James Potter and the Half Blood Hallway

Thirty - One

For the last week of school, James spend his time in the Half - Blood Hallway alone. Summa had been teaching him how to control the Sphere whenever the spirit paintings weren't absolutly drooling over her. Acctually, The Sphere was quite impressive and on any other cercumstance he might have taken a delight in learning this, but seeing as Al and Scorpius were still in the Hosptial Wing...it just didn't feel right... He was glad the headmistress had called off final exams.

"Hey," said Beckendorf, coming up from behind him on the last day. "I have some good news."
"Yeah?"
"They're up." Without saying anything James bolted to the Hosptial Wing.

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        The trail took place at the Minestry of Magic, Court Scribe, the same day of the incedent with Chaos. Percy sat down in the large seat in the middle of the circular room. He saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, and Astoria in the stands, watching. He assumed Harry was going to be asking him some questions. And then there was the guy, the Minester of Magic, Kingsley Shakelbolt. He was a large, almost scary looking Aferican guy with brown eyes, and a bald head.
"Perceus Jackson," started Kingsley. Percy flinched, hearing his full name. Kingsley raised an eye brow at him.
"I really hate full names," muttered Percy. "Call me Percy!"
"Alright," said the Minester. "Percy, we all know why you're hear."
"Well, I'm guessing at least you do, sir," said Percy. "Assuming Chir - Mr. Brunner told you...things." Kingsley nodded.
"Brunner," he mused. In the stands, Harry was watching this, very confused. Kingsley had something on Jackson?
"You are no wizard," continued Kingsley.
"Nope," agreed Percy, popping the 'P'.
"Then, how in Merlin's name did you find out about the wizarding world and what were those books?" Percy pretending to look confused at Ron's outburst. He said,
"Books?"
"The ones you wrote to expose our world under the name Rick Riordan!" Percy stared at him blankly.
"You almost said something," Harry noticed. "Just now, before you mentioned that Brunner guys. You almost called him something."
"I did?" asked Percy, playing dumb.
"Don't play dumb you - " Ron burst out before Kingsley held up a hand to silence him.
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Please, excuse yourself if you can not handly this perfesionally. Now, tell me, Percy, what do you think we should do?"
"You're asking him -"
"Mr. Weasley!"
"No, acctually, he has a point," said Percy. "Most of my ideas cause things to get blown up, and I mean that quite literally."
"Very well," said Kingsley, after a moment. "Let's look into what we know about your background, shall we? " He opened a rather large file that had been in front of him,eyes wide in shock at whatever was written there. "You were born on the 18th of Aguest, lived in Manhattan, New York with your mother...And your father?" Percy shifted in his chair.
"He, uh, left before I was born," said Percy, not entirely lieing. Hermione was watching him intensly. Kingsley nodded.
"I see you did some - er - travling," he said. Again, Percy shifted uncomfortably. Come to think of it he was always moving. His hand kept tapping the arm of his chair or his leg bouncing uncontrolably. At first Harry had mistaken it for nervousness, but Percy Jackson was anything but nervous at the moment. (Minus the two minor uneasy movements, of coarse.)
"Yeah," said Percy shortly. It was clear. The subject was closed. Kingsley gave him an apolligedic look.
"If I may, Minester," Harry said. "I'd like to ask Jackson some questions." Kingsley nodded.
"You may," he said. Harry stepped up to the front of the room.
"What do you know about the prophecies?" Harry asked. "I know you already gave us your story, but I think the rest of them should know." He was expecting him to slip and change his story, but Percy gave him the same exact story Neville, McGonagall, and he had made.