A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Percy's Point of View

Despite the month remaining of our summer holidays, we didn't actually do much. Our morning fell into a normal routine of exercising before breakfast then reading for a couple of hours afterwards. We did get our homework done, and successfully managed to hide it from Charles when he went looking to copy it. Our afternoons were spent seeing friends or sneaking away into the forest to look for potion ingredients or practise our sword fighting or archery.

Oh. And we had to explain our holiday to our parents. Namely over dinner the night we had gotten home. I must say, that isn't one of our fondest memories…

There was an uncomfortable silence filling the dining. In the grand fireplace a fire was merrily burning, filling the room with the sweet aroma of wood smoke and the sound of spitting sparks. We fidgeted nervously in our seat, occasionally glancing up at James or Lily. We moved our food around our plate, pretending to eat it.

"Care to explain to us why you failed to send any letters during your first week away?" James demanding, adding after we opened our mouth, "And the truth this time, if you please."

We groaned. "Well… See, Lord Zeus-" We flinched as thunder rumbled above us – "had managed to accidentally leave his bolt by his throne on the Winter Solstice, and one of the demigod who had been visiting Olympus at the time stole it. For some reason he blamed Poseidon and, being his son, we were the ones sent to go find it.

"Uncle Hades summoned us to him first, after we had escaped Medusa, and explained to us that it wasn't him as we had previously assumed, and if possible he would also like us to return his Helm of Darkness to him. As our choices were pretty much obey or die in the Underworld, we chose the obvious choice and agreed to find his helm for him.

"Electro – the Fury we killed in the park – dropped us off at a nearby hotel, which turned out to be a monster trap and –"

"Ah… yes." James and Lily were pale at this point, although Charles looked fully engrossed in our story. "So you were sent on a potentially fatal quest, am I right?"

"Well, not exactly. See, Lord Zeus had threatened to kill us if we didn't find his bolt, so the quest was obviously the right option to take." I chatted happily.

If you didn't get the clue yet, we really didn't know how to tell our parents that we just risked our lives without getting grounded. Alright, so we weren't exactly grounded, but James certainly wanted to. Especially after he saw our hands…

"Harry and Perseus James Potter! You are far too young to have a tattoo!"

We stared down at our hands, noting that the unicorn blood stain was currently in the shape of wings for some reason. Rubbing our palms together, we searched for the right answer. Charles luckily got there before us.

"What? That's not a tattoo Dad!" Charles laughed. "Didn't Harry and Percy tell you that they healed a unicorn last year? It was really cool! Except there was quite a lot of blood from the unicorn, which dried on their hands staining them. And then it likes to change shape a lot as well so…"

"Why weren't we informed of this incident?" Lily demanded.

"We asked Madam Pomphrey not to tell you." We admitted. "It drained us, and we were unconscious for a few days…"

James was laughing as he took in the unusual circumstances. "Are you sure you're a Slytherin?"

"Harry most certainly is." I assured him. "I, most obviously, am a Gryffindor!"

"Yeah, but you always stay in Slytherin…" Charles grumbled.

"And what kind of welcome did we ever receive setting foot in your common room?" We sneered back.