Chapter 3:

Hey there! Sorry for taking so long to update- we were VERY busy. To answer kiwihead136's question, yes, there will be some Percabeth (not really any kissing, just hugs and being nicer/more teasing to each other than to others, that sort of thing) and possibly some Hermione/Ron. There will be no Thalico. Do you think that we should add Hermione/Ron to our story? Tell us in your reviews!

I just want to warn you, this chapter was written ALMOST ENTIRELY by me, Duck 1. There will be a chapter in the future written almost entirely by Duck 2, too, so be prepared.

Be warned! Possible future OC teachers! They may not have a big part, but they might be there.

I, Duck 1, write people a lot more in character than Duck 2. Actually, the whole reason for the OOCness is Duck 2. She likes to make smart people dumb.

-Duck 1

What she said.

-Duck 2

Percy POV:

A loud noise suddenly woke me up from my not- so peaceful slumber, in which I had been dreaming of the time that I thought that mom had been killed by the Minotaur. I opened my eyes to see Nico on the floor, his clothes charred and burnt, with Thalia standing over him with a murderous look on her face. "If you ever say that I like anyone again, I will fry your butt off!" Thalia hissed between her teeth.

"Well, she is a Hunter of Artemis- I can understand that she would do that, Nico." I said, helping Nico out of his uncomfortable position on the floor. Nico glanced fearfully over at Thalia. "It was just a joke! Geez! No need to get your panties- I mean, no need to get so angry," Nico quickly said, noticing Thalia's glare from the armchair across the room. I glanced over at the clock- it said 7:50. "Holy Poseidon! I gotta run, guys!" Classes started at eight, and I still needed to take a shower and eat at the Banquet hall. I grabbed the cloak and the wand that Annabeth had provided for me, and headed toward the shower room that this weird room had made appear. I was out in no time, having sped the cleaning up with my epic son of Poseidon powers. With a last goodbye towards my friends and Annabeth, who was reading a book on architecture, I left the room. "Time to go to school," I muttered.

Harry POV:

"Hermione, have you seen the new American student? The one that looks kind of like me?" I asked as I filled my plate with the usual food.

"Maybe he has something to do with what you saw last night, Harry. You did say that they had American accents. But, then again, you also said that Dumbledore seemed like he was trying to hide the group of kids that night. Why would one of them be out in plain sight?" Hermione pondered this, and then declared, "We will have to keep a close eye on that boy. We may find more clues about this whole situation."

I noticed Dumbledore was glancing between the boy and us with a twinkle in his eye. "He is definitely hiding something," I whispered to Hermione and Ron, who had now apparently decided to join in on the conversation instead of wolfing down his food as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Percy POV:

My first class is called Defense Against the Dark Arts with someone called 'Professor Umbridge.' I don't know why, but I had immediately taken a dislike to the name when I had heard it from Annabeth the first time. My Demigod evil senses are tingling…

Naturally, I tripped when walking into the classroom for the first time. The DADA teacher shot daggers at me with her eyes as the rest of the class laughed. A white-blonde haired kid at the back of the room muttered loud enough to be heard from my position near the room, "What, another Potter wannabe? Pfft. Even the Weasleys are more graceful than him!" I shot him my deluxe 'get the He-double-hockey-sticks away from me or I'll cut your head off' glare and the boy shut up immediately, his condescending stare turning fearful. Huh, I guess my glare has improved since the Second Titan war.

I walked to my seat, ignoring the stares that were burning holes into my back, and sat down next to a boy that looked quite like me- the (almost) same sort of eye color, the messy black hair. "Hello, my name is Harry Potter," he said to me, holding out his hand. "Percy Jackson," I said, shaking it. He shot me a confused look, as did the two that I had seen him hanging out with before. "Haven't you heard of Harry before?" the redhead asked me. "Uh… maybe. Uh… oh, yeah, Harry! Yeah, I've heard of him. Nice to meet you, man." The truth was, I had never even heard of a Harry Potter, but I pretended to know him in order to not gain any more suspicion, which was already plentiful in these students. I should have listened more to the briefing that Chiron had given us before we had left…

The redhead seemed content with my answer, but the bushy-haired girl and Harry didn't seem so sure. "Class, get your books out and put your wands away. Open your books to page two hundred and twenty-three," Umbridge said, all the while glaring suspiciously at me. I ignored that (wow, I'm getting good at that), and did what she said. Suddenly, I was hit in the head with something. Looking down, I saw an enchanted paper bird, still flapping its crumpled wings weakly. I looked up again to see the blonde boy smirking at me. Unfolding the paper, I saw a garbled mess of writing. Stupid dyslexia. The boy's smirk increased as I glanced at him, probably thinking that I had read what he had written. I tossed the paper back at him, keeping a neutral face just to annoy the heck out of him. His smirk wavered for a second.

"Mister… mister…"

"Percy Jackson, Miss Umbridge."

"Yes. Mister Jackson, what did I just see you do to Mister Malfoy?"

"I threw back a message that that kid just wrote to me. Unfortunately for him, I am dyslexic, and therefore can't read whatever it is he wrote."

The smirks on the fat teacher's and Malfoy's faces both dropped off. Umbridge recovered quickly, however. "And why should I believe that? Do you have any proof?"

"Yes. I can't read anything in this book, and I couldn't read the letter that Malfoy so carefully prepared for me."
"Is that sarcasm I hear, boy? Twenty points from… Gryffindor, is it? And a week's detention for you, Mr. Jackson. Now, start reading."

"I said that I can't read because I am dyslexic."

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for lying to a member of the Ministry."

Grumbling, I looked down at the book. The letters swirled before me in my anger. "I'll read it for you," a girl's voice came off from my right side. Looking at the source of the voice, I observed a blonde girl with radish earrings. "Thanks," I said, surprised.

"I'm Luna. Nice to meet you, Percy Jackson. I couldn't help but notice that the Piscines really seem to like you."

"Piscines?" I asked, bewildered.

"Piscines are small creatures that can only be viewed with special glasses. They look like tiny winged horses with fish tails."

"Ah~" (AN: A squiggle is used to make a word sound longer. Like, 'ah~,' if spelled out, would actually be 'aaahhhhh…').

Harry POV:

So. On his first day, the kid argues with the Toad… I might just like this Percy Jackson. So far, we have found out that Percy is American, dyslexic, and is already Malfoy and Umbridge's enemy. He also smells like the sea. Could that also be a clue to exactly where he is from? We haven't found any evidence that he is directly related to the incident, apart from his American accent. We haven't found him speaking in another language, or with another American. Well, it is still early. We will find out the answer to this riddle.

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-Duck 1

We tried a new strategy that includes each of us writing our own chapter… it may work out, it may not. Review please!

-Duck 2