Apparently No Potter Has luck

Chapter 2: Betrayal

Percy POV

I ducked behing a tree and listened.

"- dump that loser?" yup, that was definitely Mark.

"Soon. Whenever he comes back I guess."

I froze. That voice was familiar too... but it couldn't, she wouldn't, would she? I peered around the tree I was behind and my breath caught in my throat. It was.

"Annabeth" I whispered, barely able to breathe.

She whipped around in surprise before glaring daggers at me. Mark gave me another one of those smug looks I hate so much.

I clutched the small velvet box in my hands tighter.

"Why?" I asked in a deathly silent whisper, "Why would you do this?"

"Because you left." She snapped, "You always vanish at the worst times. I hate it! You obviously didn't care, so I ended it."

"By seeing him?" I whispered, my voice still not working properly.

It seemed nothing was working my way. Especially not recently. I took a deep breath, willing my limbs to move the way I wanted them to.

"Fine." I forced out. "Whatever you want. All I wanted was for you to be happy. If you're happy with him, you should stay with him."

That was probably the hardest thing I could've ever done. She looked at me, startled, probably not expecting me to give in that early.

I smiled weakly at her. I then walked over and handed the velvet box to her. She looked down at it, then back up at me.

"Wha-?" She stuttered.

"It's for you." I cut her off. "When you find your true one and only."

And with that, I walked off to my cabin and dashed in, grabbing all my necessities and stuffing them in the blue backpack from that water park all those years ago. I slung it over my shoulder, but before I could leave, someone interrupted me.

"Percy." A deep and commanding voice, dad.

"Yes?" I asked, not turning.

"Why did you hurt Mark?"

What? What was he talking about?

"What are you talking about?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"Oh you know very well what I'm talking about." he growled darkly, gripping my shoulder almost painfully. "That was plain cruel. You are no son of mine. I hereby banish you from camp half-blood. Never step foot here again, unless you have a death wish."

I shuddered in the sudden chill in the air.

Then, not looking back, I dashed out of the cabin, up the hill, took one last look at Thalia's tree, and walked away.

I hailed a taxi as soon as I got to a road.

I told the driver where I was going and waited, staring out the window at the passing scenery. Staying still this long would have normally been hard, but I felt to broken too move much.

He stopped a block away and I ran out, not believing my eyes. My mom's apartment was on fire. I was about to run in, but a fireman stopped me.

"Woah, too dangerous lad. Where're your parents?" he asked me with a bit of an accent.

"In there!" I yelped, pointing frantically at the smoking building.

"Oh." his face dropped. "I'm sorry lad, nobody made it out."

I could barely hear at all. I collapsed and let the tears I'd held back for ages roll freely down my cheeks.

I don't know how long I was there, it felt like an eternity.

I finally gathered myself to the best of my ability and stumbled away, leaning against a nearby wall for support. I had no one. Nothing.

*One week later*

A nearby pub owner had taken pity on me and let me stay there, but only if i worked there full time. I agreed and thanked him for his kindness.

I was starting to regret saying yes. He was really rude now and forced me to do the pettiest things, like dusting the door-handle or the toilet seats.

I swear, some stuff people do in there is despicable and disgusting. I feel bad for the bathrooms.

Right now I lay on my bed, which was flea-ridden and had mold spots, and stared blankly at the ceiling, recalling my camp misadventures. What had gone wrong? What had I done wrong? What had I done to deserve this?

A bright flash filled the room and I looked away instinctually after knowing the light by heart after so many godly visits.

Standing there was no other than the magic goddess, Hecate.

Hecate POV

Perseus looked horrible. Not physically, but his eyes looked shattered, like a pot within him had broken.

I felt horrible telling him this now, when he was in this state, broken and alone. Then again, this experience could help him heal.

"Perseus," I started,

"Go away." He grumbled, "I'm not doing another quest for any of you gods."

Except for Hestia and Hades. I mused, thinking of the goddess and god that Perseus actually respected.

"Perseus, this is not for me." I stated firmly, "It's for your brother."

Wrong thing to say. He just sank further into his bed. "Even worse." he grumbled.

"Not Marcus." I said, "Harry."

"Who in Hades is Harry?" He growled, glaring at me. Such confidence in talking with a goddess that could kill him in an instant. Such bravery. I couldn't help but admire him.

"Harry is your full blooded brother, he lives in England."

"I don't have a full blooded brother." he snarled

"Yes you do." I stated, "It's too complicated to explain right now, but just trust me. he has unfortunately died b-"

"Oh great." He groaned, "another dead family member."

I bowed my head in sympathy. I had heard about the tragic death of Sally and Paul Blofis.

"Yes, but I am giving you the chance to go back n time and save him. Are you in?" I asked politely

He hesitated for only a moment.

"I'm in." he agreed

"Great. Your quest starts now." And with that, I snapped my fingers and sent us back in time to when Perseus was 13.