Percy Jackson-

I was beginning to get bored.  

It wasn't Harry, Ron, and Hermione's fault, but they were really starting to get on my nerves

"How much longer?" Thalia whined.

"I don't know," I answered.  "A little longer and you get to yell at people who question stuff.  Sound fun?  Yelling at innocent wand-wavers."

Thalia shrugged.  "I guess that could be fun.  But only once they show up."  She paused.  "What's with all the pigs?"

"Pigs?" Nico asked, snapping his head towards our cousin.  I had a feeling he wasn't paying any attention whatsoever to anything we were saying.  "Huh?"

"I mean, honestly.  Hogwarts," She snickered.  Nico and I did, too.  That name never gets old.  "Hogsmeade, Hogshead..."

"It is pretty bizarre.  But not as bizarre as eating your kids," I said nonchalantly.

"Everything with you lot is bizarre," Ginny said brightly upon arriving at the pub.

"Hey, I though you were coming here with Michael Corn-plant, or whatever his name is." I said, grinning.

"He's coming.  He was meeting Terry Boot and some other Ravenclaws." Ginny shrugged.

"Yeah, well," Nico started, but stopped upon seeing Harry, Hermione, and Ron enter.  They were looking around, and seemed edgy.

"I don't know about this, Hermione," I heard Harry mutter.  They exchanged a few words before I decided to make my presence known.

"Hey!" I said, grinning.

"Percy?" Hermione said in surprise, but smiled at seeing us.  "Ginny, Thalia, Nico, good to see you guys here.  I wasn't sure you guys were going to show.  Well, Ginny, yes, but-"

"Eh, it's all right, Hermione, I get it." I smirked and winked at Ginny and my cousins.  "I like to...follow the current, you know?"

Thalia and Nico snickered, and Ginny tried to stifle her laughter and attemped to passed it off as an odd cough.

Hermione and Ron looked at us strangely, but Harry was more preoccupied with all of the people flooding into the bar.  (No, that wasn't a pun.)  There were a lot of faces, most of them I didn't know-either that or I didn't care to remember.  I did, to my delight, see Luna.  I also saw Neville, but I didn't really know what to feel about that...

"A couple of people?" Harry said hoarsely to Hermione.  "A couple of people?"

"Yes, well, the idea seemed quite popular," Hermione said, sounding cheery.  "Ron, do you want to pull up more chairs?"

"I'd better go," Ginny muttered to us, seeing her boyfriend gesture to her.  "Remember, you guys promised to train me, and I won't let you forget."

With that, she sat down next to Mike-somebody.  I felt a twinge of annoyance.  It wasn't a romantic feeling in the least, but I did consider Ginny like my sister, and I didn't like that boyfriend of hers...something about him just rubbed me the wrong way... (Haha.  Now Ron has somebody to team up with :).)

The twins ordered everyone a butterbeer, but I declined, opting for water.  What can I say?  Sons of Poseidon are entitled to drink as much water as we like, it goes with the whole demigod thing.

"Do you guys want some help with the cavalry?" I asked in a low voice, seeing them whisper to each other.

"Thanks, Percy." Hermione gave me a small smile.    Harry slumped his shoulders.  

"Hi, Harry." Neville beamed before he sat down.  I noticed Harry surveying the crowd, and blushing a little when his gaze rested on a black haired girl for a moment.  I succeeded in not snickering, although the task was challenging.

Everyone's gaze was on Harry.  Some eyes glanced at me a few times, probably wondering what I was doing, but I ignored them.

"Er," said Hermione, looking a bit flushed.  "Well-er-hi."

The group turned their attention to Hermione, but darted back to Harry regularly.

"Well...erm...well, you know why you're here.  Erm-"

That's when I took over.

"So, what my smart friend is trying to say, is that there is a bat teaching us, and we aren't learning anything, so we are going to stick it to those...Pinecone Face, what word can I substitute so it's age appropriate for the younger squirts?"

"Why are you asking me?" Thalia shrugged when eyes turned towards her.  "I have no filter.  You know that, Kelp Head."

"Right, as usual, my cousin is deliberately unhelpful.  Ginny?" 

"Ministry Morons?" She suggested.

"Right!  Ministry Morons!  So, we want to learn Defense Again the Dark Arts, and that Ministry Hag won't teach us, so we've got to put our survival in our own hands.  You can't get wait around to be attacked-if you are attacked, you will need to know how to defend yourself.  You are going to need to be quick with your mind and your feet, and you will need to be able to use defensive spells.  You won't be able to hold back or try for a do-over.  The enemy isn't going to be merciful, whether it's a Death Eater-" I broke off snickering.  I wiped a tear from my eye.  "Whoa, that is hilarious.  Gets me every time," I grinned.  "Where was I?  Sorry, I have ADHD, I tend to get off track.  Anyway, like I was saying, whether is a buffoon hench-person, or Voldysnort himself, you need to be ready."

A lot of people looked like they should flinch, but realized I said the name wrong.  

Fred and George leaned on each other, laughing hysterically.  Ginny rolled her eyes at me, but grinned all the same. 

I grinned cheekily.  "Back to the smart person."  A couple of people laughed, and Hermione blushed as everyone's attention turned back to her.

She made a speech, I think people were staring at me weirdly the entire time I was ranting, and didn't really pick up what I said, but focused on Hermione.  I didn't really mind, but these Wizards were pretty decent entertainment.

"And by that I mean learning how to defend ourselves properly, not just theory, like Percy so kindly said, but real spells-"  I heard Hermione said.  Now would be a great time for blue cookies...

"You want to pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. too though, I bet?" Said Ginny's stupid boyfriend, watching Hermione closely.

"Of course I do," Hermione said at once.  "But I want more than that.  I want to be properly trained in Defense because...because..." Hermione took a large breath.  "Lord Voldemort's back."  I swear, their reactions were gold.  People twitched, some people spilled butterbeer on themselves...ahh, Wizards are just so funny.  Can't get good entertainment like this unless you hang out with Leo twenty-four seven.

"Well...that's the plan anyway," Hermione said.  "If you want to join us, we need to decide how we're going to-"

"Where's the proof You-Know-Who is back?" A stupid blonde twerp said in an aggressive tone.

I was going to snap at him, but I decided to sit back on this one.  Let Harry handle his problems.

"Well, Dumbledore believes it-" Hermione began.

"You mean, Dumbledore believes him," said the twerp, nodding at Harry.

"Who are you?" Ron asked rudely.

Then, I sort of tuned it out... Blah, blah, blah...

"If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone, I can't help you," Harry snapped.  "I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right?  So if that's what you're here for, you might as well clear out."

No one moved.  Wow, things are tense in hear.  I'm almost temped to blurt out something incredibly random, like Leo does, to break he ice.  

"So," Hermione said.  "So...like I was saying...if you want to learn some defense, then we need to work out how we're going to do it, how often we're going to meet, and where we're going to-"

"Is it true that you can produce a Patronus?" A girl interrupted.  

People murmured at this.  

"Yeah," Harry said in a slightly defensive tone.

"A corporeal Patronus?" The girl asked.

"Er-you don't know Madam Bones, do you?" Harry asked.

"She's my auntie," the girl smiled.  "I'm Susan Bones.  She told me about your hearing.  So-is it true?  You can make a stag Patronus?"

"Yes," Harry admitted.  

"Blimey, Harry!" Said a guy that often hung out with Fred and George.  I was pretty sure his name was Lee.  I wasn't positive, though.  "I never knew that!" He exclaimed, looking impressed.

"Mum told Ron not to spread it around," Fred grinned.  "She said you got enough attention as it was."

"She's not wrong," Harry muttered.  

"I know the feeling," I grunted.  People to turned to stare at me, including Harry.  Thalia and Nico snickered.  Traitors.  Ginny rolled her eyes.  "What?" I said.  "Do you have any idea how weird it was to show up at my own funeral?  What an entrance, huh?"

Before anyone could make any inquiries about what I said, someone piped up, "And did you kill a basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?"

"Er-yeah.  I did, yeah." Harry said bashfully.

There was a reaction at this, but I was cracking my back, so I didn't pay it a whole lot of attention.

"And in our first year," Neville said, "He saved the Sorcerous Stone-"

"Sorcerer's," hissed Hermione.

"Yes, that, from You-Know-Who." He finished.  I was sort of temped to say, 'I don't know who!  People, say the stupid name already!'  But I didn't, something I commended myself on.

"And not to mention," the girl Harry obviously had a crush on added, "all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year-getting past dragons and merpeople and acromantulas and things..."

Honestly, everything they were saying just went into one ear and out the other.  It made as much sense as Annabeth talking about Architecture.  I miss my Wise Girl...

"Look," Harry said.  I sort of drowned out the rest of what he said for a moment, until I heard the twins say...

"That's not what he said," snarled Fred.

"Would you like us to clean your ears for you?" George asked, pulling at a lethal looking object.  

"Oohh!" I said.  "Can I help?"

"Sure, why not?" Fred said.  "Or, you know, any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this."

"Yes, well.  Moving on...the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?"

I tuned everything out again, and started to think of my own lessons that I'll be teaching.  Ginny was like a sister to me, and since she wanted to know how to fight, I was going to make her the best fighter in Wizarding history.

I think they were talking about places to hold the meetings.  It was more than obvious to me.  The Room of Requirement was exactly what they needed.

"Maybe an unused classroom?" I think his name was Derek, or Dean, or something.

"Yeah, McGonagall might let us have hers, she did when Harry was practicing for the Triwizard..."

"I've got an idea." I said loudly.  Every head turned in my direction.  "To be quite honest, I'm rather disappointed in the lot of you," I said with a fake British accent.  "I find it hard to believe that you guys have been here for...what?  Four, five years now?  And none of you took up exploring the castle?  It is pretty sad."

"Which room are you talking about?" Ginny asked.  "Not the...?"

"Oh, no." I winked at Hermione, and she blushed slightly, grinning.  She was amazed by the mirror room, and I knew she wouldn't let that slip.  "That one is our little secret, isn't it?  No, I'm talking about a different room that is magically designed to cater to it's user's needs."

"What room would that be?" Harry asked.

"I think I'll tell you later.  No need to speak so openly here..."

I narrowed my eyes at the man who was dressed as a witch.  I think his name had something to do with poop.  There was also a guy in bandages, and he was listening rather intently to our conversation."

No one said anything else about the subject, and Hermione then had everyone sign a piece of paper after a little persuading.

After Ginny, Thalia, Nico, and I signed, I ushered them out of the pub.

"Room of Requirement, huh?" Nico grinned.

"Yes, well.  That isn't the point at the moment.  I think Ginny's first lesson is long overdo." I smirked.

Ginny's eyes widened.  "Yes!" She pumped a fist in the air, and Thalia laughed.

"We'll go to that room we found...you know, the mirror one."

"We should give it a name," Ginny said.

"What?" Thalia asked.

"How about...the Room of Reflection?"

"That's pretty cheesy, but why not?" Thalia shrugged.  "I just want to cause one of my cousins bodily harm."

Nico and I backed away slowly...

"Only one?" Ginny laughed.

"Well, I can teach you a lot, but only one of them could teach you how to handle a sword.  I'm more of a spear or archery girl."

"I see," Ginny grinned.  She looked at Nico and I, who were slowly trying to retreat.  "And where do you boys think you're going?"

Thalia had a wicked gleam in her eyes.  Nico and I turned to each other.

"I think we'd better run," Nico said casually.

"I think you're quite right," I said with a fake British accent.

Thalia put up ten fingers and started lower them one at a time.

Nico and I grinned at Ginny.  "If you'll excuse us..."

That's when we ran.

"GET BACK HERE!"

Don't mess with a hunter of Artemis...

Hey, guys!  What's going on?  Well, here is something I've been thinking about...

After I finish this book, I had an idea about doing bonus chapters.  I might do a sequel or two, depending on how this ends...(Haven't exactly planned anything out...) But the bonus chapters would be this Percy...Voldy's grandson, exactly like he is here, friends with Ginny, fighting with his wonderful cousins...wait for it, in Goblet of Fire!

Yeah, so that's my idea, anyway.  There would be five bonus chapters.  Percy chosen, the Yule Ball, and each of the challenges.  What do you guys think?  Would you be interested?  If you would be, I'd like to know, so comment, vote, and thanks for your support.

Obviously, since I have stated this before, I am a fourteen year old, so I obviously didn't write the Harry Potter books.  This is a fan-fiction, I don't own anything.  I'm just bringing this up because I copied quite a lot from Order of the Phoenix in this chapter.  So I just thought I'd have to clarify, or do a disclaimer or something...well, I think this counts as a disclaimer...if it doesn't, then oh well.

BOOKS RULE!  (Just thought I'd say that.)  Oh, and none of this is edited, so don't sue me if I make mistakes, or word something wrong or anything.  Just thought I'd say that.

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