If anyone is still reading, this is the last chapter in this section of the series. I'm not currently sure its worth writing anymore and I've returned to my old story for a while. If I do write on this again, it will be early next year or later. Thanks for reading and comments.
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WTF Annabeth
Chapter 27

Percy

The morning started nicely enough. Dumbledore had asked that we tell no one about Quirrell, so of course everyone soon knew he was dead and gone, that Rue had something to do with it, and no one knew why but it had something to do with Voldemort. After the fight we had returned to the celebration and it continued into the late night. Silena and Rue took off to talk alone, I assume they were speaking in tongues until lights out, Ron and Hermione took off too. After a bit Annabeth and myself went to the boy's side but we stayed in the common room talking to SPEW students about spell and blade strategy. This was Annabeth's idea of a great date and as I was decompressing from not being able to kill anything, I was cool with it.

Dumbledore announced at breakfast only that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would be supplying substitute teachers for Defense against the Dark Arts class until a suitable replacement for Quirrell could be found.

Then Rue's newspapers arrived and he exploded.

"What the hell?! What the fucking hell?" He nearly shouted.

On the cover was a moving picture of Dumbledore and Silena, snapped as she hugged him when he led her and Lemur to the stands the day before. The headline read "Daft Dumbledore Gives the Boy Who Lived Over to American Harlot!" The story was even worse and continued to the second page with a photogif of Silena and Harry's embrace when he stopped to kiss her during the victory lap. This photo was captioned "The American Harlot That Stole Potter's Heart!"

The article was pure conjecture with no substantiation at all. It claimed that Silena was either a veela or perhaps a demonic siren that Harry Potter had met while off in the states at Dumbledore's insistence, and that Potter had returned to the UK to attend Hogwarts only to reject all the fine British girls there. It also alleged that he traveled with extremely violent associates, one of whom had put a young magician from the noble House of Slytherin in the infirmary from a savage and unprovoked attack which Dumbledore decided to ignore.

"Where do they get this bullshit? Silena, I'm so sorry, they shouldn't say that, its all lies."

"My butt looks great in that photo! Do they all move here?" Silena said with glee.

"It really does!" Annabeth agreed. "Oh, and magician photos do that, like a gif file."

"What's a gif file?" nearly everyone asked.

"Where do they get this rubbish?" Harry asked to no one in particular.

"So Potter, what's it like to be a media darling?" Draco Malfoy asked as he laughed from a table away.

"I don't know really, still coming to grips with it. What's it like to be such a pussy you spend a week in the infirmary for a black eye?"

"I'll have you know I had to to Mungo's to see an ENT specialist for my broken nose!" he yelled.

"Want to see him again?" Annabeth asked with a sickening smile as she twirled her wand in her fingers.

Malfoy decided breakfast was over and it was time for him to leave.

"I think you'll find the sport pages more to your taste Mr Potter" Dumbledore said from behind us.

"Professor, can they really print this rubbish?"

"The Prophet has been advised in the past that our students, particularly our famous ones, are off limits for their brand of yellow journalism. I will being having a word with them, as will the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. We take children's privacy quite seriously here."

With that Dumbledore left and Seamus demanded we look at the sport pages.

Apparently the match was the only sport worth doing a story on the day before, and it was line after line of praise for Harry, and wondering what had happened to the once vaunted Slytherin House team. In particular it mentioned a certain American lass of the finest character who had traveled all the way from New York to cheer for Gryffindor and who must have certainly inspired Potter's incredible performance.

That the two articles were in the same paper was to say the least confusing.

Herminone and Ron arrived with bags under their eyes, looking like they have been awake most of the night.

"Guys! You have to come with us, we found a mirror that can tell your future!" Hermione said.

We were done eating anyway and had nothing else to do so we decided to check it out. Rue was still steaming with anger, but Silena told him not to get worked up about, that everyone she cared about in the world of magic was right there with us and none seemed to think she was a harlot.

"And I did steal your heart" she smiled.

"No you didn't. I freely gave it." Rue replied, earning a stupendous amount of boyfriend points.

The mirror was in a part of the castle we have never been, there were still quite a few of those, between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and through a door where we found a long empty table in an otherwise empty room. The shades were pulled down.

"Look! See? Its me, arguing a case before the Wizengarten! I knew it! I'm going to be a magical lawyer!" Hermione squealed. "Its the same as it was before Ron! It's fate! You can't change the future!"

"Hermione! Thats not what I see, look, there!" he pointed. "I'm head boy and on the Quidditch team! They're carrying me off on their shoulders! Ron replied.

"That's what we both saw last night too, I think it shows a different part of the future to whoever looks in it." Hermione said.

"Uh guys" I said.

"I.,, I'm on a beach, with Rue, and our kids!" Silena squealed.

"That's right! And my parents are there!" Rue exclaimed.

"Uh guys..." I said. Again.

"Percy! I'm in a library! I'm the librarian, and, and you're there! And we have like, let me count... nine kids!"

"What the fuck Annabeth! Have any of you read the carving around the top?

"You don't see the library?" Annabeth asked.

"Uh, no, when I look in the mirror I see me and you, and a house in the suburbs, and no monsters, and yeah, there are a couple of kids and a Labrador retriever. But when I look above it, I seen in the frame carved 'Mirror of Desire.' Its not showing you the future, its showing you what you desire."

"You're silly Percy, it says 'Mirror of Erised.' That is probably the name of the wizard that enchanted it." Hermione explained to everyone but mine's agreement.

"Its probably your dyslexia honey."

"No, its not. Well, maybe it is, but that is what the mirror is doing. Let me prove it. Rue, describe Silena's bikini."

"Its a simple black two piece. Looks great on you too hon'."

"Thanks sweetie!"

"Silena, is that what you see?" I asked

"Yes, why?"

"Okay so how many kids?"

"Three." Silena answered.

"Two" Harry said.

"So the only other difference is Rue's parents?"

"Yes! But it could be at different times, maybe a year or two apart, maybe we are on vacation!" Silena said.

"Right, but"

"But my parents are dead." Harry interrupted.

"That and"

"Well, maybe they are some relatives. Didn't you say you have an Aunt and Uncle you've never met?" Silena asked Rue.

"That's not the point, Annabeth have you ever seen Silena wear the same swimwear, or anything else, twice?"

"No. So..."

"So it shows you want you want to see. That's not bad though, I mean, we all have similar goals, now we just have to work to make them happen." I said.

"Very wise Mr Jackson. The mirror of Erised shows nothing but your heart's greatest desire. I had it brought here to be part of the security for the stone Quirrell sought, and will be moving it today so that it can be. Many a young life has been wasted staring into it. I urge you all to take the memory of what you have seen and as Mr Jackson says, work towards it. Don't waste your life away dreaming about Harry, no spell can bring back your parents, but you can keep their memory in your heart. I knew them well, and I know they are today so very proud of their son." Dumbledore said.

Apparently he had followed us to the mirror. Sneaky old bastard.

"That was wise of you Percy, why didn't I figure it out? Annabeth asked.

"Because you're a seaweed brain?"

She crossed her arms, stared and tapped her foot like she does when steam is about to come out of her ears. Oops.

"Its a goal worth working on to me Rue." Silena smiled.

"Me too." Harry replied with a grin.

"Nine kids? What the fuck Annabeth?"