A God Gifts Me a Goddess

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A/n: 75 reads! Also, I wrote this chapter forgetting that they weren't at the Burrow. So, for the sake of me not wanting to rewrite this we are just pretending the backyard of 12 Grimmauld Place is enchanted so muggles can't see them. Also, unedited

Percy:

The meeting was rather uneventful. There was no speaking over each other or labeling the can Cheese Wiz as the talking can. There was no one making jokes and shoving anyone who said something stupid out of their chair. There was also zero use of powers to get someone to stop talking. Worst of all there wasn't a ping pong table to make plans around.

The meeting somehow went by quickly. They were able to get through everything they needed to without distractions. I don't know how they did it. All of us demigods are still recovering from the shock. Is that how every non adhd person is?

When Ron asked us what they said in the meeting Harry spoke for us. We were trying to figure out what made the meeting go by fast. Annabeth says, "I don't know, maybe because they stayed on task?" I'm not convinced. Nico thinks it's the lack of Clarisse shoving people's heads into tables. Will says it's because they aren't throwing knives at each other. Nico and I disagreed with him. I say it's probably the combination of Nico and I's theory.

Anyway, it's now Christmas Eve and I'm disappointed because I was hoping to visit my mom and Paul. I was hoping to decorate the tree and make blue cookies. I tried to Iris Message my mom but for some reason the call didn't go through. I asked the others to try but the drachma just fell through the rainbow. "Maybe Iris is on vacation?" Ron suggested. "No it's Fleecy working for her now and I doubt she would stop an IM," I said pacing back and forth. "Maybe, your mom is busy?" Harry suggested. "She's never too busy to take an IM. There's also not really a way you can decline an IM," I continued to pace until I heard a knock coming from downstairs.

Making our way downstairs I heard a man's voice that sounded familiar. "Gods, you better not be here," I whispered. Ignoring the questions from the wizards as I ran down the rest of the stairs skipping steps. "Who are you?" Remus asked but before he got his answer I shoved him out of the way.

"Dad," At that one word the other three demigods froze and bowed. The wizards just stood there confused. Before I got the chance to invite the god inside he invited himself in saying, "rise young heroes." "I heard of your quest Percy, and have decided to bring you a I believe it's called a Christmas gift," Poseidon gestured towards the doorway where my mom and Paul stood.

"Percy! I was so worried about you when Annabeth called wondering where you were. I thought you went missing again. Then Chiron called assuring me you were safe. Then your dad showed up. Merry Christmas Percy," my mom rambled holding me at arms length seeming to check to make sure I was fine. "Good to see you're fine Percy," Paul smiled. I smiled back at him and turned to my dad who was talking to Annabeth.

"Thank you dad," "you're welcome, I was telling Annabeth here that I'm ok with you dating her. Mainly because it makes Athena mad. Now, I must get going. I have renovations to get back to. Also, the sharks are protesting again. They act like I am the one polluting the waters," Poseidon then lifted his trident, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" I yelled. When I opened them my dad was gone and everyone was still alive.

"Everyone, this is my mom Sally and my stepdad Paul. The man who just left I'm sure you can guess is Poseidon," I introduced. "Percy, your dad is officially the nicest out of all our godly parents," Nico pointed out. I just smiled and turned back to my mom and gave her a hug. Molly then stepped forward to introduce herself. "Hello, my name is Molly Weasley, you can call me Molly." "Sally Blofis, you can call me Sally. Thank you for taking care of these four." Paul then shook Molly's hand introducing himself.

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