CHAPTER 5

Once Percy was shoved into the room, he stumbled, regained his balance, and put his bag on the that was not already used. He gazed around the room. There was indeed a dresser and a black carpet, but he wouldn't describe it as lovely. More like, needs to be replaced. That described it perfectly. It had a delightful black color scheme. Black walls, black carpet, black beds. For people trying to oppose a dark lord, they sure lived in a dismal place.

Soo, magic. Must have something to do with Hecate. Magic school? That must be where the Hecate kids disappear to every year. None of them ever stay around all year. Does that mean that these people worship Greek gods? Probably not. It would be cool though.

Oh! He needed to contact Annabeth. She was probably freaking out by now. Percy pulled it his Handy Dandy Demiphone. The Demiphone was a handy creation by a dandy Hephaestus camper named Harrison. It was like a normal iPhone, but it was optimized for Demigods and while using it, monsters wouldn't be alerted to your presence. Hence the name, Demiphone.

Using his Handy Dandy Demiphone, he texted his wonderful girlfriend, Annabeth. Using her Handy Dandy Demiphone, Annabeth replied.

Wisegirl: Percy. Where are you? I have been waiting for you to pick me up for hours.

Seaweed Brain: Sorry. Wizards told me I have to come to their magic school because my grandfather on my mother's side is an evil wizard and is trying to take over the world.

Wisegirl: Is the school named Hogwarts?

Seaweed Brain: Yup. How did you know?

Wisegirl: I heard some Hecate campers talking about it. Go save to world Percy. I'll inform Chiron where you've gone.

Seaweed Brain: Thanks. Love you. 3

Wisegirl: Come back soon. You still owe me that date.

Percy turned off his Handy Dandy Demiphone. The texting took a while because of his dyslexia. He ended up just using the setting where you spoke into the phone and it wrote it down. Just like an iPhone.

"He doesn't look evil," Ron said.

While Percy was texting his girlfriend, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were talking in Harry and Ron's room.

"I know he doesn't, but he has that dangerous air around him. I still don't think we can trust him." Harry was very convinced that Percy was an evil minion of hell that had come to kill them all.

"Tell me, Harry, has he tried to kill you yet?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head.

"Has he tried to hurt any order members?"

Another shake.

"Has he glared at you?"

Shake.

"Has he done any actions that point to even any murderous intent to you?"

Shake.

"There you go. Give him a chance. He might be a very nice person once you get to know him.

"Fine," Harry grumbled. He just wasn't sure about Percy. Crouch Jr. posing as Mad-eye last year had really shaken his trust towards people he didn't know that well. He'll give Percy a chance though. Hermione had brought forth valid points.

Dinner was a very quiet event. Everyone was either too busy staring at Percy, avoiding to look at him, or in Ron's case, stuffing their faces with food. Percy had decided to take Ron's example and stuff his face with food too.

"The food's really good ." Percy said between bites.

"Why thank you dear," gave him her 'mother smile', "let me get you another helping."

"No, you don't have to," Percy called after her as she left the room. She either didn't hear him or ignored him because she soon came back with another plate full of food. Percy said his thanks and started eating again.

"So, you grew up with muggles, correct?" said, trying to start up a conversation.

Gulp. "Muggles?"

"Non magical people."

"Yeah. So?"

"Can you please explain to me the function of a debit card?"

"Uhh. A debit card is a piece of plastic you use to buy stuff. It takes money directly from your bank account when you use it so you don't always have to go back to the bank to get your money."

"Marvelous! Just marvelous! Isn't it ingenious what muggles have come up with lately?" He was met with dead stares and went back to eating.

The next day they went to Diagon Alley. Percy, like everyone else when they first came, was dumbstruck. There were all sorts of things to look at. Magic broom shops (he's never going in there), pranking shops (going in there), robe shops, and more.

They first went to Gringotts to get money for him to buy his supplies with. They were hair going to get the money from he Hogwarts account, but it turns out that Percy was heir to the ancient and noble houses of Slytherin and Gaunt. Now he has too much money then he knows what to do with. At least he can waste it in the pranking shop.

After grabbing a big handful of the golden coins (the Wizards called them galleons, but it was easier to call them golden coins), they went to get a magic wand!

"What does this sign say?" Percy asked Hermione, who escorted him around Diagon Alley when the adults went to do their own things.

"You can't read?" Hermione asked, bewildered.

"Dyslexia. An unfortunate side effect of being me."

"It says 'Ollivanders. Makers of fine wands since 600 b.c."

"Oh. That's cool."

They went inside the dusty shop. Percy walked up and rang the bell on the counter. They heard a few shufflings in the back, then Ollivander himself came.

"Perseus Riddle." Ollivander said as he stared deeply into Percy's eyes, as if he could read his entire soul. Knowing Ollivander, he probably could.

"It's Percy Jackson." Percy interrupted. He disliked being called by his full name. Only things that wanted to kill him did that. Also, Riddle wasn't his surname. Jackson was.

"I have been expecting you for quite a while now. It seems only yesterday that your grandfather was getting his wand here. A shame that he turned dark. He was a very bright boy." Percy got slightly uncomfortable when Ollivander started talking about Percy's grandfather. With all the bad things he had heard about him, Percy wasn't hoping to meet him anytime soon.

Ollivander then stared deeply into Hermione's eyes, although this time, he wasn't looking into her soul. It was more like the 'get out of my shop I want to talk to this customer alone' stare.

"Umm, I have to go do something. I'll be back here soon." Hermione rushed. She then zoomed out of the shop, obviously very uncomfortable from being on the receiving end of that stare.

"Percy Jackson, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Garrick Ollivander, son of Hecate and and descendant of Hephaestus. I have heard of you from the demigods who have passed through my shop. You are very famous."

Percy blushed, obviously embarrassed. "Are you going to tell…" He trailed off.

"Of course not. Now let's find you a wand. I have just the one in mind for you." Ollivander strode into the back of the shop. After a few shuffles and bangs, he came out with a long, light brown box. He opened it, and pulled out a wand the same shade of wood as the box. It was long and thin, but looked strong. It had an intricate pattern of waves in it that made it seem like hey we're actually moving.

"Cedar wood, twelve inches, kelpie hair core. This wand had been in my stock since before I was born. My father made it. He said it was for a true hero, one who would put his friends before anything else. From what I have heard, that describes you perfectly."

Percy blushed from the praise.

"What are you waiting for? Give it a wave." Ollivander scolded.

Percy, feeling quite foolish, gave the wand a large sweep, as if he was banishing a monster with his sword. A warm feeling shot through his body as bright blue and green sparks shot from the wand. A pleasant smell also spread through the shop; one you might smell in a perfume bottle that's labeled, 'Ocean Breeze'.

"That has to be my shortest sorting ever." Ollivander stated as he went to the cash register. "That will be 13 galleons."

Percy started rummaging through the coin bag Hermione had given him. He looked up. "The gold ones are the galleons, right?" He questioned. Ollivander nodded an affirmative, and Percy went back to his bag. He pulled out thirteen of the golden coins and set them on the counter.

"Thank you Mr. Jackson. I hope your wand serves you well." Ollivander said as Percy put the wand back in the box and put it in his pack (also graciously supplied by Hermione).

"Um, thanks to you too. Bye." Percy left the shop. Somehow, his mental image of getting a wand greatly differed from what he had just experinced.