Saving Wisdom and Wizards *REWRITE* || PJO x HP

Chapter 13: Annabeth

A few weeks went by and Percy was loving the whole "no homework" thing from his professors (minus Snape and Umbridge). It allowed his mind to wander and focus more on the prophecy, which he still hadn't been able to figure out.

After the whole debacle in Trelawney's class, Umbridge tried to fire her. Luckily, McGonagall saved her and at the same time, terrified and amazed every student at Hogwarts.

Percy hadn't gotten anywhere with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and if anything, the trio felt more distant than ever; but then again, he wasn't exactly trying too hard to reconnect with them.

He had no idea if their defense club was working, because they kept it on a need-to-know basis, and according to the trio, Percy did not need to know.

Still, Percy tried to get some information out of Neville back in their dormitory. Seeing as he interrogated monsters and titans and gods for nearly two years, Percy didn't think it would be that difficult. He was wrong.

"Neville, I want to learn how to defend myself. How can I do that if Umbridge makes us take notes all day?" Percy complained. He was lying on his stomach on his bed, while Neville sat across the room working on his potions essay.

"Dunno, Percy. You can try asking Professor Umbridge if she has hours after class to go over things with you."

"Yeah, but that won't help actually performing the spells. I know the words, but it's the action I should work on."

Neville set his quill down and looked at Percy. "Aren't you already more advanced than everyone? Why do you need to work on spells you've already learned?" Percy groaned. He was getting nowhere. Neville went back to writing his paper.

Percy got an idea. He sat up, sitting cross legged on his bed. "D' you know where Ron is?"

Neville paused. Without looking up, he said, "No. I dunno where Ron is."

Percy stared at Neville. He was lying. "What about Harry?"

Neville looked up from his paper and stared at Percy confused. "Since when did you care where Harry was?"

"Since I care about where Ron is." Percy replied. "Usually they're together."

"Oh." Neville continued writing.

"How about Dean? Or Seamus? Where are they?"

Neville sighed. "Percy..." Percy sat silent waiting for Neville to continue. "They told us not to tell you."

"Not to tell me what? Who's 'they'?" Percy knew who 'they' was. He just wanted to get confirmation from Neville.

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They're with Dumbledore's Army."

"What in Hades is Dumbledore's Army?" Neville gazed questioningly at Percy's usage of "Hades."

"It's their defense club. We've been meeting every week in the Room of Requirement."

Percy lied back silently on his bed, resting his head on the pillow. "Oh."

"I'm really sorry Percy. They just didn't–"

Percy quickly sat up. "No, Neville. It's okay, really. I get it. The four of us haven't been on the best of terms these past few weeks." Percy glanced up at Neville. "Thanks for telling me. I won't tell them it was you who did."

"Thanks."

"So I'm guessing they're there now?"

"Yeah."

"Why aren't you?"

"Potions essay. It's due tomorrow and I have so much left."

Percy chuckled, trying to lighten the room a bit. "Yeah. Snape's really killing us with the work."