Disclaimer: Playing in Rowling's and Riordan's sandbox. They own the toys; we're just having fun!

Previously in Chapter 7:

As the light faded and the echoes of Harry's magic subsided, Percy and Sally looked upon him with a sense of reverence and gratitude. They knew that something extraordinary had just occurred, something that would change the course of their lives forever.

'Dragonstaff and Technomage' - Thoughts

Chapter 8: Training

Or as Percy called it 'The time when I learned water-bending'

"Come on, Perce! You're younger than me! Surely you can outrun me?" Harry's voice echoed over the crashing waves as he dashed across the sandy shore, his feet kicking up tiny clouds of golden grains behind him.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of crazy. Harry still vividly remembered waking up after that whole Goblet of Fire ordeal.

He could see himself lying unconscious on the beach, the searing heat of the flames licking at his skin as he battled against the ancient artefact's malevolent power. He could remember the surge of fear and desperation that had gripped his heart as he struggled to stay conscious, his body wracked with pain.

And then, miraculously, he had found himself back in his own bed, the pounding headache in his temples a stark reminder of the ordeal he had just endured. He blinked groggily, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

As his senses slowly returned to him, he became aware of the comforting presence of Sally at his side, her hand resting gently on his forehead. He could hear the soft murmur of Percy's voice nearby, his words a soothing balm to Harry's frayed nerves.

Dobby and Winky were standing at the foot of the bed, their expressions filled with concern as they watched over their master. Hedwig was perched on the windowsill, her piercing gaze fixed on Harry with unwavering loyalty.

"Harry! You're awake!" Percy had exclaimed, relief flooding his features as he rushed to Harry's side. "We were so worried about you!"

He had managed a weak smile, his throat dry and scratchy as he tried to speak. "What... what happened?" he croaked, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his own heartbeat.

Sally brushed a lock of hair from Harry's forehead, her eyes shining with tears of relief. "We don't know, Harry. And I was so scared," she explained, her voice trembling with emotion. "But whatever it was, you managed to fight it off."

Harry's head throbbed with pain as he struggled to piece together the events of the past few hours. He remembered the flames, 'the Goblet of Fire', as it engulfed him in its fiery embrace. But beyond that, everything was a blur, a jumble of fragmented memories and half-formed thoughts.

"Alright, help me get up, and where are my glasses?" Harry's voice cracked, his words tinged with confusion and discomfort.

Percy hurriedly fetched Harry's glasses and handed them to him, but when Harry put them on, the world seemed to go completely out of focus. He blinked in confusion, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of the distorted shapes and colours before him. "What's happening?" he muttered, his voice filled with bewilderment.

Sally exchanged a worried glance with Percy, her heart sinking at the sight of Harry's distress. "Harry, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.

But then, to their amazement, Harry suddenly removed his glasses and blinked in surprise. His eyes widened as he realised that he could see perfectly without them, the world around him crystal clear and sharp. "I... I don't need my glasses," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

Percy whooped with joy, leaping up from his seat and pumping his fist in the air. "That's awesome, Harry! You're like a real-life superhero! Did a magical spider somehow bite you?"

Harry laughed, his heart light with exhilaration. "I know, right? It's incredible!"

But in his excitement, Harry made a sudden movement, reaching out to ruffle Hedwig's feathers. The owl squawked indignantly, flapping her wings and delivering a swift cuff to Harry's head with her talons.

"Ow! Sorry, sorry Hedwig! Alright, alright, I get it!" Harry laughed, rubbing the sore spot on his head as Hedwig fixed him with a reproachful glare. "No need to get violent, Hedwig."

Over the next few days, Harry noticed some remarkable changes within himself. His magic seemed to have undergone a transformation, responding more readily to his commands and flowing with a newfound ease that he had never experienced before. It also felt as though a weight had been lifted from his mind, leaving his head feeling light and clear.

But that had not been the only change. It was possible that the surge of magic released by what the family had now dubbed 'The Goblet Incident' had managed to attract some of the monsters in their neighbourhood. The weird sights that Harry had seen in his first few days in New York had come back. The one-eyed giant, 'Cyclops', he corrected himself, the harpies, hounds from hell had all started turning up near the house. The wards had held strong so far, confusing them and causing them to turn back.

However, one Cyclops had either possessed an unusually strong will or had been too foolish to heed the warnings embedded within the wards. Ignoring the instinctual compulsion to turn back, the Cyclops pressed on, driven perhaps by malicious intentions toward Percy and the family. Sensing the threat, the defensive aspect of the wards had reacted with lethal force, resulting in the Cyclops meeting a fiery demise, and made Harry gag at the smell of the rotting monster flesh. That meant the wards had been at full power, but Harry still decided to check them later for any deficiencies or defects that power surge might have caused.

Thankfully Percy had been at school and Sally out shopping, and hence did not need to see the gruesome scene, or the screams and sounds that the being had made as it got roasted alive. Though Harry harboured reservations about the necessity of taking a life, his unwavering commitment to protecting his family superseded any moral qualms. The disapproval of figures like Hagrid (the one adult Harry still believed actually wanted the best for him) meant nothing to him if it meant ensuring Percy and Sally's safety. He would even fight a god if it meant keeping Percy and Sally alive.

Thankfully, the incident remained isolated, with no further monsters breaching their sanctuary. Any wandering creatures were swiftly dealt with by the wards themselves, allowing the family to enjoy a semblance of peace within their protected haven.

Harry's attention was drawn back to the present by Percy's voice as his little brother giggled, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to keep up with Harry. "I'm trying, Harry! But you're too fast!" he exclaimed between panting breaths, his small legs struggling to match Harry's longer strides.

Harry glanced back over his shoulder, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "You're not giving up already, are you, Perce?"

Percy shook his head vigorously, determination shining in his bright blue eyes. "No way! I can do this!" he declared, summoning his last burst of energy to sprint after Harry with renewed vigour.

Harry dashed across the finish line, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he edged out Percy by just a few seconds. He slowed to a stop, hands on his knees as he caught his breath, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. Percy came up bounding behind him, his cheeks flushed with exertion but a wide grin of accomplishment lighting up his features.

Sally stood at the entrance of their home, a pitcher of blue lemonade waiting on the porch table. She watched with a proud smile as Harry and Percy approached, their laughter mingling with the sound of the crashing waves.

"Great job, you two!" Sally called out, her voice warm with pride. "You're getting faster every day, Percy!"

Harry clapped Percy on the back, a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're doing great, Perce! Pretty soon, you'll be leaving me in the dust."

Percy beamed up at Harry, his eyes shining with excitement. "You really think so, Harry? That would be so cool!"

Sally poured them each a glass of lemonade, the cool blue liquid refreshing against their parched throats. They gathered around the porch table, sipping their drinks as they basked in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Harry grinned, a mischievous spark lighting up his eyes as he glanced toward the stretch of beach nearby. "I thought we could do something a little different today."

Percy cocked his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Different? You mean like trying to turn mom's flowers into goldfish again?"

Harry laughed while Sally erupted into a coughing fit, shaking her head at Percy's antics. "No, Percy, I think we've had enough goldfish incidents for one week."

Sally finally regained her composure, chuckling softly. "Let's try something a bit more controlled, shall we?"

Percy nodded eagerly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Okay, what's the plan, Harry?"

Harry's grin widened as he glanced at the ocean waves lapping against the shore. "I thought we could work on your water powers today."

Percy's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? You mean I get to waterbend? Like Katara?"

Harry nodded, his excitement mirroring Percy's. "Exactly! I think you're ready to start tapping into your abilities, Percy. We'll take it slow, but I have a feeling you're going to pick it up quickly."

Sally smiled warmly at them both, her heart swelling with pride at the bond they shared. "Just be careful, you two. We don't want any tidal waves washing away the neighbourhood."

Percy grinned cheekily. "No promises, Mom."

Harry chuckled at Percy's response, ruffling his hair affectionately. "We'll do our best to keep the waves under control, won't we, Percy?"

Percy nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with determination. "Definitely, Harry! I'm ready to make some waves!"

Sally shook her head fondly, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in her expression. "Just don't make them too big, okay? I don't want to have to explain to the neighbours why their houses suddenly have a new waterfront view."

Percy pouted, his eyes darting mischievously. "Not even Mr. Smith? He could use a new view!"

"No, Percy," Sally replied firmly.

Harry leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "Here's the first lesson of the day, mate. It's sometimes better to ask for forgiveness than for permission. Got that?"

Percy grinned back, nodding eagerly. "Yeah, you're right!"

Sally's voice trailed after them as they headed outside. "I heard that, you two!" as she shook her head in exasperation.

Harry led Percy down the shoreline, the two giggling like madmen. The rhythmic crash of the waves filled the air, a soothing melody that seemed to echo the pulse of the ocean itself.

Harry knelt beside Percy, the sand warm beneath his knees as he prepared to impart his knowledge of elemental magic. With a gentle smile, he placed a hand on Percy's shoulder, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Alright Perce, let's talk about elemental control, at least from a wizard's perspective," Harry began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "You see, elemental magic is all about understanding and connecting with the base elements that make up life itself. It's about realising that we're just tiny specks in the grand scheme of things, asking these elements to lend us their power."

He paused for a moment, allowing Percy to take in his words before continuing. "Now, most wizards would never agree to be subservient to anything, which is why they struggle to control the elements. It takes them years of practice and study to even begin to touch true base elemental magic. But for those who can, they become immortalised in wizarding lore."

Harry's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke, his passion for the subject evident in every word. "Controlling one element is difficult enough, but to control all of them? That's legendary status. Merlin was said to be the only one who could do that. And you know what? I believe the Founders of Hogwarts could control the four base elements."

He glanced at Percy, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Salazar Slytherin with water, Godric Gryffindor with fire, Rowena Ravenclaw with air, and Helga Hufflepuff with earth. Pretty impressive, eh?"

Percy nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with fascination. "Wow, that's amazing! So, how do I start controlling water?"

Harry chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Well, lucky for you, Percy, you've got a head start with your dad being the literal god of the seas. But for now, let's start with the basics. Close your eyes and focus on the ocean. Feel its rhythm and flow."

Together, they sat in silence, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the air around them. Harry guided Percy through a series of breathing exercises, helping him to connect with the water on a deeper level.

"Good, Percy, now imagine a small stream of water, just a trickle at first," Harry instructed, his voice gentle yet firm. "Feel it flowing through your mind, following your every command."

With Harry's guidance, Percy concentrated, his brow furrowing in concentration as he visualised a tiny stream of water forming before him. At first, it wavered and flickered with uncertainty, but with each passing moment, it grew stronger and more stable.

"That's it, Percy, you're doing great!" Harry encouraged, his voice filled with pride. "Now, try to shape it, control its movements."

With a determined expression, Percy focused his energy, his hands moving in intricate patterns as he directed the flow of water. Slowly but surely, the stream began to take shape, twisting and turning in the air before them.

Sally watched from the porch, her heart swelling with pride at the sight of her son mastering his abilities under Harry's patient guidance. She knew that they still had a long way to go, but with Harry by their side, she had no doubt that they would succeed.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the beach, Percy let out a triumphant whoop as he successfully shaped the water into a small figure-eight. Harry clapped him on the back, his eyes shining with pride.

"Nicely done, Percy! I knew you could do it," Harry exclaimed, his smile infectious as they basked in the glow of their achievement. "With a little more practice, you'll be controlling the tides in no time!"

"That was so cool! Can you do anything like that?"

Harry grinned mischievously, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, let's see, shall we?"

With a flourish of his hand, Harry knelt down on the sand, his fingers brushing against the grains as he began to murmur incantations under his breath. His wand shot into his other hand, twirling odd patterns. Instantly, the earth beneath them began to stir, the sand rising and swirling in intricate patterns.

Percy gasped in amazement as the sand formed into towering pillars and intricate shapes, weaving together to create a mesmerising display of earth magic. Meanwhile, the sea seemed to respond to Harry's commands, the waves rising and falling in harmony with the movements of the sand.

As Harry continued to manipulate the elements, Percy couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer power and beauty of his abilities. It was like watching a master painter at work, crafting a masterpiece with each flick of his wand and whispered incantation.

Finally, with a final flourish of his hand, Harry brought the display to a graceful conclusion, the sand settling back onto the beach with a soft whisper. He looked up at Percy with a grin, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"So, what do you think, Perce? Not bad for a day's work, huh?" Harry chuckled, his chest swelling with pride at Percy's awed expression. "With a little practice, you'll be doing things like this in no time."

Percy's eyes widened in amazement, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Dude! That was two elements! You said it takes years and years of practice to master even one!"

Harry grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, I've always been a bit of an overachiever, haven't I? But don't worry, Perce, with your determination and my guidance, you'll be mastering water manipulation in no time."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "And what I did was just scratching the surface, Percy. There's so much more to elemental magic than what I showed you. Even I'm still learning."

Percy's face lit up with excitement. "Then we'll learn it together, Harry!"

Harry's smile widened, a warmth spreading through him at Percy's words. "Together," he agreed, his voice filled with determination and pride.

The last day of the school year arrived, casting a bittersweet hue over the small coastal neighbourhood. For Sally, it was a day tinged with worry and frustration as she sat at the kitchen table, her brow furrowed in concern. Percy had managed to get himself suspended from yet another school, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her wayward son.

Meanwhile, Harry sat cross-legged on the living room floor, surrounded by a stack of dusty tomes and scrolls that he had "liberated" from the hidden chambers of Hogwarts. He frowned in concentration as he poured over the ancient script, his brow furrowed in frustration as he struggled to decipher its meaning. Despite his best efforts, some passages remained stubbornly incomprehensible, their secrets tantalisingly out of reach.

Sally glanced over at Harry, a pang of sympathy tugging at her heart as she watched him struggle with the ancient text. Harry's magic had changed since that day in February, and he had been trying to search for answers as to what exactly had happened to him.

As if sensing her gaze, Harry looked up from the book he was studying, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "I can't shake this feeling, Sally," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "Something's different. Ever since that day with the Goblet, I've felt... different."

Sally crossed the room and sat down beside him, her hand reaching out to squeeze his reassuringly. "You're not alone in this, love," she said softly. "We're in this together, remember?"

Harry managed a weak smile, grateful for her unwavering support. "I know, mum," he said, his voice steady with resolve. "But I can't help but feel like there's something I'm missing, something important."

Sally nodded understandingly, her mind drifting back to that fateful day in February when Harry had faced down the Goblet of Fire and emerged victorious. It had been a terrifying ordeal, one that had left them all shaken to the core. But it had also been a turning point, a moment of reckoning that had changed the course of their lives forever.

Sally could still see Harry lying unconscious on the porch, his body engulfed in flames as he battled against the ancient artefact's malevolent power. She could remember the surge of fear and desperation that had gripped her heart as she watched helplessly from the sidelines, praying for his safety.

But Harry had changed since that day. Not overtly, but to her motherly instincts, she could see the small changes that made Harry different. How he conducted himself differently, being more open and less prone to moments of anger and sadness. How he seemed to be more sure of himself and his decisions, and even the way he treated others around him. Harry had always been respectful of everyone, even Dobby, Winky and Hedwig, but now he actually started forming connections with them, bonds of love and friendship.

He was clearer in his thoughts, more easily vocalising them, and more easily presenting his arguments. He had always seemed a smart kid, but now just 'smart' seemed like an understatement. But Harry, for some reason, had been unnerved by some of the changes. He had pulled out his books, trying to figure out what exactly had happened to him.

And that is how Harry currently found himself sitting surrounded by towers of books. Percy would probably have a heart attack if he saw so many books together, and was asked to read them. His dyslexia and ADHD definitely did not help. Sally decided to go for a quick run to the supermarket to get some ingredients for making Percy's and Harry's favourite cookies.

As Harry turned the pages of an ancient grimoire, lost in thought, he heard the front door creak open. Glancing up, he saw Percy trudging in, his school bag slung over his shoulder and a dejected expression on his face.

"Hey, Percy," Harry called out, trying to sound cheerful despite the worry gnawing at his gut. "How was school today?"

Percy shrugged, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Same old, same old," he muttered, kicking off his shoes with a sigh. "Got kicked out again."

Harry's heart sank at Percy's words, his worry deepening into a sense of frustration and helplessness. He had hoped that this new school would be different, that Percy would finally find a place where he belonged. But it seemed that fate had other plans.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Harry said softly, rising from his chair and crossing the room to wrap his arms around his brother in a comforting hug. "You'll find somewhere eventually. I promise."

Percy leaned into the embrace, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "Thanks, Harry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm just tired of never fitting in anywhere."

Harry squeezed Percy's shoulder reassuringly, his heart aching for his brother's pain. He knew that Percy's journey had been far from easy, but he was determined to stand by him every step of the way, no matter what challenges they faced.

"Anyways, what are you reading?" Percy asked, leaning over to get a look at the open book on Harry's lap.

Harry glanced down at the ancient text, his brow furrowing in frustration. "Just some old wizarding grimoire," he replied, his voice tinged with exasperation. "I've been trying to translate it for hours, but progress is slow."

Percy peered at the page, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar script with ease. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Harry with a surprised expression. "You mean this?" he asked, pointing to a passage near the top of the page, and started reading in flawless English.

Harry's eyes widened in shock as he read the words Percy was pointing to. It was as if a fog had been lifted from his mind, allowing him to understand the text with perfect clarity. "How did you...?" he began, his voice trailing off in amazement.

Percy shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I don't know," he admitted. "It just... made sense to me, I guess."

Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Really?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. "Could you... could you try translating some more of it?"

Percy nodded eagerly, his confidence bolstered by Harry's encouragement. He flipped through the pages of the ancient grimoire, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar text with ease. To his amazement, the letters seemed to arrange themselves into coherent words and sentences, devoid of the usual jumbled mess that dyslexia often wrought.

Harry's excitement bubbled over as he watched Percy effortlessly translate passage after passage, his heart pounding with exhilaration at the possibilities unfolding before them.

"We need to test this," Harry declared, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. He hurriedly retrieved a stack of grimoires from the shelves, laying them out before Percy. "Try these ones. Let's see if it's just this script or if you can read others too."

Percy furrowed his brow in concentration as he examined the texts, but to Harry's disappointment, he only seemed to be able to decipher the one script they had discovered. Nevertheless, Harry couldn't suppress his grin. It was progress, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of uncertainty.

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, they approached Sally, who was working around the kitchen, being assisted by Winky, eager to share their discovery with her. Harry recounted the events of the day, his words tumbling out in a rush as he explained Percy's newfound ability to read the ancient text.

Sally listened intently, her expression shifting from surprise to pride as she absorbed the news. "That's incredible, Percy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I'm so proud of you."

Percy beamed at the praise, a sense of accomplishment swelling within him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope for the future, buoyed by the love and support of his family.

As Harry tucked Percy into bed, he couldn't shake the weight of his brother's words from his mind. After ensuring Percy was settled and drifting off to sleep, Harry joined Sally in the living room, his expression grave.

"Sally," Harry began, his voice tinged with concern, "I need to talk to you about something Percy said earlier."

Sally turned to him, her eyes filled with concern. "What is it, Harry? Is everything alright?"

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Percy told me he's tired of never fitting in anywhere," he explained, his voice heavy with worry. "He's been kicked out of so many schools, and it's taking its toll on him. I can't stand to see him like this, Sally. He's just a kid, and he deserves to be happy."

Sally's heart ached at the pain in Harry's voice, her maternal instincts kicking in. "Oh, Harry," she murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. "We'll figure this out together. Percy is lucky to have you looking out for him."

Harry managed a small smile, grateful for Sally's support. "There's something else, though," he continued, his expression turning thoughtful. "He was able to read the ancient text in the books I've been trying to translate."

Sally's eyes widened in surprise. "Yes. That was incredible. Any thoughts on how that is possible?"

Harry shrugged, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I think it might have something to do with the fact that the script is Ancient Greek," he mused. "I've been studying the language for a while now, at the insistence of some... unconventional tutors."

Sally nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. "That would make sense. But why would Percy be able to read it so easily?"

Harry's gaze drifted to the floor, his thoughts racing. "His father is an ancient Greek deity," he mused aloud. "Maybe that plays a small role?"

Sally raised an eyebrow, considering his words. "It's possible," she conceded. "But whatever the reason, it's a breakthrough."

Harry nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "If Percy understands that language perfectly, he needs to learn stuff in it."

Sally frowned, her brow furrowing in concern. "But there are no schools that offer all their courses in Ancient Greek, Harry."

"I know," Harry replied, his voice resolute. "Maybe we take over his education? Homeschool him. I can learn Ancient Greek in a few weeks; I already have a solid grounding in it. And I don't like to brag, but I had completed my British A-levels before leaving for Hogwarts. I just didn't make a big deal as the Dursleys wouldn't have liked it."

Sally came over to where Harry was standing, "Oh Harry. Don't let those people drag you down." she said as she pulled him into a hug. She hesitated, her expression reflecting her uncertainty. "But homeschooling Percy... It's a big responsibility, Harry. Are we really equipped for that?"

Harry placed a reassuring hand on Sally's shoulder, his gaze unwavering. "We may not have all the answers, but we can figure it out together," he said gently. "If it doesn't work out, we can always look for a school to enrol Percy in. But for now, let's give it a try. Percy needs us, Sally, and I can't stand to see him suffer."

Sally sighed, her features softening as she looked into Harry's earnest eyes. "Alright," she relented. "Let's give it a try. But we'll need a plan and some structure."

Harry nodded, a grateful smile playing on his lips. "I'll start researching and drafting a curriculum right away," he promised. "We'll make this work, Sally. I know we can."

And so, Harry embarked on the task of tutoring Percy in both academic subjects and the intricacies of his newfound supernatural abilities. With a makeshift curriculum in hand, Harry dove into the role of educator with determination and enthusiasm. Percy, for his part, embraced the opportunity to learn in the comfort of his own home, relishing the chance to spend more time with his beloved mother and his adopted elder brother.

As the days turned into weeks, Harry and Percy delved into a wide range of subjects, from mathematics and literature to mythology and elemental magic. Together, they explored the ancient texts that had once baffled Harry, now finding a renewed sense of purpose in their studies. Percy's natural aptitude for Ancient Greek, proved to be a valuable asset, allowing him to easily grasp the intricacies of the mystical texts that Harry had struggled to translate.

Under Harry's patient guidance and Sally's unwavering support, Percy thrived, his confidence blossoming with each passing day. Concepts that once seemed daunting in the classroom now came to him with surprising ease, although he still harboured a deep aversion to mathematics. "Who in their right mind enjoys maths anyway?" he often quipped, much to Harry's amusement. Nevertheless, his proficiency in English had improved noticeably, a testament to his dedication to his studies.

Even more remarkable was Percy's newfound mastery over the tides. With Harry's tutelage, he could now command the ocean's ebb and flow with his will, a power that still filled him with awe and wonder.

As they wrapped up their lessons for the week, Harry hinted at exciting new challenges to come, igniting Percy's curiosity and anticipation for what lay ahead. But before they could dive into their next adventure, a special treat awaited the family: their first-ever family trip. Percy could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect, eager to create cherished memories with his loved ones by his side.

AN: Well that is the end of this chapter. Any guesses on where our three favourite people are going? Keep reading to find out

On another note, a big thank you to all the reviewers and people who have been reading our story!

A special mention to MythsterBlack for catching an important error - Harry is definitely born on July 31st rather than August 31st!

Also, we have taken on a new beta! Everyone, please welcome aGnamZer0. We would like to thank him for his time to bounce ideas off and go through our drafts and make sure there are no errors in our writing.

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