Reading The Books Pjo x Hp Book 1

Edited ~ Chapter 1: The Siblings Who Lived

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Poseidon then picked up the first book and started to read.

Chapter 1: The Siblings Who Lived

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all. A man appeared on the corner. The cats tail twitched, and its eyes narrowed. Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck in his belt.

He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground and high-heeled, buckle boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles, and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

With the mention of Dumbledore's name, Dahlia and Hecate glare at him to everyone's surprise.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the cat seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled and murmured, "I should have known."

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a cigarette lighter.  He flicked it open, held it in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out in a pop.

“I want it” Sirius, James, Apollo, and Hermes say.

“No!” says Euphemia and Artemis, horrified.

“Sorry guys, but it’s mine.” Ron says. Sirius and James looked upset.

He clicked it again – the next street lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times, he clicked the Put-Outer until the only lights
He clicked it again – the next street lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times, he clicked the Put-Outer until the only lights in the whole street were to tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone  looked out of their windows now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn’t be able to see anything that was happening down in the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn’t look at it, but after a moment, he spoke to it. “Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.” He turned to smile at the cat, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses, exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun.She looked distinctly ruffled.

“That's not good.” Sirius says about how McGonagall was looking.

“How did she do that?” Annabeth asks, amazed.

“Us witches and wizards can use magic and potions to do it. It's called an animagus, but it is hard to do.” Dahlia answered kindly.

“How did you know it was me?” She asked.

“Because normal cats don't sit down for so long and can get scared easily.” Annabeth and Athena said in unison.

“Its so crazy how they are so alike.” Dahlia whispers to Percy, a bit scared. Percy the nods.