For those of you who can't read the picture, it's just the Pokemon Team Rocket theme with Lucius and Snape.

Percy's POV

"BLUE COOKIES!"

I shot up in my bed, the covers immediately on the floor. I look around, wiping the tired daze from my eyes and shouting, "Where! Cookies!"

I look over and see Hermione and Ginny laughing. I roll my eyes, "Very funny, guys."

Hermione giggled, "Come on, Perce. Mrs. Weasley made you blue waffles."

I shot out of the room, hearing their laughter behind me. They do not understand the epicness of blue food. Foolish mortals. Oh, man. Now I feel evil.

I burst into the kitchen, breathless, earning myself a glare from Harry and Ron. I ignore them. At least, I try to. Before greeting the adults, I say, "You guys should stop glaring. Your faces will get stuck like that."

Sirius and Mr. Weasley chuckled while Mrs. Weasley scolded them, "Come now, boys. Leave Percy alone. Percy, dear, come get your waffles. I made them blue."

I race to the countertop. Mrs. Weasley smiled at me, "Here you go. Don't forget the syrup. You're mother called last night. She wishes you the best of luck in school. She passed on a message as well. Annabeth says not to drown your breakfast."

I shoot her a lopsided grin, "When they call you again, tell my mom I love her and tell Annabeth that I can't drown, and neither can my waffles. Also, tell her that just because I'm eating waffles and not pancakes, doesn't mean that they can drown."

Mrs. Weasley didn't look the slightest bit confused about what I'd said. "Of course, dear."

Harry leaned over to Ron and whispered, "Conceited much? Anyone can drown." Ron nodded his agreement.

I sat across from them, pretending not to have heard. My inner Persassy seriously wanted to kick their butts, but I shoved him down.

Hermione and Ginny walked in, talking about school. They grabbed their plain pancakes and sat down on either side of me.

I winked in greeting. Ginny's face was pink, but that could just be because it was so dam hot in the room. Hehe. Dam. I will never get over it.

I shoveled the last of my waffles into my mouth and thanked Mrs. Weasley. Then I washed my own plate and sat back down between the girls.

"So how's Pigfarts?" I ask them. They looked at me confused, "Is it a good school?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Percy. It's Hogwarts. Hog. Warts. And yes, it's a very good school. They teach very well and proper education always comes first."

"Are there any sports there?" I ask. If I was going to fail the school, I should at least be able to do one thing right.

Ginny suddenly popped into the conversation, "There's Quidditch. It's amazing. We ride on broomsticks. Harry reckons it's like basketball but with three hoops and everyone's flying around on brooms. There are also Bludgers, iron balls that try to knock you out of the air, and a golden snitch. They're tiny and quick and if they're caught, they signal the end of the game."

I nodded, trying to digest everything. The information, and my waffles. "Alright. You think I could make the team?"

Hermione leaned in closer, "Probably not. Harry's the captain, and he still hasn't taken a liking to you."

Harry's head jerked up, "Hey! I can be fair!" Harry lobbed a boiled egg at my head.

My hand shot up and caught it before it splattered on my face. Harry and Ron's jaw dropped open.

Hermione looked at the two of them, "You sure? Because Percy's reflexes are lightning quick. He could take your spot on the team. He caught that knife in his sleep."

Harry's face turned as red as Ron's hair, "He's never flown on a broom."

Ginny argued with him, "Neither did you when you caught Neville's Remembrall."

I smiled at the girls gratefully. If I could have stuck up for myself, I would have. But I had no idea what they were talking about so my motto was, just keep swimming.

OH NO! I was gonna miss the premiere of Finding Dory! I'll just get dad to send me the movie. No big deal. Totally not starting to freak out over here.

Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands, "Alright children, stop bickering. We're going to Diagon Alley. Percy needs a wand and a broomstick if he can afford one, as well as an owl. We also need to get books. Sally's already sent me the key to her Gringotts account. To the living room."

We got up and walked to the fireplace. I leaned over to Hermione, "Are we gonna be like Santa Claus? We gonna go up the fireplace and reindeer will be waiting for us to take us on a sleigh ride?"

Hermione and Ginny looked at me funny, "Sometimes I can't tell if you're joking or not." Hermione said carefully.

I smile, "Definitely joking."

Mrs. Weasley turned to me, "We're going to use something called Floo Powder. Throw it into the fire and say, Diagon Alley. Then you'll be transported through the Floo Network and we can visit George while we're there."

I am a time skip. Poke_Master57 is too lazy to write about the floo powder. They are at Flourish and Blotts. Deal with it.

Harry, carrying a giant box of books, complained to Hermione, "'Mione! This is getting really heavy."

I smirked. He was going to be carrying four copies of each level eight book and one set of level sevens. On top of that, whatever books Hermione wanted to get to read in her free time. Right now, he was carrying two sets of books. I strolled over to him, "Here, let me get that."

He glared at me, but then his arms started shaking and he grudgingly handed it over.

Hermione just put book after book into the box and I shouted over the top of the mountain, "Hey, Hermione? Can you get my books in Ancient Greek?"

She shot me a puzzled glance but placed a set of them in the box anyway. As I trailed her through the rows, girls started giggling and pointing at my arms. I glanced down.

What was their problem? It's not like I spilled syrup on them again.

I shrugged it off and finally, we paid the guy at the register.

As we walked out, the books still in my arms, my stomach growled. Ginny giggled and Ron glared at me. "What? I haven't eaten in two hours!" I cried indignantly.

Mrs. Weasley led us over to an ice cream store, something like Nerfloa Scuetrofe's Ice Cream Louparr. She bought all of us a cup and stopped at me, "Percy, would you like Arthur to take that back home?"

Mr. Weasley didn't wait for my answer. Instead, he grabbed hold of the box and Apparated back to the Black Residence.

I accepted the ice cream gratefully as my stomach roared for attention, "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

She playfully glared at Ron, "You know, Ronald, you could learn a thing or two from this boy. He does the dishes and is extremely polite."

Ron just huffed and stalked off to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Harry and Mrs. Weasley followed him. Ginny and Hermione hung back with me.

"Sorry about him," Hermione said, her eyes following Ron. We walked through the door of the shop, "You're gonna love this place. It's a joke shop. Here, let's go and see George."

George Weasley was standing in a corner, looking over the store with pride and sadness. Ginny whispered, "He used to be so funny. He was always pranking people with his twin brother, Fred. Then Fred died and hasn't been the same since. He says he might close the joke shop."

Oh, gods. I might be starting the apocalypse but I don't care. I grinned at them, "A broken pair of pranking twins? I have just the people for that."

Five minutes later, Connor, Travis, and George were brainstorming their next prank.

Ginny hugged me, "Thank you, Percy. We thought he might never recover."

George walked over to me, "If you ever need something, Perce, you know where to find me."

I smiled at him. At least now I know the next thing I have to save the world from won't be an evil Greek monster with a thirst for my blood.

Hermione took my hand and started dragging me out of the store, "Come on! We've got to go get you a wand." Ginny, Harry, and Ron followed us out of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and we all headed to the wand shop.

Time skip. They are in Ollivander's. How many wands does it take to get Percy to stop breaking stuff? Flowers die. Bookshelves disappear. World explodes. The world may never know.

The windows shattered. Ollivander took the wand from my hand, "Nope. Definitely not. You are a tricky customer, aren't you?" He waddled back into the rows of wands.

I looked back at Harry, who I'd accidentally drenched in water. He glared at me, shivering. I know that Chiron said not to reveal I was a demigod, but Harry didn't need more reasons to hate me. I touched his sleeve and the water disappeared.

Harry shook his arms, "I'm dry. How did you do that?" He glanced at me suspiciously, but didn't glare. That's a first.

I shrugged, and he went back to glaring. Well, it was good while it lasted.

Ollivander walked back out with a wand in his hand. It was gray with sea green streaks running up and down it like waves.

He put it in my hands, "This wand was meant for a great wizard. It has thestral and pegasus feather core, is twelve inches, and is made of pine. It was made by the gods and I think more than that, made for you."

I groaned. This was not helping my Harry situation. Ha. Hairy situation.

I took the wand and paused. Ron smirked, "Just give the wand a bloody wave. It's not gonna choose you, you git." I ignored him and waved the wand.

Instantly all the glass flew back into the panes. The wands restocked themselves and the smell of the ocean filled the air. Ollivander's eyes twinkled, "That will be nine galleons. Take good care of that wand, Perseus. It is said to be stronger than the Elder Wand."

As we walked out, I caught Harry giving me a death glare. Some death glare. More like bunny rabbit glare. Me, being the mature Seaweed Brain I am, stuck my tongue out at him.

He tried to glare harder but ended up looking constipated. Again. And I told him so.

"Dude. That's the second time in twenty-four hours you've ended up looking constipated. If you want, I've got some meds for that." Ginny giggled and Hermione bit her lip.

Hermione playfully swatted at my arm, "Percy! Be nice." I bowed at her, "I'm sorry, mother."

She fake pouted at me. I grinned, "Come off it, 'Mione. Let the master show you the proper way to pout."

Harry rolled his eyes, "An evil piece of scum like you can't pout worth a Knut."

I wiggled my eyebrows, "Is that so?" Ron scoffed. I shot them my best baby seal face. Ginny and Hermione melted instantly. Ron and Harry were trying to keep a straight face, but failed miserably.

"Okay," Harry squeaked, "Maybe it's worth a Knut." Then he went back to his normal mean self, "But only a Knut."

He and Ron Apparated away. It's so weird. It's like cracking into thin air. Personally, vapor and shadow traveling work better, but I already showed them one of my godly powers. They don't need to see more.

I grab Hermione's hand and shout, "Let's go!" Her face turns red. For real? It's not that hot in Europe. I mean, in New York it was like a million degrees and her face was pink. Here, it's like ninety degrees and her face is red? British people are weird.

I start whining, "Come one, 'Mione!" Hermione Apparated us back to the Black Residence, where we pack our bags and go to sleep.

Tomorrow, we go to Pig Farts. Or Hogwarts or whatever. Either way, it's a seriously troubled pig.

Time Skippy to the King's Cross Station.

"Let me get this straight," I say, "The entrance to the Hogwarts Express is through a wall?"

Harry rolled his eyes and said slowly, "Yes. You walk throooooooouuuuuugh that wall to get to the train."

"That's cool," I say before walking through the wall. More like into the wall. Such a Seaweed Brain. Harry and Ron were cracking up behind me. Hermione and Ginny turn on them, "You knew that was the wrong wall! You did that on purpose." Ginny accused.

Harry shrugged, "Sorry, Gin. But he deserved that."

Ginny blew a fuse, "How should you know? You've been nothing but mean to him. Come on, Percy!"

She grabbed my arm and dragged me through the real wall, Hermione and the boys following close behind. Through Ginny's fuming, I could hear Hermione scolding them. If they were a little bit nicer, I might have felt sorry for them. But for now, I am content.

We entered the train, Hermione catching up to us. She opened one of the compartments. I couldn't see much past her bushy hair but I could hear her conversation. "Hi, Luna. All of the other compartments are full. Can we sit here?"

Luna? Wait, Luna Lovegood? As in, daughter of Iris? She was here? COOL!

I heard Luna's response. I didn't want to come out just yet. It was gonna be a surprise. "Sure, Hermione." Yup. It was definitely her.

Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and Ron walked past me, the girls looking curious and the boys glaring. I walked into the small train compartment when I was sure Luna was looking at her magazine.

I winked at the girls and said, sounding hurtful, "Luna! Is that how you treat a friend?"

She looked up in surprise and gave a very uncharacteristic squeal, "Percy! How are you here?"

I ignored the question and smiled at her, "How's my second favorite daughter of Iris?" She pouted, "Only second favorite?"

I winked, "Well you can't be first. Fleecy would get jealous and feed me wheat germ!" We shivered in unison. We hugged and I sat down between her and Hermione.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "How do you know Luna?"

I shrugged, "We met at a summer camp a couple years ago. Nothing else happened."

I glared at her, begging her not to say anything more. She smirked and went ahead anyway. "Percy actually saved my life. Some rabid dogs and kidnappers were chasing me. Luckily, Percy found me in the woods. He knocked them out and brought them to the police."

Thank the gods Luna caught on that we weren't supposed to say we were demigods. Hellhounds and cyclops were chasing her. As you can expect, they weren't in jail. They were in Tartarus.

Harry's glare softened but was still apparent on his face. Luna's demigod glare had him quivering in his seat, "Stop glaring at Percy! He's my friend. What did he ever do to you? Although, knowing him, he probably did something. Such a Seaweed Brain."

Luna was one of Annabeth's closest friends. Of course, when hanging out with an Athena child like Annabeth, you tend to pick up some of their sayings and thoughts. Like how Annabeth and her friends thought I couldn't find my way out of a paper bag. For the record, I can. I found my way out of a bucket last week all by myself!

Harry's face reddened. Honestly, it's been getting so red the past few days, I almost mistook him for a tomato. He shot me a glare, saying, "Well did your friend tell you he was the grandson of Voldemort? Did he tell you that he's actually an evil death eater with no loyalty? Or are you falling for his act, too?" Harry pointed an accusing finger at Luna.

I leaned over to Hermione, "Just watch Luna snap that finger." Hermione giggled.

Luna was glowering at him, making all of his bravado slip away, "I'll have you know, Percy is one of the bravest, most loyal people I've ever met! Just because he's the grandson of Voldemort doesn't mean anything! He was raised by his mom, with not an evil bone inside of her! And one more thing. When you find out what he's really been through, you'll be eating your words right back up!"

"Luna," I stood up quickly, changing to Greek, "Harry is just going to get suspicious. Dumbledore says he has ways of finding these things out. I appreciate you sticking up for me. I really do. But just sit tight for now."

Luna stuck her lip out, "Fine, have it your way, Perce."

The food trolley came by. I grinned, "Speaking of eating, what's on that cart?" Luna facepalmed, "Always such a Seaweed Brain."

I ended up buying two of everything before turning back to the others, "Oh. Did you guys want something, too?"

Luna breathed out, "Oh gods. How does Annabeth put up with you every day?"

I shot her a lopsided grin, "Cuz I'm amazing!"

Hermione asked, "Who's Annabeth?"

I smiled at her, making her pink. What's with the facial colors these days? Oh. She's eating one of those super spicy Bertie Botts. That makes sense. "Someone from camp. She treats me like I'm stupid."

Luna laughed, "You are stupid, Kelp Head." Hermione and Ginny laughed while Harry and Ron smirked, making Luna glare at them again. You know, Luna's glare the fourth scariest at camp. After me, Annabeth and Nico of course.

Ginny looked at us curiously, "What's with the nicknames?"

Luna smiled, "Percy is Seaweed Brain or Kelp Head, because he loves the ocean and is stupid."

I jumped in, "Luna is Skittles or Rainbow Face because she loves rainbows."

Harry tilted his head, scowling, "What's a Skittle?" I took one out of my pocket and threw it at him, hitting him right between the eyes, "Where's your reflexes, Seeker?" He glared. I leaned back comfortably, "Taste the rainbow, man. Taste the rainbow."

Luna shook her head, saying in Greek, "Stop bothering him, Perce. Do you want him to hate you forever?"

I shrugged, "I can't help it. His glares are as scary as a puppy eating a marshmallow."

Luna laughed. Hermione looked suspicious, "What's that language you keep speaking?"

"Ancient Greek," I say. It can't hurt to tell them what it is. I continue, "It's our first language. Her mom and my dad are Greek."

Hermione nods, "You know, we actually have a class on Ancient Greek this year."

Harry and Ron groan, "More classes? Is it mandatory?"

I fist pump into the air, "Yes! If I'm going to fail everything else, at least there's one thing I can coast in."

The girls giggled. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a blonde boy with about ten pounds of gel in his hair. Seriously. Why must hair be so shiny?

Harry scowled, "Malfoy. What do you want?"

The boy grinned evilly, "Just to say hello to the new kid," He turned to me, "You're making a mistake sitting with these losers. Come with me, and you can have proper friends in this school."

I smile, making Hermione and Ginny look hurt. Harry and Ron look like they've been expecting this all along. Luna leans back and smiles as well. I look him up and down, "There's one of you in every school, isn't there? The scrawny boy who makes himself look bigger by pushing everyone else down."

I stand up, my chest level with his face. His already pale face turns paper white. I grin, "But guess what, kid? I'm bigger than you. I'm stronger than you."

He opened his mouth to say something, and if he was anything like the stereotypical 'mean but popular kids at my old schools, I knew what was coming out of his mouth.

I held up a finger. "And before you say anything, I know for a fact my parents are more powerful than yours." His mouth clamped shut furiously.

"I'd like to see you try to push me down." I step back and smile at his reddening face. Jeez. British people sure love to make their faces fifty shades of red.

Just as I'm about to sit down, he takes a swing at me. My hand shoots up and intercepts it. Luna shakes her head, "And here I thought I'd never see anyone do something as stupid as Percy getting his head stuck in a bucket last week."

Ginny giggles, but Hermione just shakes her head. She gives me a very Annabeth like look, the one that says, Can you be any more stupid?

I pout at her while slowly putting pressure on Malfoy's fist in my hand. The knuckles start popping and I know the pressure isn't nearly enough to crack the bone. Just provide Malfoy with some well deserved pain. "Come on, Luna! That was an accident!"

Malfoy's other fist swung around while I was looking at Luna. Hermione screamed, "Percy, look out!"

But it was already in my hand. I put them behind his back and kicked him out of the compartment. "Don't mess with me, Scrawny." Then I shut the door behind him.

The wizards were gaping at me. Ron started stuttering, "Blimey, Percy. Where in the bloody hell did you learn that?"

I flinch. What's with these phrases? I mutter at Luna in Greek, "Sure is bloody."  She smiles weakly.

"More powerful than Malfoy's dad?" Harry asked suspiciously, "How can you be so sure?"

Suddenly, Hermione says, "We're here!" I look out the window. I could practically hear Annabeth gushing about the architecture. I had to admit, Hogwarts was really cool. But not as cool as Olympus, Annabeth style.

Ginny looked at me, "Isn't it amazing?"

I shrugged, "Not to be rude or anything, but I've seen cooler."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah? Where?"

Luna jumped in, "It's classified. People who went to our camp only."

Harry grunted, "Then I don't believe you."

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Whatever you say, Potter, but you don't see me looking impressed."

We got off the train. I looked around. There wasn't much out here. Just a bunch of kids, some boats, and some Nico horses. Suddenly, a stampeding cloud of dust shot towards me. When it disappeared, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Harry had been pushed to the outskirts of a group of girls. They were standing around me, laughing. Their faces were twitching as well. I was confused.

Hermione looked angry. I still don't get it. Luna came to the rescue, "Shove off, girls. Stop looking at him like that, Lavender and Parvati. Cho! Don't you have a boyfriend? Romilda, give Percy back his Skittles."

My hand shot to my pocket at that last one. No one takes my skittles. Not even Annabeth or Leo. They trudged off. I turned to the group, "What was that about?"

Luna shook her head, "It was nothing you should worry your Seaweed filled head about, Perce."

"Okay," I said. If it involves too much thinking, I don't want to think about it, "What are those horses?"

Harry looked at me in shock, "You can see them?"

I rolled my eyes, "Duh! Can't everybody?"

Hermione shook her head, "They can only be seen by people who've seen death."

I let out a small, "Oh." I've only seen too much death. Silena and Beckendorf and Zoe and so many more. All my fault. Luna patted my shoulder. I looked at her gratefully.

Luna took me by the arm and led me to a giant. Woah. My hand was already on Riptide. I eyed him suspiciously, "Are you a giant?"

He grinned through his bushy beard, "Half giant. But don' worry. I never hur' anybody. Name's Hagrid. You look a little old ter be a firs' year. Er you the transfer student?"

I nodded and he put me on the boat. Now this was something I can get used to. We rode to the school.

When we got there, an old lady led us through the halls. She turned to us before a set of doors, "I am Professor McGonagall. You will be sorted into houses, Hufflepuff, for the loyal, Ravenclaw, for the wise, Slytherin, for the cunning, and Gryffindor, for the brave. Good luck."

The first years flowed into the Great Hall. Why the Great Hall? More like the Great Room. That's what I'm calling it from now on.

McGonagall turned to me. "You must be Perseus," she said, "You will come after all of the first years. When I call your name, you can come and be sorted."

I nodded, then called after her, "It's Percy."

This was gonna take a while.