Harry Potter meets Percy Jackson

Zoe Bob Jackson||

After the minotaur attack, the days I spent by Silena's side started to blur together. Even if she was healing, the process was slow enough for me to want to scratch my skin out as I waited by her side. Mom said she would be fine. Dad said she would be fine. That didn't mean I still didn't skip my meals some days, wanting to be by her side instead. Just in case.

Just in case what? That annoying voice in my head asked, and I knew the answer but I didn't want to answer.

On the eighth day, she woke up. She actually opened her eyes! And she saw me! She could open her eyes, and she could see! 

I wrapped my arms around her immediately, but the hug didn't last long. 

"Oh my god, Mom." I said, a little absent-mindedly. "Wait, stay here, and stay awake." I ordered her, practically skipping on my way to the living room, bursting from the excitement of being able to tell my mom the good news. 

"Mom!" I yelled as I skidded into the doorway comically. "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom."

Mom is a daughter of Athena, which is a fact that some already know. After the gloomy mood that had settled over me the last few days, this level of excitement could only mean one thing, and it didn't take her too long to figure out what was happened.

I think she might have been crying tears of joy.

While Silena was sick, mom and dad had taken on the great burden of explaining our world to the Potter's. It was a huge risk to take, we all knew that. But its was Mom and Dad! They knew what they were doing.

Somehow, a conversation about gods and ambrosia wasn't the weirdest one we had that day. The Potter's (The Weasley-Potters, we knew now, even though that wasn't the surname they'd registered legally) had some interesting news to share with us, too.

It seemed like something out of a story book I'd read at ten, first. They spoke of magic wands and magic schools and something called keedich. I thought they might've been perhaps under the influence at first, but alas, it wasn't that hard to believe them when I grew up visiting my grandfather in the halls of Olympus monthly.

Anyway, aside from all that, when Mom heard (Or, well, guessed) the news about Silena- she literally jumped off the sofa. She immediately rushed into the room, telling me to go wake Dad from where he was sleeping in their bedroom. I could hear her whispering softly to Silena as I walked down the hall, asking her how she was doing and what she needed and if she wanted to rest for a little while.

Here's the weird thing about being a demigod, I guess. We knew Silena would get better, she always did. We always did. Dad has grown up surviving active volcanoes, and Mom had run away from home, and they had both survived. Because there wasn't any other option- we learnt to get better. Scarier things had happened to Silena than what she had just been through. She'd been knocked out for longer, and endured scars worse.

It takes you a little while to realise that things like this are going to keep happening, there's no getting better from it. And as confident as you are, sometimes they might not get better. Your best friend might not survive that 'small cut' that she was smiling when she reassured you about, and your namesake might dodge a dragon- only to be suffering from that small bite on her side for long after. 

As much as you don't want to think about, when you're dealing with magic, the chances of you perishing from it is sometimes greater than actually surviving.

However, as I waited for Silena these last eight days, all of these concerns had been muted to white noise. I couldn't think about anything except for how I had stolen her book, and how she probably still hated me for it, because it had barely been a day for her, and how I wouldn't blame her for it if she did. 

Maybe she hated me even more for forgetting about all that, and hugging her earlier. I was such an idiot, ugh.

It didn't occur to me how useless that book was compared to what she had just endured until Mom finally came out of the room smiling and told me that Silena wanted to see me. My smile dropped, then. I still don't know why.

Silena, however, was grinning from ear-to-ear when I walked in. She immediately put her hands out to reach out to me again, before wincing from the pain and putting them down again. That made me burst into a smile too.

"Zozo!" She exclaimed, using the nickname she hadn't used since we were seven years old. "I heard you've been worried sick about me, you melodramatic softie!"

"Hey!" I exclaimed, with faux-offense in my tone, although I was still smiling, "I'm not the one who decided to go fight a minotaur head-first and alone?"

"Well, you know what they say about Scorpios, right?"

"I really don't!"

Turns out, she didn't care as much about her book as I thought.

It's me!! (Hi, I'm the problem, it's me [I'm sorry, I had to])

I'm back!! Kinda!! Oh my god, so much has happened since I first wrote this book and read the PJO series, but the trailer has come out and I picked up the lightning thief again and I just read a Percabeth fanfiction on AO3, and it reminded me about how much I loved them when I was twelve, and I opened wattpad again and my finger kinda slipped on the keyboard, and suddenly I had this whole chapter edited instead of using my time wisely to study for my fast-approaching GCSEs, but it's okay! All is fair in love and Wattpad? 

I like to believe that my writing has grown a lot from when I was twelve and writing my first fanfiction on Wattpad, and I hope these edits kind of prove that??? That's a lie, I have no idea what I'm trying to prove with these edits, but hey, they're really fun, so-

I'm rambling now, but aaaanyway, thank you so much for showing this much love to this silly little book, and I love youuuuu and I'm going to be hopefully editing the rest of this too, and I just ugh, that's all I think

Mwah!
Reine