth glared at him. He recoiled a little bit. "Neville, how many times am I going to have to tell you that we have a plan and we aren't going to let you die? Anyways, it shouldn't be too hard, you warned him Harry and Percy have got the whole Camp behind them, and you were right; if he didn't take you seriously, then that's his grave mistake. One man against the whole camp? I'd like to see him try." She had a defiant, proud look on her face."

It was amazing how certain she was, and I certainly believed her. So, it seemed, did Ron.

"Yea, Neville! We won't let him take you without a fight, which won't be much of a fight since everyone's here and they're all willing to help! We'll make Malfoy look like a fool!"

But Hermione, Harry and Neville didn't look so convinced.

"Look, it'll be fine!" I told them. I was a little impatient with them. Did they not think we could handle one wizard?

Neville left to go to the ocean.

"But we've been thinking; what if he doesn't come alone?" Hermione looked at Annabeth, Ron and I. Annabeths defiant look faltered a second, but then it came back on. "I don't think he would. The other Death Eaters would think him weak and cowardly if he came to them to ask them to help him capture a couple of kids."

"Maybe…" But she still didn't look convinced.

Harry said, "You don't know Voldemort,"—Ron and Hermione flinched—"He wouldn't care if there were 12,000 people that had to come and get me, and if every single one of you died trying to protect me. When he returned a few months ago, he tried to kill me, and I just narrowly escaped. That didn't make him very happy, and now he'd do anything to kill me, I think. He mercilessly killed my parents and he killed Cedric, and if any of you were next, I don't think I could take it." He looked at me and Annabeth and our astonished faces and turned to walk away.

We watched him walk away and then I said in general, "So that's why he doesn't like talking about his parents."

"He was the only wizard in the history of magic to survive The Killing Curse, while his parents died protecting him. He was only one at the time and almost instantly became famous. He was The-Boy-Who-Lived. Famous for surviving, and for, by some miraculous way, destroying You-Know-Who. Everyone thought he was gone for good, but most people who followed and highly respected Dumbledore shared in his beliefs: that even though it may seem he was gone, he was still out there, waiting, nothing much more than a broken soul, for a loyal Death Eater to find him and repair him. In a way, in our first year, he did come back, sorta, in the body of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and in our second, through a diary that possessed a little part of You-Know-Who who possessed my little sister. Well besides that, none came, they all went into "helping the wizarding world" phase, or they went to Azkaban. But as soon as he returned more solid and stable than before, most all of them returned in an instant. All, except Snape and this coward who ran away at the call. Probably dead by now, poor lad. Anyways, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, doesn't believe a word of it, and is probably writing lies all over the Prophet. He thinks it's rubbish that he's returned, but I think the real reason is that he's scared to admit, that after all they've done, and all they've worked on to make the world better, they don't want it destroyed by You-Know-Who."

As all of that had sinked in, our plan seemed less and less likely to work. It sounded like this wizard would do anything to get what they wanted. But since I couldn't find any words to about it all I asked dumbly, "What about you're third year?"

Ron looked at me, surprised that I didn't say anything about everything he had just told me. "Well, my leg broke and I missed half of the fun so ask Hermione."

Hermione spoke up. "Well our third year, a man escaped from Azkaban, you might have heard of him briefly on the news: Sirius Black."

Annabeth gasped a little. "They said he once committed 12 murder's in one night!"

"That's him, only he didn't really do that. Anyways, we went through all this stuff and we found out Sirius Black didn't deserve Azkaban, as we all thought he did. In fact, he was Harry's dad's best friend. And he's Harry's godfather."

"Harry's godfather? Wow, Harry's been through a lot, hasn't he?"

"Yep, and now with You-Know-Who back, I suppose it's about to get a lot worse. Well, It definitely can't get any better." Hermione had a sad look on her face. Then she looked over at us and it chanced to one of curiosity.

"What about you two? You know most everything about us, now you should tell us about you."

"Yea, mate!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry came back. "I sent Hedwig to someone," he told Hermione and Ron.

"Don't worry, they know now, pretty much a summary of everything."

Harry looked a little embarrassed. I guess I could understand why. Annabeth said, "Harry, you're our friend and don't be embarrassed, but take pride in everything you've done."

"How can I be proud of it!? My parents were killed and it was my fault. Cedric was killed and it was my fault. My friends have risked their life for me more than once and got hurt doing it, and it was my fault. If Hermione hadn't had the time glass thing, then Sirius would've died because I didn't save him the first time! Everyone's getting hurt because of me." He said angrily.

I stared at him. "How is any of that you're fault? When you're parents died, you were one; there was nothing you could do!"

Ron spoke to Harry. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"That it wasn't your fault your parents died. It wasn't your fault Cedric was killed. It wasn't your fault that your friends made a decision to come with you on all the adventures and get themselves hurt! Actually, that one was ours." He pointed to him and Hermione. "And it definitely wasn't your fault that Dementors decided to show up at the time they did! That was the Ministry. But the others; they all boil down to one person, mate, and you and I both know who I'm talking about. None of it was your fault and it never will be."

His speech ended and silence rang through the group. I don't think anyone knew what to say, so I asked, "So you don't think our plan will work? You don't think it'll be only Malfoy?"

They just shook their heads. "Remember, Malfoy doesn't know that anyone here knows but Neville, and he's probably planning a surprise attack with the rest of the Death Eaters. If he is, it won't be pretty." Harry looked at me. "What about Kronos? What do you think he'll do?"

Before I could answer, Annabeth said, "Knowing him, he'll probably bring hundreds of monsters into camp and come along, too. But don't kill him if you happen to see him…"

I stared at her in awe. "After everything he's done; betrayed you, almost killed us…"

She gave me the glare, "You know as well as I do that that's Kronos, not Luke." She got tears in her eyes. "There has to be a way to save him, and I'm going to figure it out."

I sighed. "Annabeth, Luke's gone. For good. He's Krono's now until he gets a new body, then Luke will be even more impossible to save and he'll be gone." We've gone over this tons of times.

Annabeth shook her head. "You forget. Remember when Rachel threw her blue hairbrush at him in the Labyrinth? He was himself again, even if only for a second, he was himself, and you can't deny that." She still had that defiant look on.

"Ok, so Kronos let himself go for a second. That means nothing, Annabeth, nothing."

"Well, it may not have meant anything to you, but it meant everything to me and when I told Thalia about it, she even got a little hope!" She walked away, crying, mad.

The three wizards were staring at me. "Who's Luke and Thalia?" Hermione asked.

I sighed. "They were the people that Annabeth traveled with since she was 7. They became her family; after all they'd been through. She ran away from her family when her dad got remarried. They hid a lot, and faced many monsters. When they got to camp… well, you remember that pine tree?"

They nodded. "Well we call that Thalia's pine because she was turned into the pine when she was facing, like, 50 monsters on the hill and told Grover, Luke and Annabeth to go to camp. Her dad, Zeus, was the one who turned her, I guess hoping to save her. That's also why the hill is called Half-Blood Hill."

Ron said, "Then how did Annabeth tell her anything if she's a tree? I've seen a tree move violently, but never a talking one."

"We went on a quest 2 years ago to get the Golden Fleece, because someone had poisoned Thalia's tree and our borders were weakened. Well as you can probably guess, it was Luke. This was before he became Kronos, but he was still on his side. Once we got it and put it on the tree, Thalia returned. But it was no coincidence, no, Luke wanted us to get the fleece because he knew what would happen, and since I wasn't on Kronos' side, they thought maybe the prophecy would be about her, and since she's been on Lukes side since she was like 12 or something, they thought maybe she would take their side." I smiled. "But they were wrong."

"The prophecy, I haven't read it yet and Annabeths not supposed to tell me about it, but what I do know is that a child of the Big Three is supposed to make a decision that will save or destroy the world when they turn 16."

"Ok, I think I understand now. So basically, they thought that if they could get Thalia on their side, she would be the one of the prophecy and would, in your point of view, destroy the world. But what happened? She would have probably already turned 16 by now."

She didn't want to take the prophecy, so she took Artemis's oath and joined The Hunt. She will never age as long as she never falls in love."

Hermione gasped. "But what's wrong with love?"

I chuckled, "That's exactly what Aphrodite says to Artemis. Artemis say's love is for weak women and strong women should never succumb to it."

"Remind me never to join," Said Hermione. We all laughed.

"Last year, I thought she was going to ask Annabeth to join. The thought of it scared me."

They all stared at me. My cheeks got red, "Well we were best friends, and we went through a lot, and I didn't want her to leave," I said defensively.

Harry looked at his watch. "We have about 5 minutes till lesson. We should go get Neville, and Fred and George—

Cutting him off, we heard a booming women's voice that rang through my ears. "All wizards, report to the arena with wands."

"Well, that's our cue. You can come and watch if you want too, but let me tell you, the only person who's good is Hermione." We all walked down to the arena, Neville, Fred, George and Annabeth joining us.

When we got down to the arena, it was weird, because everything had been moved out and a man, whom I assumed was Severus Snape, was standing next to a woman, Minevra McGonagall.

Snape had greasy black, shoulder-length hair and wore a deep black robe that added to the effect of his hard, uninviting face. No wonder Neville didn't want to spend class with him.

Minevra McGonagall had emerald robes and an unreadable expression. She had long brown hair.

They seemed to ignore the crowd of surrounding campers and their anxious looks. Annabeth and I wished them good luck and went to the crowd in a place where we could hear and see them well.

I guess Snape was teaching first, because he moved through the wizards, casting glares at all of them. McGonagall left.

Once he got to Fred and George he stopped.

"Nice to see you again, Professor Snape," Fred greeted mockingly.

"I wish I could say the same thing." He said coldly. "You will not pull any pranks in my class."

"Oh no pranks sir, we know this is important," George said convincingly, but Snape didn't seem convinced. He walked up to Hermione, Neville, Harry and Ron and said, "Well, if it isn't Potter and his gang of troublemakers." He glared at them and they glared back.

He moved back to the front and faced the crowd. "Even though I would not have allowed it, Chiron has allowed you to watch us, but I assure you, if there are any disruptions, even when we are doing something gross or scary, you will have to leave."

It seemed the glare was etched upon his face. He turned back to his class.

"Dumbledore, because of the circumstances, has allowed me to teach you the Imperious Curse. I know that last year, your previous professor used it on you, but this time, you will be using it on each other—

"What!? That's an Unforgivable Curse, professor! To use it, especially on each other would be cruel!"

He turned his head toward Hermione. He said in a low voice so that even we had to strain to hear him, "Do you think I would be doing this if Professor Dumbledore had not permitted it? He was the one who suggested it, for your own safety if there come a time you need it." Hermione looked like she wanted to say something but then he said a little louder to let the rest of the class hear, "If you have any problems, take it up with Professor Dumbledore!"

"I am aware that these are Unforgivable, but at certain times they are necessary."

I leaned over to Annabeth. "Neville looks scared."

"No duh!"

"Repeat after me. Imperio."

There was a mumble, but not a distinct sound.

"This spell is no different than any others. When you say it, you must speak clearly." He articulated all those words. "Let's try again. Imperio!"

This time they said it with more articulation and confidence.

"Better. Now, we will do it one person at a time." He walked toward the Weasly twins. "You first." He said it coldly with no sympathy. "Fred, you will do it to George."

Fred and Georges eyes got wide. Fred said, "Wow, sir. You've gone all out on punishments, have you?" He turned toward George, mumbled something that sounded like sorry, took out his wand and said, fiercely, "Imperio!"

I glanced at the crowd and every seemed even more intent on George.

George seemed too relaxed, and his eyes were different.

"Um, sir, what do I do now?" Fred asked.

"He is now at your command, verbally and mentally. Voice something you would want him to do."

Fred thought for a moment. "I can't think of anything. It doesn't feel right to be commanding my twin."

Snape glared at him. "It will only ever feel right to the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, but it is necessary to practice commanding. Now, say anything."

"Um, take your wand out and blast one of the dummies, but don't use the killing curse."

Everyone was watching intently as George took out his wand, pointed it at a dummy, and said, emotionless, "diffindio."

A light shot out of the wand and hit the dummy. The dummy seemed to tear itself up. I heard a few gasps from both the class and the crowd.

Fred stared at George. "Wow, it really does work." He looked a little worried. He turned toward Snape. "How do you stop it?"

"Since you are commanding him, you command the curse to be lifted off the person. The other way is that the cursed person dies, but I say we go with the 1st one, don't you?"

"Yes sir. Um, Imperius Curse lift?"

George seemed to be back to normal. "Whoa, that was a bit scary. All I could hear was your voice, and that alone is pretty scary!"

They both laughed and Snape turned to Hermione. "Why don't you do it on Weasly? I'm sure he won't mind at all." Hermione looked shocked, but didn't argue.

She turned toward Ron, who looked a little nervous. "Just don't make me do anything weird, ok?"

"Imperio!" Ron went into a stance just like his brother did and took out his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The dummy rose into the air and then came back down and Ron was acting normal again.

"Whoa, that was strange."

Well, basically it was the same thing with Neville and Fred. They were at full command.

"Very good," said Snape, with a sneer. He walked up to Harry and stared at him for a moment and Harry stared back. "Potter, rumor has it you can resist the effect, is this true?"

I looked around quickly. Everyone seemed to have their eyes locked on him and I can understand why; resisting something like that seems impossible.

"Er… sort of, sir. It's more like I can question the command."

"We're about to see, then, aren't we? Hermione, will you have the honors?"

Poor Hermione. I would hate to have to do something so horrible to Annabeth! Who did Snape think he was?

"But sir!" she tried to protest, but Snape cut her off. "Do it."

She put her wand up. "Imperio!"

Harry turned to a relaxed stance like everyone else.

"Say what you want him to do out loud, Mrs. Granger."

She gulped. "Yes, sir. Grab a broom and fly."

I expected him to do what the others did; do the command without hesitation, but he got a frown on his face, like he was deciding whether or not to do it. He started walking hesitantly to the broom in the corner. Everyone's eyes were glued on him. We watched in amazement. He stopped at the broom, reached for it, and then randomly screamed, "WHY AM I DOING THIS?"

Hermione smiled. My jaw dropped and so did Annabeths. So did the rest of the campers. There was silence, all eyes on Harry, who was standing there, looking like he was in pain until he finally seemed to give in and get on the broom.

I know I was amazed to see him flying! Like, up in the air flying. And he was having a good time.

We watched for a few moments, then Hermione lifted the curse. He landed a little rough, but it was still a pretty good one.

Hermione was beaming and Snape was sneering (I started to wonder if he's ever smiled in his life!)

"I see what you meant, Potter. You certainly have the power to resist the temptation of the command, even if it's something you want to do. That will be the end of the lesson." He turned to our shocked faces. "What are you waiting for? Disperse!"

All the campers started to file out of the arena. Annabeth and I waited outside for the wizards. We talked while we waited.

"What did you think of that?"

"I agree with Hermione, it's cruel. It may be necessary for them at some point, with the war coming and all, but complete control is cruel." She sighed and I knew what she was thinking. Kronos taking complete control of Luke was cruel.

I was about to respond when I saw two people coming. It was Thalia and Nico!

"Hey Annabeth and Percy," screamed Nico. I was glad he wasn't angry with me anymore.

"What are you guys doing here!?" Annabeth ran to Thalia and gave her a hug, then Nico.

I ran up to them too, remembering that I couldn't give Thalia a hug anymore, now that she was a hunter, but I gave Nico a pat on the back. "Yea, what are you doing here?"

Thalia answered first. "The Hunters came back because Artemis has some business she wants to attend to alone."

"And I heard there were wizards here, so I came to see some magic!"

I laughed. "Well you just missed their first lesson. They should be out of the arena any minute now."

"Have you made friends with any of them?"

"Yea, all of them. They're pretty cool. One of them, Harry Potter, has had a really rough past though. I feel for him."

Thalia laughed. "It couldn't be rougher than ours."

Harry said from behind, "You wanna bet?"

A/N: Ok, I hope this long chapter makes up for all I've missed. Don't worry, I won't go through the whole life story again, I'll just start the next one after they've exchanged. I'm stalling a little, cuz I'm making it up as I go, so I'm still open to ideas. I just had to write out his life story for them to understand each other and I felt it necessary for the story to continue. Don't worry; it'll get more interesting soon.

P.S. How do you think I did Snapes character? And, just curious, who do you think had the rougher life out of all of them?