DISCLAIMER THAT I ALWAYS FORGET TO DO: I don't own any of this besides the plot and the occasional unnamed oc. I believe that JK Rowling and Rick Riordan are the ones to blame for my obsession with their stories. No one can look at me odd if I'm obsessed with my own story tho.
CHAPTER 9
"Did Percy just correct Snape? And not get in trouble for it?" Ron said in a daze at the Gryffindor table in the great hall.
"Percy did bring up a very good point. His methods for teaching potions aren't very good." Hermione said as she slid in next to Ron.
"Didn't you see how Percy already knew Snape? Something is going on with him. I have this feeling that he's hiding something from us," Harry said across from them. Don't get him wrong; Harry loved that Percy corrected Snape, but Percy has this feeling around him like he's keeping something big from them.
"He does have that feeling around him mate, and him knowing Snape beforehand was a bit odd." Ron agreed. "He does seem like he's hiding something, but I feel we can trust him."
/TRANSPORTING TO DIVINATION CLASS/
"Good day." Professor Trelawney said in her usual misty, dreamy voice. She looked around the classroom, full of eager young faces ready to explore the delicate art of divination. True, few of them have the potential to become true masters in this branch of the arts, but all eager and ready to learn. As she gazed around the classroom, a new face stuck out. He had hair as dark as midnight; eyes, bright and hopeful, yet dark and foreboding. "It seems we have a new student." She said ominously. The new student looked up at her. She was struck with a vision of sorts. Pain. Torture. Love. Hate. Loss. The feelings all through her at once.
"You shall fail to save what matters most, in the end."
"Fail without friends, to fly home alone."
"One shall perish by a parent's hand."
"Lose a love to worse than death."
"Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown."
"Olympus to preserve or raze."
"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."
In a few minutes, Professor Trelawney would remember none of this, but at the time it was one of the scariest moments of her life. Monsters of unimaginable horror; wounds that would probably never heal; lost ones that would never come back; the pain of the world put on the shoulders of someone so young. She gasped, and the horrors she had seemed went away as if washed away by the tide. "I'm sorry dears; my mind seemed to have drifted for a moment." Her eyes were immediately drawn to the new student who now was deathly pale, silent tears running down his face. He got up from his chair, picked up his bag, and left the room as if in a trance.
"Did something happen?"
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"Hey, Annabeth."
Percy was in the nearest restroom where he had turned on a faucet and manipulated the water to form a fine mist in the sunlight, making a faint rainbow. He tried using his demi-phone, but he couldn't get a signal. Usually, it got its signal from the mist, he's still not sure how it gets the signal from the mist, but the magical aura around the school must be interfering.
"Hey, Percy. What's wrong?" She said noticing his red eyes and tears on his face.
"At Hogwarts, there's a teacher who just recited lines from all the prophesies I've been in."
"Oh my gods!" She said, covering her mouth with shock. "Do you have any idea where she heard those or why she decided to say them?"
Where had she heard those? The prophecies that had haunted him since he was twelve. The only people who knew the prophesies were a select few from Camp Half-Blood, and he had never seen her there before.
"I've never seen her before at camp. She's supposed to be some prophet, but from what I had heard from others she seemed like a fraud. She looked a bit out of it like Rachel does when she gives her prophesies."
"What's her name? I can check with Chiron to see if she had ever gone to camp."
"Sybill Trelawney."
"Ok. I'll check with Chiron. Are you better?"
"Yeah, I'm good. A lot of other half-bloods come here. Can you believe that your brother is a teacher?" He said with a smile.
"Really!?"
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Percy wanted to skip the rest of the classes that day, but Annabeth would hear nothing of that. Besides, by the time he had reached the classroom Percy was in a much better mood. He was still shaken up, but he felt much better. He wasn't going back to Divination in a while, and by that, he meant never.
He the last one to arrive and sat in the front of the classroom, the only seat left. "Well, good afternoon!" She said.
"Good afternoon," Some students mumbled in reply. One student, however, did an enthusiastic wave and practically yelled good afternoon at Umbridge, gaining a few snickers from the class. She got a disapproving glare from Umbridge though. Maybe she was a bit too loud.
"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now will it? I should like you, please to reply 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' And no yelling. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.
"There now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please." The class grumbled and reluctantly put away their wands while Umbridge pulled out her own rather short one, and tapped the board with it.
Defense Against the Dark Arts
A Return to Basic Principles
To Percy it looked like it read:
Drive Along the Dark Rats
A Reliving of Bread Pruning
"Well now, you're teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge stated, turning to face the class. "The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in you being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please." She tapped the board, and the message was replaced with the course aims; a rather boring list of aims with nothing about using magic. Percy, with his dyslexia, had trouble reading it. She then went on to tell them to get out their books and to start reading.
Hermione didn't open her book and started to look at Umbridge. "Did you want to ask something about the chapter, dear?"
"Not about the chapter, no."
"Well, we're reading just now. Of you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."
"I've got a query about your course aims."
"And your name is -"
"Hermione Granger."
"Well Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully."
"Well, I don't. There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells."
"Using defensive spells? Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class?"
"We're not going to be using magic?" Ron ejaculated loudly.
"Students raise their hands when they wish to speak in my class, Mr. -?"
"Weasley," said Ron, thrusting his hand into the air. This argument went on for a while in the same fashion until Harry brought up Voldemort.
"He wasn't dead," said Harry after Umbridge claimed he hadn't of returned, "but yeah, he's returned."
"Mr.-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-house-ten-points-do-not-make-matters-worse-for-yourself. As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie."
"It is NOT a lie! I saw him; I fought him!"
"Detention Mr. Potter. Tomorrow evening. Five o' clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie."
"Why would Harry be lying?" Interjected Percy. "He seems to have nothing to gain from lying so why are you not believing him?"
"Detention to you also at the same time."
"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?" Harry said. "Voldemort killed him, and you know it."
"Come here, Mr. Potter dear."
"Why are you punishing him for speaking his mind. He was there so it seems that he would know what happened better than anyone else." Percy said.
"You too, dear." Umbridge wrote a note and handed it to Harry. "Take this to Professor McGonagall, dears."
He took it, and they walked out of the room together. Once they exited, Harry smiled at Percy. Maybe he wasn't as bad as previously thought.
Yet another chapter. This one substantially longer than the ones I usually put out, but I feel as if it is of a lesser quality. I did take much from the book in the latter half and I took a much overused occurrence when Percy goes to Hogwarts: the prophesy thang with Trelawney. I also feel like Annabeth was extremely ooc during her appearance in the iris message so I apologize for that. Thanks for all the favorites and follows! -Fray the fish of fray