Percy Jackson and the Wizards of England

Not the Only Know-It-All

Annabeth's POV:

Hermione Granger, Hogwarts alumni, and walking encyclopedia, finally got us situated at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Ron wants to Apparate is there (whatever that means), but Hermione summoned the Knight Bus. A three-story version of the Grey Sisters Taxi, we hurried across the town of London at hypersonic speeds.

Dropping us off, the shrunken head hanging from the rearview mirror shouted "Take her away, Ern! Yeah, take her away, Ernie!!"

The rest of the crew looked fine, but Percy looked a little sick. When I inquired, he waved me off, taking deep breaths. Finally, able to get off the bus, we stood on the sidewalk, overlooking the building. "I thought you said Number Twelve, but the numbers go nine, ten, eleven, thirteen!" I always joke about him being an idiot, but Percy is a lot smarter than she lets on. It's probably because he's dating me.

"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Ever since Dumbledore died... Everyone we know knew where this place was." Ron tells him. Hermione pulls out two pieces of parchment and a quill. "The address..." Mumbling to herself, she copied a note on both proceed, handing them to us.

The address you are looking for is on Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Suddenly, there was a Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and Harry was on the porch step, waving at the rest of us to enter. Hermione smiled in a melancholy way, saying, "Harry's godfather used to live here. He passed on during the war against Voldemort, the evilest wizard in all of history." Pausing for a moment, wiping a tear from her cheek, she said, "He was a good man, and a wonderful father figure for Harry, at least for the three years that they got to be together. Here was sent to Azkaban -basically the wizard version of Alcatraz- under false accusations."

Annabeth decided she liked Hermione. They were sisters in their ceaseless pursuit of knowledge. She could tell that much just be the way she talked. Hermione looked like she had to gush out her vast repertoire of knowledge. I spoke the same way sometimes. Everyone thought she was a know-it-all, trying to one-up everyone around them by always being right. But that wasn't the case. We just wanted to help. And we get a lot of hate for that.

Author's Note: I uploaded this on the fly, as I'm really busy at night with a job, babysitting my little brother in the afternoons, and trying to sleep In between that. Here's anytime chapter for my loyal readers, and a whole bunch of fanart I found on Google. I own none of it. Stay sassy, Demigods and Wizards!!!!