My Mothers Side

Dinner Conversations with Old and New Friends

*Harry's POV*

I still couldn't believe it. Percy is my cousin. I thought I saw the only child of the Potter bloodline. I was never told I had a cousin. I was furious with that, I had the right to know.

"Why was I never told that I had a cousin!" I yelled at nobody.

All the adults looked down. I was upset. All this time I had a cousin. But then I remembered what Remus muttered not that long ago. He said that he was mean to be dead. How did Percy die? And how is he alive now?

"How is it that Percy is here, when Remus said he was dead?" I asked them.

Percy looked at me, confused, then he just shrugged it off. You would think he got told this stuff on a daily bases. Mum and dad looked uncomfortable.

"Well you see honey...we didn't tell you for your own good..." Mum told me.

"For my on good?" I questioned.

"Well remember when we told you your Aunty died to protect you?"

I remembered that day. I felt so terrible and I thought I was going to be sick. Someone gave up their life to save mine. I didn't even get to know her.

"Well imagine if we told you an infant child disappeared and thought to be dead?"

That would of hit me hard. I know a lot of people died for me that were young, but a baby that hasn't even started its life, it's terrible to think that happened because of you. I felt a bit better with the news because Percy is alive, but he didn't grow up with a mother because of me.

I looked up at Percy. He saw me looking at him and gave me a reassuring smile. Why doesn't he hate me? Percy was a guy that could let things roll of his shoulder, but no one can let something like this slide.

Silence settled around us like a fog. We were all processing this new information. Percy took out his pen and start to swirl it around. Even though the quite had a strong hold on us, we can always trust Ron to break the silence.

"So...where's the cake?"

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*Percy's POV*

Now I have one less secret to hide. I'm still a bundle of nerves, but I'm slowly calming down. Everyone was eating their dessert, happily chatting away. Except for Harry. He always giving me quick little glances, each and everyone of them was filled with guilt. If he keeps on blaming himself it's going to eat him whole. Guilt is a hungry beast, once you let it get a lick of you, it won't stop till its gnawed you to the bone.

I know I'm being a hypocrite. But I can't help it because of my fatal flaw. I still blame myself for all the deaths in both of the Wars. Maybe if I was never born, none this would ever happen, but prophecies always come true. If it wasn't me than another poor soul would have to deal with it. It could of been Nico. So I've learnt to deal with it. I've moved on with my life, but I'll never forget the fallen. Lest We Forget as Australians say on ANZAC day.

As a demigod as soon as you have been born, you have signed a contract. You will have to fight for you life, and have to partake in battles and wars. There's is no way around it. We are born into this life, and we must quickly adapt to it if we are to live.

Wizards on the other hand are not created for blood, sweat and tears. Sure, their powerful with their wands, but take that away and their just another mortal. All they should have to worry about is learning their magic, worrying about their jobs and families.

Most wizards will live to an old age. While a lot of demigods still die at a young age. Even with New Rome and Camp Half-bloods boundaries being our saviour from monsters, still have many deaths, most of them are children.

Harry and the rest of his friends shouldn't have to experience war. Wizards are not demigods, they are not made for war.

"Geez Percy if you glare at the plate any harder it's going to burst into flames!" Ron told me.

As soon as Ron said that everyone's head whipped towards me. Great I'm getting attention. Oh how I love it.

"You alright Percy?" Harry asked nervously.

Oh schist! He must think I'm mad at him now.

"Oh yeah I'm alright...I'm just thinking about things," I told everybody.

Everyone went back to what their were doing. A looked at everyone only then did I noticed the twins weren't there. I was too worried about telling everybody about me being Harry's cousin, that I didn't noticed the two mischievous twin disappearance. No wonder why it was more quite at the table.

"Mrs Weasly," I asked her, "where are Fred and George?"

"The twins left. They told me that they had to do something back at their joke shop, so they had tea early and left," she told me.

The twins are up to something, I just know it. I've spent too many years with the Stolls to know something isn't right with their story. First of all, for the short amount of time I've known the twins, I knew they would be curious to know my secret, so they wouldn't leave for anything. And secondly I think they've been dying to prank me since I've came. I can tell by the mad glint in their eyes.

As dessert finished, all the guest started to stream out. Snape made his way to me. Snape was a son of Hecate, her oldest and favourite. He only comes for a couple of weeks in summer. He helps the Hecate children control and develop their powers. He was a funny and nice guy and we became friends pretty soon after I met him. To say I was surprised to see him with wizards would be an understatement, but then again, he would fit right in with them. He probably the most powerful 'wizard' here because he doesn't need his wand to produce magic.

When I was talking and joking around with Snape I notice everyone was looking at him weirdly, like they've never seen him laugh before. I voiced my thoughts to Snape. He explained that he was acting to be mean and a hard ass. He said the only time he can be his self was at camp. He would of loved to stay there but he was doing a quest for his mum, keeping an eye on the wizards for her.

"I'll see you later Percy. It was good seeing you, it's been a while since I've seen you," Snape told me.

"Yeah well with things going on, on both sides it dose make it hard to see each other," I replied.

Snape looked behind, then turned his gaze back at me. We pulled each other into a hug. Snape whispered something in my ear in Ancient Greek.

"Beware of Hermione. She is just as bad as Annabeth when it comes to wanting to know things."

We say good bye to each other and Snape left. I turned around to see Hermione staring with a calculated look. I really do need to be careful around her.