The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

18. Rainbows are phell-phones

POV GINNY

Hazel moving away from home was the most normal part of her story. Annabeth running away from home was her most normal story tidbit. Percy's was that he went to summer camp. That was the most normal part of his story. This boy knew how to sword fight, could breathe underwater, held the mother-flipping sky (so did Annabeth, and for so much longer) and was ripped from home at age 5 during a hurricane.

"Okay, short version, there was this prophecy." Percy said at the beginning of his explanation, "Basically said the first child of the big three to reach 17 years old, would save Olympus. And Olympus is at the Empire State Building. That's not that important, but at least you know now. So a 'single choice shall end their days, Olympus to preserve or raze'"

"Isn't raise a good thing?"  Ron asked.

"Your thinking of the more common spelling." Annabeth said "the one with more letters. Here it means destroy."

"Yeah, not good." Percy continued "I made the choice to not go to Kronos army. So I gave my blade to Luke, who... stabbed himself... to kill the titian, who was chilling in his body for a couple of years."

"Jason Grace, the son of Jupiter," Hazel had explained the Roman gods to us. "Also did something on his 17th birthday. Stopped a bunch of monsters at Mt. Tam. I'm not really sure of that entire story, other than it being a great victory for the fifth."

"On my 17th birthday, I almost left the burrow." Harry whispered. "Hermione told me to wait it out. I would have left and gone right into their hands. I was thinking of going to little winging. Hermione, if you hadn't convinced me to stay for the wedding, I would have been the one of the people killed in that stupid tunnel by the park." Harry's expression grew blank, he was afraid of thinking too much. I shifted closer to him, and put my hand on his foot. He put his hand on my head, just to let me know, he was conscious of me being there.

"Wouldn't Harry be the child of the prophcecy? He is older, right?" Hazel asked.

"Well, you probably cant be part of two profecies at once. Can you?" Hermione asked.

The halfbloods laughed. "No such rule 'Mione." Percy said. "You clearly don't pay attention to divination." Hermione looked down embarrassed. But he didn't either, she's not in that class.

"Now, we've given you the basics of our stories, its your turn." Annabeth said.

"Okay, so short version." Harry started "Tom Riddle decied he wanted to live forever and be the most powerful wizard ever. So he started killing people and ripping his soul. He stated getting followers and kept hiding his soul in things he decided valuble. Fast foward to Sevurus Snape who overheard this prophecy about a kid born to people who faced Voldemort three times and were expecting a child. Snape told Voldemort and he came hunting our parents. You know what happened from there."

"Oh... Tom Riddle." Hazel said in realization. "How many horcruxes did he end up making? How'd you kill them? Venom? The enemy fire thing? A Dementor?"

"How do you know what a horcrux is?" Ron said, getting defensive.

"I just do...why?" Hazel asked.

"And youre sure youre not a dark wizard?" Ron said. "Hazel, people dont really know how to make those and what they are. And books dont really mention destoying them. How do we know we can trust you?" He wasn't accusing her, but was genuinely curious, like an idiot.

"Ronald, think about who her father is!" Hermione scolded.

"Oh" his face matched our hair. "Forgot for a second."

"Clearly" Hermione shot back.

"He made eight." Harry said, his voice small after a period of silence. I didn't know there were eight. Harry didn't mention that last two. He didn't like talking about them, and I most certainly was never going to ask.