Wandless

Children of my Uncle

Percy

"Wait!"

"Hey!"

"You there!"

"Perseus!"

Immediately I turned at my full name. Only specific people called me that, either gods or monsters. When I turned, I was met with two people running clumsily through the crowd.

Quickly, before they could advance any further, I took half a step back and placed my hand in my pocket and sent a wary glare. They both ignored me, coming to stand tiredly in front of me.

Both men spread their legs and put their hands on their knees, breathing heavily. They had no guarded stance, and acted like I wasn't much of a threat. Definitely not monsters, I would've gotten the evil monologue by now. While the two huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf, I observed them quietly.

The one on the left was taller than me by more than a couple inches. He had dirty blonde hair, tan skin, and when he glanced up at me I was met with the bluest eyes I've ever seen before. Like two pieces of the sky was placed in them.

The man on the right was about my height, maybe a couple millimeters taller. He had really blonde hair, and even when he was facing the ground I could practically see the shine of the teeth. He had Caucasian skin with a bit of a tan and electric blue orbs to go with it.

They were gods, but they were dressed as mortals. They didn't hold their symbols of power, and were carrying casual suitcases. No godly aura was emanating off them, at least not noticeable ones. I could still feel the hum in the air, but it wasn't big. My thoughts were interrupted by the sun god.

"Whew, Perce, you walk fast!" Apollo exclaimed, wiping fake sweat off his brow.

"I need to catch my flight, Lord Apollo." I responded curtly.

"Oh! Yes we do! It leaves in a couple minutes, does it not?" Hermes input excitedly.

I nodded, a bit unsure,"With respect, Lord Hermes, but what are you two doing here. I need to go."

They both mock frowned at me.

"None of that Lord stuff Percy." Hermes chided,"From now on call me Lucas Roece."

"And I Fred Sunday!" Apollo added happily,"We're here to be your divine companions on your journey into the wizardly world of the goddess of magic!"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I did not need help, my mother taught me before she... passed, and Hecate unlocked whatever else I would need to defeat Voldemort. Which was basically everything, from magic to mentality, so I did not need godly company on my journey into a new life.

Without a word, I turned and continued to my flight gate. My body language expressed my frustration. I did not want to talk to them, I'm trying to get away from New York and all of its troubles. I did not need reminders. When I looked over my shoulder again, I did not find the two gods. Heaving a sigh of relief, I shouldered my bag and boarded.

***Line Break***

Many many hours later, I was finally able to kiss the blessed ground. Oh how much I hate flying. Once my lovely reunion with the floor was over, I followed the signs to baggage pickup. Waiting for a millennia, I finally grabbed my duffle bag and headed towards the door.

Not expecting to find my uncle, I looked for the nearest taxi. They had those in England, right? Well, I'm lucky they speak English, the only other languages I know are dead ones.

After passing through the automatic doors, I was surprised to see a sign with my name on it. The man holding it had curly brown hair and was dressed nicely, the colors contrasting with his pale skin.

There was a boy next to him with emerald green eyes and a peculiar scar on his forehead. I wasn't going to judge because that'd be hypocritical, my body was littered in scars of every shape and size. He looked to be my age, about 16 or 17.

As I got closer, I frowned as I noticed two stowaways chatting contently with my new roommates. The gods were standing in front of them, blocking me from my mother's side of the family's view. They both leaned on a suitcase, using them as chairs. I chuckled quietly, shaking my head, lazy gods.

Once I made my way over there, the two, as if they knew(they probably did) parted to let me through. The man approached me and held out his hand for me to shake, I shook it firmly.

"Sirius Black." He informed me, I nodded.

"Percy Jackson." I replied.

I turned to the boy who quickly turned to face me. He pushed his glasses up with one hand and with the other, offered his hand to shake. I took it and gave it a swift motion.

"Percy Jackson." I introduced myself again.

"Harry Potter."

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