A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 28

                                                                        Chapter 28

Harry's Point of View

We walked to the St Louis Arch, feeling the need to stretch our limbs after the long journey here. It was a warm day, which was nice compared to the rain that had been pelting us on and off for the past couple of days. It seemed that Zeus was debating how annoyed he was, and which area of the country he was most annoyed at, judging from the weather reports we caught on the news in one of the bars we had stopped in on the way.

Before riding to the top of the Gateway Arch, Annabeth and Luna dragged us through the underground museum, sprouting random facts as we looked at old wagons that were a couple of hundred years old, or the plans and structures that went into building the arch.

Grover, who had brought a packet of jelly beans on the way over kept passing Percy some at random intervals, just often enough to keep him from complaining. I laughed at Percy's fidgety state, as a mixture of boredom and the worry that something might happen over took him. His ADHD was playing up again, and he kept pointing out the strangest things to me or Grover, or would disappear into thought for a minute or so, before commenting on whatever was on his mind. I mainly tuned him out, quite used to this after years of having to deal with a sugar-high Percy, and paid attention to Annabeth's ramblings and laughing at Luna's strange inputs.

"Grover…" Percy suddenly said, sounding deadly serious. "Grover can you smell anything?"

Grover shuffled his feet, and took a deep breath in. "Underground. Underground always smells of monsters. Probably doesn't mean anything."

Percy nodded, but started keeping a keen eye on the other people standing in the queue around us. I watched with him for a while, trying to see what was bothering him so much, but when no answer revealed itself to me, I was forced to ask him.

'Percy, what is it, what's wrong? Did you see anything?'

'I didn't see anything per say…' Percy muttered, distracted. 'It's more the fact that the hair on the back of our neck has been tingling for a few minutes now. I feel like we're being watched, and not by friendly eyes…'

I frowned. 'I haven't felt anything.'

Now it was Percy's time to chuckle. 'No, you were too interesting in what Luna was saying, weren't you?'

'She's funny, ok? We've never met anyone quite like her who says exactly what's running though their mind and can sprout the most amazing nonsense while sounding like she is speaking perfect sense.' I retorted.

Before anything more could be said, we reached the front of the line and we caught sight of the small elevator we were going to ride to the top in. Our nerves peaked. If there was one thing that Percy and I hated it was being confined. Especially in small places. It drove us nuts.

We were herded into the small car with a large lady and her Chihuahua, which was wearing a rhinestone collar. Percy frowned, noticing how the guards didn't mention so much as glance at the dog. Ok, admittedly we weren't the front of all knowledge when it came to muggles, but we did know that both worlds didn't let pets go to the top of important monuments. We mentioned this to Grover, but he just shrugged, muttering something about it possibly being a dog trained to help blind people or something. We were still sceptical, but didn't say anything else, deciding to keep a firm eye on the lady and her dog instead.

The elevator started with a jerk, and we shivered as it curved upwards, our stomach twisting viciously.

"No parents?" The large woman asked, her voice curious.