"Just Apparated, Dad," I said loudly as we came up to the camp site, "Ah, excellent, lunch!" It was more of a breakfast but those are the best kind.

It was almost time for the game to start and I was excited. My first, real Quidditch game. I don't count the ones I watch my brother play. While even I can tell they're good, I know they won't be as good as the people who do it for a living. No offense to my brothers or anything...not that they knew I was thinking that.

I was jolted out of my thoughts when Arthur jumped to his feet. "Aha!" he exclaimed, "the man of the moment, Ludo!"

"Ahoy, there!" Ludo Bagman was dressed quite loudly with thick, horizontal stripes of black and yellow. If all I had done was heard him, I would have thought he was a pirate. However, you would have very poor eyesight if you didn't see him. He was also moving as if he were on a trampoline, he could hardly contain his excitement.

He reminded me of Leo.

That thought made it easy to put on a polite but disapproving smile on. I was still having trouble putting my past behind me at the moment.

"Arthur, old man," Bagman huffed as he reached us, "what a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming...and hardly a hiccough on the arrangements...Not much for me to do!"

I raised my brow when not long after he said that, an explosion sparked off in the distance, purple sparks indicating a magical fire had been set. I sighed but ignored the haggard looking wizards who ran off in that direction. Holding out my hand for Bagman to shake, I stepped forward.

"Ah-yes," Arthur said, grinning. He was laughing at me I'm sure, he knew this action was not my style. "This is my son, Percy. He's just started at the Ministry-and this is Fred- no, George, sorry-that's Fred- Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter, Ginny-and Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Poor Harry, I saw him shift uncomfortably when Bagman did a double take and looked straight at the scar on his forehead. I remember when I had to go through that. It was aweful.

"Everyone," Arthur continued, completely oblivious, "this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets."

Bagman beamed at the praise and waved dismissively. "Fancy a bet on the match, Arthur?" he asked eagerly, jingling a pocket full of coins. "I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first-I offered him nice odds, considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years and Agatha Timons put up half shares in her eel farm on a long match."

"Oh...go on then," Arthur said reluctantly. "Let's see...a Galleon on Ireland to win?"

"A Galleon?" Bagman looked disappointed and I rolled my eyes. I wish I could bet I know I would win quite a bit. I didn't hang out with the Stolls all the time for nothing after all. Alas, it would not go with character. Stupid Percy Weasley.

"Very well, then...any other takers?" Bagman recovered and looked at the other Weasleys eagerly.

"They're a bit young to be gambling," Arthur started, looking at his children helplessly. "Molly wouldn't like-"

"37 Galleons, 15 Sickles, 3 Knuts that Ireland wins- but Victor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh, and we'll throw in a fake want," the twins said as they quickly pooled their money.

I hid a smile, these were one of my favorite tricks they conjured but then hissed at them. "You don't want to go showing Mr. Bagman rubbish like that-"

Stopping, I watched in suppressed fascination as Bagman accepted the wand and smiled widely in excitement as the want gave a loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken. He exploded into laughter.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed cheerfully, "I haven't seen one that convincing in years! I'd pay five Galleons for that!"

I froze my face in an expression of stunned disapproval but on the inside I was beaming with pride for my surrogate brothers. They couldn't be any more similar to the Stolls despite the fact they aren't demigods.

"I hope those two never meet the Stolls," I murmured to Arthur as he looked on helplessly, watching them finish dealing with the man.

"Who are they?" he asked curiously, whispering as well.

"Basically Fred and George," I said with a half-smile. "Only, they are demigods."

Arthur paled slightly at that and chuckled nervously. "Indeed," he said, "I hope they never meet."

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It was chaotic. So many people running around and screaming like the Second Giant War and Titan War. Only difference was, many were running, expecting the Ministry to save them. Yet another difference between wizards and demigods I have noticed.

An explosion of fire took place to my right and I shot a stunning spell in the direction it came from.

I went to help Arthur, Bill and Charlie but I saw they were handling everything alright. As were the rest of the people from the Ministry. It was still chaotic but they did not need me.

"I'm going to find Ron, Harry and the others!" I called over to Arthur who nodded as he fought with one of the hooded figures.

Taking off in the direction we'd sent them earlier, I scanned the dark wood, looking for Ron's, the twins' and Ginny's bright red hair. In a bright green explosion, lighting the trees, I found them, talking to the boy whose name I learned at the game. Draco Malfoy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione shrilled defiantly. Obviously, the boy had said something offensive.

I ducked behind a tree to listen in as the platinum blond boy sneered. "Granger, they're after Muggles," he said. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around...they're moving this way and it would give us all a laugh."

"Hermione's a witch," Harry snarled angrily.

Biting my lip, I recognized the anger and hoped to the goddess of magic that Malfoy didn't say anything else against Harry's friends. I used to show the same protective expressions and Harry would definitely attack if the other said one more offensive word.

"Have it your way, Potter," Malfoy grinned malevolently, "If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."

"You watch your mouth!" shouted Ron. Or he might attack. I know my brother has a bit of a hot head.

"Never mind, Ron," Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him back from the young Malfoy.

I sighed in relief for Hermione's sensible head and ignored the rest of the conversation. Scanning the woods, I watched for any threats coming our way.

Draco Malfoy was right about one thing. The hooded figures seemed to be heading this way. I silently urged the three to keep moving.

When they finally started, it was too late. The Malfoy boy disappeared but Death Eaters, as they were called-ridiculous name if you ask me- were crawling the woods like ants. And my brother and his idiot friends started fighting back. I bounced in my hidden spot and bit my lip again.

Suddenly, I felt a wand poking the back of my neck, making me jump almost two feet. How did he get behind me? "I've got one over here!" a voice shouted.

I dropped my head in annoyed resignation and slowly turned around to face the hooded figure behind me. Before I could do anything, he ripped my wand from my hands and pushed me to a clearing where my brother and his friends ended up, wandless as well.

"Percy?" Ron asked in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you were helping Dad and the Ministry!"

"I was," I said honestly, "They had it covered so I thought I'd check on you. Where are Fred, George and Ginny?"

"Shut up," the hooded figure said, jabbing his wand in my neck again. I took in a breath and glared up at the sky in annoyance. Amazing how a stick could hold so much power.

"I'm trying to be cooperative," I said evenly to the figure pointing his wand at me, "but if you jab that thing in the back of my neck one more time, you're going to find that you're missing something rather important."

Ron and his friends stared at me in surprise. I was wondering why until I realized what I said did not fit with Percy Weasley's character.

Oops.

"How exactly are you going to do that?" another hooded figure laughed. He was pointing his own wand a little close to Hermione. "What are your names?"

"Weasley, Potter and Granger," I said in a bored tone.

"Look at that, we caught Potter!" a third laughed uproariously.

"Is this Granger?' the second figure asked, getting closer to Hermione, who was sitting, frozen not too far from me.

Hermione shakily nodded and I had a feeling the figure had grinned wickedly.

"Mudblood, eh?" The figure asked. Hermione and her friends all tensed nervously. "That's no pureblood name."

Before I could say anything, she nodded reluctantly.

The hooded figures all laughed as the one who was pointing his wand at her got closer.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you," I warned, preparing myself to attack since I knew they wouldn't listen.

"Why not?" The one who had his wand on me jabbed his wand in my neck again.

At that I glared to the side, since I couldn't see him. "You shouldn't have done that," I growled, scaring the socks off my brother.

"Percy?" Ron asked.

I didn't bother responding to Ron because the dirtbag who was pointing his wand at Hermione, started speaking. "Arvada-Kedavra!"

Before the spell could reach Hermione, who had her eyes tightly shut, I had Riptide out and in front of her, blocking the green light. It ricocheted off the glowing sword to the third figure, causing him to fall to the ground.

In the same movement, I swung Riptide behind me, where the wand was and cut off the guy's wand hand. He screamed in pain and obviously dropped his wand. I grinned wickedly as I stepped back, only to hear a loud snap.

Two out of three were out of the picture. One of them sobbing on the floor like and infant. The last one stared at me in shock and fear. I grinned again as I felt the fear rolling off him in waves.

He started backing away but he didn't get very far when Harry pointed his recovered wand at him. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "Expelliarmus." The wand flew out of his hand and into the woods behind Harry.

"Good job, Harry," I said, never taking my eyes off of the scum bag. "No, don't think I'm done with you. I'm sorry but you don't just go around killing people because of their origins. It's just rude. I mean, it happens to me a lot but that makes more sense since those guys are literal monsters."

All while I was talking, I was slowly getting closer to the figure. Sadly, I was distracted for one second when I heard my name being called. That one second was enough for the idiot to get brave and punch me in the face, hitting my nose.

My hand flew to my nose and the guy tried running.

Too bad he didn't see Ron sneak up behind him. He ran smack had first into Ron who sent him to the dirt below.

"Well, done, Ron,"I praised, pulling my hand away from me face to see the damage.

"Styx," I swore. "Not again."

My nose was bleeding.

"Percy?" Hermione asked. "Are you alright."

"No," I said grumpily. "My nose is bleeding. Again. At least my blood won't awaken a sleeping deity intent on destroying the world."

"What?" Ron asked, looking at me like I was crazy. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother? Not...that I really care. You know. You can keep him."

I laughed, leaning on a tree as Arthur burst in the clearing with the twins, Ginny, Bill and CHarlie. "I am Percy, Ron," I assured.

"Again, Percy?" Arthur asked, exasperated.

"Are you referring to my bloody nose or the other thing?"

"The other thing," Arthur answered with a wry smile. "Did you bring the jars?"

"I always have the jars," I answered, "I mess up so often, I need to take them everywhere."

"Jars?" Ron questioned as Harry handed me my wand.

"Thank you, Harry," I said with a smile. "I must say, it is nice to finally meet you."

"Meet me?" Harry asked, confused.

"I've only been with the Weasleys since mid-summer," I told him, smiling as his confusion grew.

"I planted false memories in all of your memories of him," a voice echoed around us. "He needed a family like yours to complete his mission."

"Lady Hecate," I greeted pleasantly. I dug in my pockets, looking for the jars and pulled out a leather pouch, tinkling with the jars inside.

"Wait, so if he's not Percy Weasley, who is he?" Fred asked d

"My real name is Perseus Jackson,' I said, bowing. "At your service. Call me Percy."

"Anything else not real about you?" Bill asked, folding his arms across his chest. I felt bad now, this was the first time I would meet him, Harry and Charlie as the real me and they are already set against me.

"Yeah," I said with an awkward laugh. "I am not a Ministry loving jerk."

"Really?" Charlie said, disbelievingly.

"Yep," I said with a smile. "I hate my job. And Mr. Crouch."I added as an after thought.

George laughed. "What do you know, George," he started. "Percy the arrogant jerk is really Percy the Ministry hater."

"George," I said, giving him a pointed look. "Stop confusing everyone."

"Mate?" Bill said. "That's Fred."

"No, if he says that's George, that's George," Arthur sighed. "He can tell them apart better than I can and he's only been here for a month."

"Bloody hell, when is someone going to ask about the jars full of glowing liquid, Percy has?" Ron exclaimed.

"These are your memories," Hecates said, "of all the other times Percy's dropped his cover on accident." The goddess gave me a look.

"That dirtbag was going to kill Hermione and that one had my wand," I protested, pointing to each goon in turn. "What'd you expect me to do?"

"What about that one?" Hecate pointed to the still form of the last one.

"Dead," I answered casually. "Want me to deal with the other ones?"

"No, just erase them and I'll take them to the Minister," Hecate answered.

"Hold it!" Ron shouted again. "Those are our memories? Of you?"

"Yeah, of the real me," I said sheepishly. "It's kind of hard pretending to be Percy Weasley. I hate it."

"You were the one who chose that personality," Hecate said with a laugh.

"I didn't realize how much I would hate being Octavian!" I shouted. "You know, in hindsight, I should have known that."

Hecate nodded in amusement and Arthur snorted. "You think?"

"Why can't you just keep being you?" Ginny questioned.

I smiled sadly. "It's not time yet," I answered. "Just as it is not time for Harry to face his final trial."

"What are you talking about, mate?" Ron asked, his face screwing up in the most confused way he could get. It almost made me laugh.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Hermione started for the first time. "Harry is going to face Voldemort someday."

"How do you know?" Harry asked.

"Percy, stop talking," Hecate said hurriedly.

"They're going to forget anyways," I said defensively.

The goddess sighed in resignation. "The prophecy," she told them. "You'll find out soon, just not now. We've go to get your memories in the jars so Arthur and Percy can get back to work and the rest of you can go home."

I groaned. "Right," I grumbled. "Man, I hate my job." My accent slipped for a second and I was American again.

"You're American?" Ron exclaimed.

"Forget to mention that, Percy?" Bill questioned. "Or is your name not real either?"

"My name is Percy-well, Perseus but who wants to go by that?" I reassured him. "I am American but I have been here for a while and I pick up accents quickly. Forgot about it actually."

"Percy, the memories," Hecate urged.

"Right," I said, grabbing the one labeled Ron, "So, Ron first. Don't worry, you'll get your memories back but right now you need to forget. It's not time yet."

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"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!" Came a cry from inside the Burrow.

Molly, who had obviously been watching for them, yanked the door open, holding a newspaper in her hand.

"Arthur-I've been so worried, so worried-" she embraced Arthur first then pulled away, tears falling. "You're all alright," she muttered. "You're alive...oh, boys..." She pulled the twins in next then moved on to the others.

When she got to me, she whispered. Thank you in my ear. She'd obviously been told I'd saved them by Arthur. He always exaggerated that way. One time, we had gone out on a family outing before Hermione or anyone else got here and I killed off some hellhounds that had sniffed me out. Arthur was the only one there besides Ron, Ginny and Fred and George. That was the first time I had accidentally revealed myself.

I just pulled her in for a tighter squeeze.

Later, at work, I saw a sea of red come heading one the direction of my desk. I've been told those were howlers.

I groaned and pounded my head on my dest. "This is going to be a very long day," I muttered.