Magical Betrayal

Chapter 7

Patrick's POV

He ruined the plan!!! Percy Jackson had to come to Hogwarts right now. But you may be wondering what I'm talking about. Well it all started like this.

I was about to walk to my next class, when Professor Dumbledore came up to me. "I need your help." Dumbledore said. I looked at him, confused. Why did he need my help. Couldn't he ask Harry Potter? I had enough of quests for a lifetime.

"Why?" I asked. "Because only you have the ability to do it." He replied. "Now I know you have a lot of questions, so I want you to follow me." Dumbledore stated. He walked towards his office, and I followed him.

After many, many corridors later, We reached the entrance of his office. "Lemon drops." He said. The Stone gargoyle opened and we stepped inside.

"Please, sit down." Dumbledore said. I sat down on the other side of the table, waiting for Dumbledore to speak. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, after a long silence.  He responded, "I want you to go to Camp Half Blood, and get me the Golden Fleece." I stared at him, my jaw almost touching the floor. He knew about Camp Half Blood!! I gulped. "I-I don't know an-any C-Camp Half B-Blood." I stammered. It was hard to lie to Dumbledore.

He shook his head, disappointed. "We need the Golden Fleece. Hogwarts magic is fading slowly. I don't know whose doing this, but we need the Golden Fleece. It'll be strong enough to go against any kind of magic other evil magicians are doing to Hogwarts." Dumbledore stated.

I looked at him, and I nodded. Surely Camp Half Blood could protect itself.

"Swear on the River Styx." He said. "I-I swear on the River Styx." I said. Thunder boomed nearby and Dumbledore smiled. "You may get the rest of the day off. To plan, of course." Dumbledore said and I walked to the Ravenclaw dormitory.

I regretted the day I nodded. Now I couldn't say no. I sweared upon the River Styx. I cursed myself silently for agreeing to this. but I knew I was dead meat either way. If I didn't give the fleece to Dumbledore, I'd die. If I did give it to Dumbledore, Percy would kill me. And Percy is smart, whether or not he acts like it.

I gulped. I was pacing the room, holding the fleece in my hands. How was I going to do this? I grabbed my bag, stuffed it inside, and took a step outside. So far, so good. I took another step, without anyone noticing anything queer. I sighed of relief. I took more steps towards Dumbledore's office. I looked at my bag. It was pretty heavy. I took another step and bumped into a wall. I cursed, thinking how I just made a fool out of myself. But it wasn't a wall, it was Percy Jackson.

Percy's POV

I was trying to find that kid who jumped out of the fireplace. Why were they talking about me? Is he also a wizard? These thoughts filled my head as I thought about it. Is he spying on Hogwarts for Camp Half Blood? Or more importantly, is he spying on Camp Half Blood for Hogwarts? I bumped into someone, and looked at the kid. He was exactly the person I was looking for.

"I want to talk to you." I said. "Um... I'm kind of in a hurry, so if I'll just..." He rushes off before he finished. He looked nervous, like he was hiding a secret. I knew it was wrong to spy on people, but I had a feeling I have to find out.

I quietly followed him all the way to Dumbledore's office. Why was he here? Didn't he have class too? I realized I has just missed my first class but right now, that's not important. "Lemon Drops." He whispered. The stone gargoyle opened automatically and I was so surprised, I almost actually gasped. That wouldn't have been good.

He stepped inside and I quickly followed him. "Do you have it?" Dumbledore asked. Have what?? I thought. "Yes." He said. He opened his backpack and carried out something I'd never thought I'd see. It was the Golden Fleece.