The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

6.Potions and Portkeys

Hazel POV

After Percy told us about his twin brother, I was just packing my things. Most of them were already together in a trunk in my cabin, but there were things like weapons, ambrosia and some other personal things I wanted to bring. I took my wand out to play with it and see what I could do.
I took a pale grey stick out of a box with a small paper wrapped around it. It told me that my wand was good for transfigurations and had a dragon heartstrings core. Not exactly sure what that meant but I know it sounded cool.
I had never done magic with a wand before so of course i had to try it out. I held my wand in my hand and flicked my wrist. Not even a second after, the bed it was pointing at un-made itself. I tried thinking of how to remake it, but it didn't work.
I also was having second thoughts about being a witch, I have been called a witch before, and I'm not that excited to be called a witch again, but I feel like it will be nice to go to a school where I can start over. Everyone looks at me weird here, weather they mean too or not. They stare at me because I am the daughter of Pluto that they've never heard of. And The Hecate kids hate me even more because of the amount of times I've seen their mom. But being a witch isn't always a good thing. And I'm not exactly sure that it will be a good thing on this unofficial quest either.
Instead of going to lunch, everyone who was going to England were meant to go to the big house to meet Hecate and leave to get at where we are staying In time for dinner in Europe.

Once all of the demigods were at the big house, we were mostly waiting for Hecate. We had all gathered relatively early. When i got there, fluer was trowimg things into a giant pot. I thought it was a potion but I asked her just in case.
" Hey Fluer, what is that?"
"Oh. This, it is an aging potion for you. It would look a bit suspicious if a thirteen year old girl joined year eight." She said.
"I'm actually about 80 years old." I told her. She laughed a bit but still looked confused and I said "being dead helped a lot in my whole 'Young' look."
"Well, okay." She threw something scaly into the pot and the potion turned an electric blue then began to turn a booger green. "It is ready. I think you should take it now. And then once a week, you take it again."
I nodded at the instructions. then Fluer lifted up he wand and said "Accio cup" and sure enough, a cup came flying right into her hand. A couple of seconds later she handed me the cup, full of the potion.
It only then occurred to me I had to drink this. It looked like snot. So naturally I gulped it down. It tasted like mayonnaise and mustard, if they were one single condiment.
"Whoa, Hazel. You just grew like 4 inches in the last three seconds and you even look older. What in Athena's name happened?" Annabeth walked in followed by Percy who said "hey 16 year old Hazel." And brushed off the fact I was older, as if it was nothing.
"So I just take this every week?" I asked Fluer.
"Yes, every Monday, do not forget. I will pack some up to give you. You also should not tell ze wizards what it is. Zey do not need to know."
After a few seconds of nobody knew if they should talk, there was a loud CRACK! and a bright light. Behind us was a platter with some ancient looking glass vials and a letter. The vials were full of things that had to be potions. A vial with clear liquid one was the largest, followed by a bright red one and the smallest, in the roundest container was a forest green. I went to go pick it up to read it when Fluer jumped a bit. "Zat is a 'owler."
"And that means..." Percy asked.
"Can't I just read it?" I asked.
"You need to 'urry then. It will explode ozerwize."
"Explode? How? It's just paper. Or is it bewitched? How? What kind of charms or spells are on it to have it combust?" The daughter of Athena asked eagerly.
I felt the howler start to shake so, naturally, I opened it.
"Hello Half-Bloods" I recognized the voice "it is I, Hecate." And that confirmed my theory. "I am preoccupied with other more important matters of the wizarding world. I have brewed these potions, special for each of you. Each brew will amplify the powers that already lay within you and will grant you enogh knowledge in the wizarding world you wont seem like the fools you already are. I am not sure of what you already know, nor do I care. Nobody must know about your true identities, including the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, we mustn't know of any part of the mission. The headmistress of Hogwarts is aware of your tasks and so are a select few on staff. It is possible that you will encounter other of your kind at Hogwats. Do not let them know who they are. No wizard will fooled by the mist and are all clear cited. Not even my children or champions can change that." I felt called out

"It is imperative that you potect this world and its inhabitants. They will our allies for decades to come. Also of vital importance, retrive me a stone. The resurection stone. Get it with the help of whomever you like, not the Chosen One, I could not care less, as long as it is in my posetion by next June. Be careful who you trust. I do not want it in non-demigod hands again.

"With that being said, Perceus Jackson, the green potion is yours. The clear vial is for Annabeth Chase and the red is for Hazel Lavesque. Drink the entire vial, or be discovered sooner.

"Make good choices and do not disapoint me."  the white envelope hovered in the air momentairaly and then ripped istelf to shreds.

"I would reccomend to take 'ecates advice and take ze potions as soon as possible. We do not know what type of effects zey will leave you with." Fluer said as she handed us our respective potions.
Mine was the voilent ruby red and was bubbling up like soda. I hoped it would taste the same but knowing my luck, it wouldn't. Percy counted down from 3 ending by saying "Drink" and we all began to swallow our potions. My potion tasted like what mowed grass smelles like, and I drank the whole thing. For a few seconds I felt like I was going to be sick. Judgeing by Percy and Annabeth's faces, they did too.
Fluer looked at a clock and told us that we had two minuets to get to the portkey.
"Portkey?" I asked.
"Its a enchanted object that transports the one or ones who touch it to anywhere on the globe decided upon by the echanter." Percy said. He looked shocked at his own statement.

"Seaweed Brain? How in the ever living gods did you know that?" Annabeth said as we started walking behind the big house. Percy just shrugged and blamed it on the potion.
A few seconds later Fluer brought us to a cardboard cut-out of paired torches.

"This is cardboard" Percy informed us.

"Yes, but it was enchanted and it will be gone soon if we do not 'urry. Vite, vite." Fluer told us to hurry in French and we all followed her example of touching the cardboard. Two seconds later I felt a pull in my stomach lifting us all upwards.

Everything around us was spinning but we were still stuck on the portkey, despite only touching in with one or two fingers.

With a jolt, we were all on the ground again laying down all execpt for Fluer who knew perfectly well what was going to happen.  The portkey drifted down onto Annabeth's stomach.

"Thats how I got to America." Percy said, follwed by a confused glance from Fluer, "So is this it?"
Once I was on my feet I looked over at where everyone else was staring. There was a crooked stone house, that was actually leaning, that made it seem that rooms were added as an afterthought.
"Yes." Fluer started "Welcome to ze Burrow"