Chapter 10

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"Lacey?" Percy asked. He felt dizzy and disoriented. He tried to reach up his hands to press on his forehead, but saw that one arm was tied to an infirmary bed. "What the... Why am I tied to a bed?"

The small daughter of Aphrodite gave a squeak of surprise and stuttered out a small, "P-Percy?"

He nodded. "Where the Hephaestus am I?" Percy asked.

"Oh my gods! You woke up and you said you were from England and that your name was Harry Potter and that we were imperiusing you or something and-"

"What? But I was just in England and... What's happening, what's going on? Lacey, where's Annabeth? I need to talk to her." Percy moved to stand up, but couldn't move more than a foot or two before he was restrained by the cuff. "Oh for Poseidon's sake," he muttered before reaching over and untying the rope. He quickly stood and strode out of the room he was in.

Once he got into the hallway, he realized that he was in the infirmary, and quickly walked towards the exit. "Percy?" Will Solace asked, reaching an arm out to stop him.

"Will, hey, where's Annabeth? I need to ask her what happened, because I was just in En-"

Percy felt a tug forward from his gut and suddenly felt that uncomfortable stretching and itching all over his body, concentrated on his eyes. He shouted and tried to scratch them out of his head, all logic gone.

"Harry, don't!" a boy's voice said, stopping his hands before they reached his eyes. Percy was aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, of people around him shouting in surprise at something. He couldn't really focus on that though, as he was wrestling with the boy to scratch his eyes until the itching subsided. As suddenly as the itching had set in, Percy was overcome with tiredness and felt out to lean on a wall.

He looked around and saw that he was in that weird house again. "Damnit," he muttered, turning and hitting the wall.

"Harry?" the soft voice of the red-head girl asked him.

"Guess again, Sunshine," Percy said spitefully. "I was back. For a little bit, I was back."

"Back where, mate?" Ron the Freckled asked.

"Home." Percy leaned over and pressed his forehead to the cool wall. For a minute they all just stared at him and each other, while Percy whiled through solutions in his mind. Once it became too awkward for Percy to bear, he asked, "What are you people?"

There was a short pause, but then the bushy haired brunette walked forward and said, "We're wizards. Wizards and witches, all of us."

"Wizards and witches- what do you mean? Like Circe and Calypso?" Percy asked. He pushed off of the wall and leaned against it with his hand.

"Those were two great witches from Greece, yes. We're just the newest generation." The brunette had kind brown eyes and regarded him as though he was her brother.

"Okay, so were you just born with magic or blessed by Hecate?" Percy was very confused by everything that was happening.

"We were all born with- wait, did you say blessed by Hecate?" she asked with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah. You know. Goddess of magic." Percy shrugged nonchalantly.

Far off in the distance thunder boomed and Percy quickly looked up. "Sorry, sorry, no offense meant. I'm just tired and confused and iF YOU COULD HELP I WOULD BE EXTREMELY GRATEFUL!" The thunder stopped, but no other godly interference was noticed. Percy sighed. "Yeah, I didn't really think that would work," he muttered.

"Harry-, Percy-," the brunette sighed in exasperation, "whoever you are, the Greek gods are just myths, stories made up to explain the weather and the tides. They don't really exist."

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