Harry's POV:
Percy Jackson, the man who supposedly claimed to be the son of Poseidon was on my mind while we traveled to the order's base of operations. I should be excited because maybe someone would finally tell me what in Merlin's name is going on. However, the way Percy held himself and the way he fought scared him deeply and intrigued him. Percy didn't care he was the 'boy who lived' nor did he care or even react all that much when talked about the wizarding world. But what was on his mind the most was the way the world evolved around him. It was like any magic that interacted with him was almost subservient to him. The air seemed to be more alive and hummed with power, something I had only experienced one place before at that was at Hogwarts. Soon he found himself in the worried embrace of Molly Weasley which for some reason soon as Molly hugged him, he could feel Serious get tense.
"Harry are you okay? Did he hurt you? Is he with Voldemort?" Molly asked clearly fretting over him.
"Molly he's okay. But we got somethings to discuss, and we need the entire order for this one." Remus said in a serious tone looking pointedly at Molly.
"I'll go call them." Molly said before turning to me and asking, "Harry how about you go upstairs Ron and Hermione were worried about you, but we asked them to stay upstairs in case you were hurt."
"Molly, Harry has faced Voldemort before he deserves to be in that room just as much as us. On top of that we don't know the whole story Harry might have more insight on this Percy fellow." Serious retorted back at Molly.
"Serious is right Molly. Harry might know some things we don't especially since Tonks didn't hear their full conversation." Remus came in on Serious defense. Soon almost the entire order had found themselves in the Dining Room along side with Harry who was standing awkwardly to the side taking in everyone's faces some of them Harry has never met and others he definitely knows.
Just then Dumbledore walked hurriedly into the room panic overtaking some of his features. Harry's blood turned cold. Dumbledore has always been the pinnacle of calm and collect mannerisms and something spooked Dumbledore. Everyone clearly was thinking along the same lines as I was because no one spoke, and the silence permeated into everything.
"Harry, is it true the man you spoke to today called himself a demigod." Dumbledore asked me with a slight tone of fear betraying his features.
"Yes, sir. Are you seriously considering that he could actually be telling the truth." I answered Dumbledore thinking about his how much power he displayed.
Before Dumbledore could answer Moody ask "Albus Demigods don't exist that's just what Muggles called us back before the Statute of Secrecy and they are knowing any better."
Dumbledore just looked at Moody before tiredly taking a seat and in a quit voice saying "Let me tell you a story that I unfortunately was a part of" Dumbledore said to Moody though clearly talking to the whole room. "Many years ago me and Grindelwald foolishly in our youth craved power and had a horrible dream. One with Wizards above muggles. The quest for power and to make that dream come to fruition lead us to attempting to get access to an artifact that would have the power that we needed." Dumbledore paused at this taking a shaky breath before glancing down at the wand in his hands and for the first time you could clearly see his age on his features. "But we found more than just the artifact and it haunts me to this day. A man with velvet black wings and a timeless face to him stood before us. Once we asked his name, he simply told us to call him Death and warn us to turn back. A fight broke out between us, and it was like nothing I had ever seen. The battle only lasted for twelve seconds and only stopped once I grabbed the Artifact but within that time twenty wizards and witches were reduced to ash by one man. His last parting words still rattle around in this old mind 'think before you act, for no mortal man deserves that power' and with that the man was gone."
The tension in the air was thick enough that I don't think even the sword of Gryffindor could cut it. We stood silently, all of us believing Dumbledore but knowing we shouldn't. What he said should not have been possible.
"What does this have to do with the boy?" Professor McGonagall asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Years after that fateful day both of us, despite the war that broke out between us, didn't stop the search for what that man was. But luckily, I made a breakthrough on an ancient wizarding tome in Greece. I never opened in fear of angering that man again, but I have my hunches and there is only one explanation that I can think of that can explain Percy and it honestly terrifies me." Dumbledore spoke softly as to not let that man here him. What kind of power could spook a man that makes the Dark Lord quake in his boots?
"If Percy is as powerful as you say. Why don't we ask him to help us fight Voldemort?" I asked Dumbledore but before he could answer the world shifted around us. The kitchen expanded as the walls slowly turned to stone as the entire room morphed into a cave big enough it could fight all of Hogwarts easily within its walls. Fine white mist clung to the ground and the air all around us and the place buzzed with the same magical energy I sensed on Percy but multiplied tenfold. The feeling was almost too much for me to handle and I can't say the same thing about some of the others considering they were on the floor looking like the were going to be sick.
"Hey where are we!"
"What are we doing here!"
"What's going on!"
The voices of Ginny, Hermione and Ron told me that everyone at Grimald Place had been taken, not just me and the order. Suddenly three figures walked slowly out of the darkness. An old lady, A beautiful middle-aged women, and a young girl all looking like the same person just different ages. A dog and a polecat walked obediently at their heels while they cared for a torch and keys. As they walked towards us though all three morphed together into a singular being with long black hair, purple eyes and long black silky robes holding the same torch and keys as earlier.
"I am Hecate the Goddess of Magic, Mist, Crossroads, Necromancy, Ghosts, Night, Moon, and Wizards/ Witches. I am older than the human race and more powerful than all of you combined. Now kneel before your Goddess and Queen!" The voice spoke echoing all around us but most creepily the body the voice obviously belonged to never opened its mouth.
"Wow! You could give Drama Queen run for his money with that performance! I can see where Lou Ellan gets it from. If the whole 'all powerful goddess' thing doesn't work out, then you could get a job as a Ventriloquist." I voice called out from the mist startling everyone but Hecate as they slowly walked into our vision.
"Percy Jackson, must you always run your mouth." The goddess spoke exasperated, ruining the terrifying image and replacing it with one that looked like an annoyed aunt staring at her annoying nephew.
"I just call it out as I see it. By the way I rarely see mortals in these dreams before and especially not conscious and aware about where they are. What gives?" Percy responded handedly clearly loving the frustration he is giving the Goddess.
"I'm a goddess I can do whatever I want." Was the only reply coming from the women clearly losing the battle of wills.
"But aren't you supposed to give me cryptic advice that barely helps and sends me on my way more confused than before. I've done these enough to know how they are supposed to work."
"Fine. Percy Jackson, will you help the wizards in stopping a certain Tom Riddle and help my people from a brutal war in the future." Hecate said on here last bit of patience.
"No. I promised that I would go with Annabeth to New Rome this year and this quest sounds kind of long. My doctor says that angry girlfriends are bad for my health so I'm going to have to pass on this one. Why don't you send someone else or better yet do it yourself." Percy sassed back making us fear for his safety as the clearly pissed off goddess just stared at Percy. Surprisingly enough Percy did not get smote by the goddess and instead the goddess took a couple of deep breaths and put on a fake smile.
"I could factor in transportation so you could still go to New Rome with the daughter of Athena." She said trying to not flip her lid.
"No can do I want day's off and I don't work for free." Percy said still with a nonchalant tone.
"Since when you have been so difficult?" Hecate yelled back at Percy which only prompted the boy to smile.
"I just released my worth and figure since I had serves that many Gods and Goddess seemed to be in the need of. I might as well charge for my time." Percy flashed a big toothy grin that screamed 'trouble maker' at the deity.
"Fine! But that is it you get Sunday's off, Holiday's off, I'll owe you a boon of your choosing and I'll arrange transportation back and forth between the quest here and New Rome." The goddess nearly screamed at the teen with enough of a red face from anger one might say her blood was boiling.
"Swear it on the River of Styx and that you won't take out your obvious disappointment and anger out on me, anyone I know and on anyone that is close to this situation." Percy said lazily.
"You know just because you are the 'Hero of Olympus' it doesn't mean you can be disrespectful." the Goddess said defeatedly.
"I'm not. I just know from experience that Godly Beings tend to not be grateful so I'm just demanding respect you Gods seem to forget that us Demigods and mortals deserve. Plus, don't forget who gave you more say in Olympus and allowed you to get the recognition you deserve." Percy's eyes flashed with anger even though his voice didn't betray any. Instantly I shivered as fear clutched my heart.
Wisely choosing to ignore Percy's last comment Hecate swore "I swear on the River of Styx that as long as Tom Riddle is defeated, wizarding race is saved that I will reward Percy Jackson with a boon of his request and give him transportation from New Rome and Hogwarts every day, as well as Sundays off and all Holidays. I will not take any anger, disappointment on Percy, anyone Percy is close to, and anyone effected by this decision."
The last thing that was said before the world faded back into the dreary excuse of a house known as Grimald Place was Percy saying with a grin "See that wasn't so hard."