Chapter 5

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Harry POV:

I stared at the sword aimed at my throat. It had appeared out of nowhere, and now I was frozen, wide eyed. I saw recognition pass through Percy's eyes, and the sword was withdrawn, disappearing into Percy's pocket (a shrinking spell, maybe?).

"What are you doing here?"

"That depends. Who is Annabeth?"

Stalemate. Percy huffed, drawing back. "Alright. How about a trade? You tell me all you know, and I tell you what I am doing here."

"Fine. I was suspicious of your actions. A few nights ago, I saw a crowd of people my age with American accents riding on thestrals. Dumbledore greeted them, and rushed the group inside as if he didn't want anyone to see them. Now, all of a sudden, you appear, with your American accent and sucky wizard powers. And your sword, of course. No true wizard would use a sword to protect themselves if they had their wand with them."

"Fine. I'm a half blood. I came here to fight against Voldemort."

I felt slightly offended by the comment about half bloods. "I'm a half blood too, you know, and that doesn't affect my magical ability. I'm better than Ron, and he's a pure blood, and my friend Hermione is a Muggle-born that kicks all of our butts at magic."

"That's not what I meant, but I'm not giving you any more information. I have a feeling that you will figure it out soon, anyway, and I don't know if I can trust you guys yet. Especially since your bushy-haired friend decided to dropkick me in the hallway."

"Yeah. Sorry about that. It's just that Hermione was testing to see if you would get hurt because of that Quidditch accident. She usually reserves violent acts for Slytherins only. Nice acting, by the way, but Hermione is very good at sensing an act when she sees one." I rocked back on my heels, triumphant at the disgruntled look on Percy's face.

"Yeah, well… alright. I'll give you that. But if you don't leave in thirty seconds, I'm calling Madame Pomfrey," Percy warned.

"You still have to spill your secrets. We had a deal, remember?"

"Our deal was that I would tell you why I'm here, not to spill my secrets. I already told you, I'm here to help fight against Voldemort."

Well, at least I know he's probably on our side, especially since he's not afraid to say Voldemort's name.

"Fine. I'll leave, but I won't stop trying to find out exactly who you are." I put my invisibility cloak on, noting that Percy didn't seem fazed by my sudden disappearance. I decided to leave that question until later. I left the room, headed back to the Gryffindor common rooms to gain the help of Hermione and Ron.

Percy POV:

I waited until I felt Harry's presence leave the room, and then drew my curtains so that no one would see what I did next. Using the water from the glass beside my bed, I summoned a mist and pulled a golden drachma from my pocket and tossed it into the mist. "O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Annabeth."

A hazy image of my girlfriend filled the mist in front of me. She was lecturing Nico on the history of the Eiffel Tower. He looked half asleep, hand occasionally twitching towards his dagger. I noticed Thalia lurking in the background, and Grover was lounging on the sofa. I cleared my throat, gaining the attention of all of my friends. "Hey, guys. That Potter boy that Dumbledore mentioned and his friends are getting really suspicious of me. I think that it's time for me to go back and stay with you guys. I'll tell you everything I found out, but not here. See you soon." I waved my hand through the mist, cutting the connection of the Iris message, and pulled back the curtains only to see the nurse from before staring at me.

"Well, hello." How much did she hear? Hopefully, she would be telling what she learned to people that we trust, and not our enemies. If she had heard the whole conversation, then she probably thought that I was a Death Eater, and tell all of the staff. How's that for stealth?

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When morning came, the nurse would find an empty bed and an empty glass of water, with no clue to where I had gone. I was back with my friends and girlfriend (AN: for those who don't like Percabeth, this won't change anything. We don't write sappy romance themes) at the Room of Requirement, telling them all I had found out about the people in this school, and my indecision to whether I should trust the 'Golden Trio.'

"I think that we should send someone else in. Not me, and not Percy," Annabeth stated. I thought for a second, before saying, "Nico. It has to be Nico. He's the one who can imitate a British accent the best, since they seem to be more suspicious of people with American accents."

Nico with a British accent. Heh.

Nico's eyes widened, and he yelled in an English accent, "You'll never take me alive!" He began to run around the room as it morphed into a street scene with a single, flickering lamppost. I ran to catch up to him, and then tripped him, sitting on his back and holding one of his legs in a wrestling position. The room changed back to normal.

"You are going, Nico, and that's final." Wow, I sounded like my mom.

Nico groaned and let his head drop to the ground. "Alright, just let me up. I need to practice my British accent."

"Drink some tea. It'll help." Nico muttered a curse in Italian.

Hermione POV

"So, he said that he's a half blood, yet he said that he wasn't what you think?"

"Yes. And the sword at my throat…"

I contemplated this for a second. "Well, maybe the sword was a hidden second wand…" in the next second, I had discarded this idea. No wizard could get a second wand unless they weren't in possession of theirs first, and Percy clearly had had a wand earlier today. So, why was he in possession of a sword? The only answer that I could come up with was that Percy wasn't a wizard, but that was impossible, because I had seen him doing spells (poorly, I might add) earlier that day. He may not be human, but might be a creature with some magical capacity… no, that couldn't be it… I looked up at Harry and Ron, who were watching me expectantly. "I have no clue."

"The world is ending! Hermione doesn't have an answer!" Harry yelled, falling to his knees dramatically and throwing his hands in the air. Ron copied Harry's actions.

I stood up in exasperation. "I'm going to the library to look for theories," I said, and walked away from the two boys. Why do I hang out with these people?

Halfway to the library, I felt someone watching me. Glancing around, I suddenly stumbled and fell into the wall- or at least, what I thought was the wall. Instead, something warm greeted me, and I felt the bony feeling of an elbow dig into my stomach. Gasping, I looked around, apologizing, but there was no one there. However, I could hear the soft sound of footsteps running in the opposite direction.

I took off after them.

Author's note:

Hi. SO. Chapter 5. What do you think? This chapter was written by me, Duck 1, with the help of Duck 2. We had fun writing it, so we'd be happy if you'd review, por favor!

-Duck 1

Hi guys! Did you like it? Expect a small amount of Percabeth. Very, very small. We don't write "love" stuff, and we hate it anyway. Review, si'l vous plait.

-Duck 2

Random story time!

So, I was driving to karate with my mom and I suddenly see this shirtless guy climb up onto this rocky thing, and jump onto this railing next to the busiest road in town (he almost fell off). He then starts to do random acrobatics, jumping and flipping around on the railing, almost getting hit by a car. I am forever scarred. :l