Halfway through writing this book, I realized I had been spelling Hogsmeade wrong. If you catch one of these errors, please tell me so I can fix it. Thank you.
Being a demiwizard is crazy itself. You're mortal, a wizard, and a demigod all wrapped into one.
The worst part about being a demiwizard, is that you're not allowed to use your wand outside of school. Magic doesn't kill monsters, but flinging a boulder at high speeds probably would. And maybe magic would have been able to stop Liam.
At the beginning of the summer, me and my older brother, Luke, went to stay at Montauk beach. It didn't end well. Long story short, we were chased by a Minotaur, and Luke was taken to Hades realm by Kindly Ones who were 'serving' Hades. They had believed that I stole the bolt and the helm of darkness. So they attacked.
I had not stolen either of those things. Still, it was my job to find them, all because I was a son of Poseidon and under suspicion of thievery. I went on a big quest with Draco Malfoy, by boyfriend since my first year at Hogwarts, and a satyr named Grover. We learned on that quest that Kronos was rising.
Back at camp, I thought everything was going to be fine. I did my best to put the prophecy at the back of my mind.
You shall go west, and face the god who has turned
We met up with Ares, who had betrayed the gods in favor of war. Or maybe this line represented Hades, and how he didn't really believe in the other gods anymore.
You shall find what was stolen, and see it safely returned
We found the bolt and the helm, and returned them to their rightful owners, making our quest a success.
You shall be betrayed by one who calls you a friend
I hadn't been sure what this line had meant until not too long ago. Liam, a Hermes boy and Luke's full blooded younger brother, had pretended to be my friend, while really he was working for Kronos. Luke was distraught when he learned this.
And you shall fail to save what matters most in the end
During my time in the underworld, I hadn't been able to get Luke back. Thankfully, Hades sent him back up himself, apologizing for his furies.
Now, everything seemed so much more normal. I was doing homework on the couch, writing an essay about how witch burning in the fourteenth century was pointless.
Burning witches in the fourteenth century was pointless because witches could very easily perform counter measures. The simplest of counter measures was the Flame Freezing Charm, though many profound potioneers used the Fire Potion. Some witches simply used illusion spells, and there was never really any fire at all. Noro Izebis, a normally pleasant witch, had been very angry at the time. Her son, Eneus Izebis, hadn't been able to perform a counter spell at such a young age. He had burnt, and his mother had decided she was going to burn everyone else. In the public Ministry report, it states that she "...walked through the village, screaming and crying her sons name. The villagers were terrified, and cried as their own sons and daughters burned alive, as they chocked on the smoke and ash of their friends and family...". After that, witch burning was much more cautious, though most witches still came out unscathed. At the end of the day, the Muggles had believed they were doing right by their God, defending their world from the sin of magic. While looking back most people realize this was wrong, they had been trying to do good by the world, same as any good witch or wizard would do today if they were presented with something they considered a threat. Still, burning witches in the fourteenth century was pointless because the witches were able to easily perform counter measures.
After I finished my essay, I smiled. I was proud of it, and felt I did good. Then my eye caught sight of the bandages still on my hand, and I remembered all of the terrible things that had happened on my quest.
One large scorpion could do a lot of damage.
I flopped back on the couch and handed the paper to Howie.
"What?"
"Can you read over it?"
"Percy, I'm busy."
"No, you're Howie."
"I'm not reading over your paper."
"That's rude. Leaving a dyslexic child to wallow in his bad grades because he can't write English correctly."
"Fuck you."
"Language, Howie!" Hope shouted from the kitchen, and Howie narrowed his eyes at me. I grinned up at him and he sighed, looking down at the paper and making corrections immediately.
I sat there for a moment then shot up and grabbed another piece of paper, and shouted, "Luke, can I borrow your owl?!?"
"What for?!?" He shouted back.
"Harry's birthday present!"
"Sure!"
I immediately started scribbling.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! You're a teenager! Puberty, angst, and harder classes now! Yay!
Anyway, did you know that the Weasleys went to Egypt? Fred and George stole a piece of cheese and sent it to me. It tasted terrible. Also, Hermione's in France. I visited America a bit this summer. I'll tell you about it when I see you in person.
I heard that Mr. Walrus freaked on you for getting a call from Ron. You should give me their number. I'll get the Stolls to prank him.
Ron's going to be back a week before school starts. Are you going to go shopping with them? I think we are, if Luke actually decides to take off work.
I hope you like your present. I hope you have a happy birthday, though it must be difficult with seeing the Walruses and the Pelican.
See you soon,
I ran upstairs and grabbed the package I had gotten for Harry. It was full of some of his favorite candy.
I quickly put the letter in the box and ran back downstairs with it, running to Luke and Hope's room. I saw Bolt, Luke's owl, and immediately opened her cage. I tied the package around her leg, and said, "Harry Potter, please and thank you."
The owl gave a soft hoot, then flew out of the open window.
I watched it fly off, and smiled.
Wow. I wrote a whole essay for this chapter. I really didn't think that would happen. Also, for some strange reason, I had decided to add Percy's signature to the chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. And welcome to the third book!!!!!!!!!
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Percy Jackson and the Hound of Hogwarts [Book 3]
FanficPercy Jackson hadn't had a fun summer. He'd been scared and framed, but luckily had many friends to survive for. One of these friends had been on his mind for much of his quest. This friend was Harry Potter. During their third year at Hogwarts Schoo...