James Potter and the Half Blood Hallway

Fifteen

Look, I didn't want to be a half - blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice to you is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And one you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

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"Doesn't it seem funny to you that Jackson has these 'books' about his life and is trying to pass them off as fiction?" said Harry. "There's five of them it looks like."
"Right," said Hermione. "And then there's another series that's got five as well."
"So..." said Astoria. "Why?"
There was silence.

They were back at the Malfoy Manor. They had been reading over the book nonstop for over three hours. All their voices cracked now, and their eyes were heavy and puffy red, from reading so much.
"I don't know," said Harry.
"It says they were written by Rick Riordan," observed Percy. (Weasley obviously.)
"A fake name maybe?" suggested Bill.
"Or Jackson gave the information to the Riordan fellow and he published it to the muggle world," said Hermione.

"But then why is the American Ministry, or even our ministry, not wiping memories and letting it stay out there? I thought it was illegal to reveal magic to the muggle world."
"It is," said Percy.
"Maybe he's on the run then," said George.
"Maybe," said Harry. "But if he were when, then, did he take a job as the Hogwarts Defense teacher?"

"And why did McGonagall hirer him?" added Ron.
"Maybe she didn't know," said Audrey. Kreacher and Elisa chose that moment to walk into the room. When they saw the books, both house elves froze in their spot.

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"Heroes through the ages," muttered Al as they walked back to the castle. James fell into step with them, (Rose, Scorpius, and Albus.) broom over one shoulder.
"Heroes through the ages?" he repeated.
"The writing," explained Scorpius. "On the wall."
"Oh! You've figured it out! That's great!" exclaimed James.
"But what does it mean?" wondered Rose.
"Hey!"
"James!" yelled Rose in surprise. "What did you shout for?"
"D'you feel that?...No, of coarse you don't, because I'm the crazy one! C'mon!"

He ran back toward Hagrid's hut. The other three exchanged looks before following, calling after him.

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Aurora Pikes was standing in his office, over looking a map of Long Island, New York. Unlike most of the other Auroras, or even the Head Aurora herself, Pikes knew what was there. He had lived there most of his life after all. Things just didn't seem to add up. Off coarse he'd  been there a few months previous for the war. The problem was the problem. Confusing? Yes. Explanation? Keep reading.

There was yet another enemy rising from that place. He was sure the gods were up to something. But what?

There was a nock on the door. Pikes turned to see his younger sister. By wizarding law she would have been an adult, but by muggle laws she was still just a kid. He was only a year and a half older than her.
"Lou," he said.
"Jack," she said.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just checking in. How are you?"
"Fine."
"Good."
"Well..."
"Nice seeing you," she said.
"Ditto," he said.

"Have you seen you're dad?"
"No. You?"
"No."  He nodded. Then he remembered she was a year rounder at camp. He shuffled his feet awkwardly.
"Er..." She laughed.

"I'll see you around, Jack," she said, starting out the door. She paused and whispered in Ancient Greek.
"IM me later. They don't need to know."