Previously:
A creepy figure stepped out of the darkness holding a bundle of robes. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that was a baby or small child. It stopped by a towering head stone and Harry screamed out in pain, his hands reaching for his scar.

Then a hiss, "Kill the spare."

If the situation weren't so dire, I'd be offended.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light and all I saw was black.

Don't worry, I didn't die, Hecate made sure of that. I don't know how she did it but somehow, she made it so all killing curses aimed at me had absolutely no affect. Well, she did say that in theory, it wouldn't work on me anyways-just knock me out- but we didn't want to risk it. Instead Hecate did something to the spell so it would only be a green light. So I had to fall down dramatically and pretend to be dead. Fortunately, I was related to Zeus so that wasn't a problem.

What was a problem, was that I fell down next to Harry, just within eye sight so I had to not blink the entire time he was staring at me in disbelief. I waited for the hooded figure to get Harry then relaxed and very slowly, moved my face so I could see clearly what was going on. I couldn't do anything to get Harry out of there until some guy called Voldemort got resurrected so I waited.

All I could really see was the hooded figure tying Harry to some head stone so tightly, that he couldn't move. I managed to hear Harry's astonished exclamation of "You!" before something was stuffed in his mouth. Then he walked out of sight.

The bundle the short figure had been carrying lay at the base of the grave stone Harry was tied to. It was stirring restlessly, as if trying to get out. Then, another movement caught my eye and I saw a massive snake circling the grave. Now I could hear heavy breathing and the figure came back, dragging a huge cauldron to the foot of the grave.

It was full of some sort of liquid I could tell was definitely not water. The bottom burst into flames and the reaction confirmed what I already knew. Water does not give off fiery sparks when heated.

"Hurry," I think that voice came from the bundle at the base of the head stone.

"It is ready, Master," the figure said.

"Now," the voice was cold and slightly high pitched.

The figure unwrapped the robes-I think, if Harry's muffled and disgusted yell was anything to go by. I wasn't able to see anything but a deformed figure of a child before the weird man I could see that looked slightly rat-like moved and put it in the cauldron where I assumed it sunk to the bottom.

Then Rat-guy started talking, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!" Some dust flew out of a grave and into the cauldron.

"Flesh-of the serpent- w-willingly given-you will revive your master," No. please don't tell me he's going to-yep. He did it. He cut off his right hand and it plunked right into the big pot. I hardly felt sorry for the idiot as his screams rent the night air.

"B-blood of the enemy...forcibly taken...you will resurrect your foe," I couldn't see what he did to Harry but I could only guess it was taking some blood. He moved away and saw a new gash on his arm. Why he didn't just go for Harry's already bloody leg, I'll never know. It just seemed like an unnecessary amount of drama to me.

Rat-guy poured Harry's blood into the cauldron then fell down, sobbing as he cradled his newly acquired stump. His job was finished. Nothing happened for a few seconds until the sparks bursting from the cauldron suddenly stopped.

Realizing this was probably the event I've been waiting for, I stopped my absent minded tapping with my fingers and held still. I had to act at the precise moment to bring about the best effects.

"Robe me," that same high, cold voice said from earlier. Then, after that order was brought about, a thin man stepped out of the cauldron, his back to me. From what I could see, his skin was white and he had absolutely no hair on his head. I think what ever ritual Rat-guy had just done literally only gave back Lord Voldemort his bones, flesh and blood. If he wanted hair he should have included that in the potion.

After a few moments of getting reacquainted with his own body, Voldemort turned to Rat-guy. "Hold out your arm," he said lazily.

"Oh, Master...thank you, Master..."

I almost wanted to laugh because there is no way Voldemort was going to help him with his missing hand problem before making sure everything is as it should be in the world.

"The other arm, Wormtail," Voldemort laughed, which erased all my temptation to laugh. Until I realized what Voldemort called him then I had to hold back a laugh because it totally suited him.

"It's back," the white guy said softly, "they will all have noticed it...and now, we shall see...now we shall know..."

I stopped listening because I knew everything from here was going to be him gloating about the fact that he won this time. Too bad I can't kill him now. I would love to wipe that smug look off his pale, noseless face. (Wormtail should have cut off his nose as the 'flesh' part) Unfortunately, he wouldn't have been gone for good then. There was the horrible fact that he put pieces of his soul in different places so he could just come back.

No. Best to make him think he's won.

In the mean time, I moved as silently as I could from my spot on the ground, leaving an illusion of a dead Cedric Diggory on the ground. I crouched behind a nearby head stone, gripping my wand tightly. Taking some deep breaths, I readied myself for what had to happen next.

Getting Harry to the cup so Hecate can transport us to where Cedric was.

However, I waited too long.

The sound of swishing cloaks suddenly brought me out of my thoughts and I knew my job just got a whole lot harder. Scattered everywhere, hooded and masked wizards were Apparating. Slowly moving forward towards Voldemort who was waiting silently. Expectedly, one fell to their knees and kissed the disgusting newly formed creature's feet.

"Master...Master..." he murmured. It almost made me want to vomit when all the other hooded figures followed suit.

Then, if possible, my job was made even harder. They circled the grave where Harry was tied as well as their...master. Now getting to Harry was nearly impossible.

"Welcome, Death Eaters..." I stopped listening again after that, my urge to vomit having grown exponentially.

Sure, Death was good looking but eating him should never be part of anyone's diet.

I tried to focus on the matter at hand, getting Harry out of here. Gazing at the obstacles laid before me, I noticed the Death Eaters left some gaps, as if missing some people. I was glad these gaps were here because it gave me some knowledge as to where the white zombie was as well as where Harry was.

Maybe I could sneak around the back, untie Harry and make a run for it? No, the Death Eaters circled all the way around the back. I was starting to see no way out of this where I would not break out Riptide.

A loud scream of "Crucio!" brought me out of my strategizing. Then loud, pained screams tore through the night air like a jagged knife and I cold have sworn Harry's eyes went to the houses in the distance.

Keep wishing, I thought wryly. The mortals in this area don't care one fig about anyone screaming at night. The most they'll do is run away.

Then Voldemort's attention was on Harry. He told a long winded story of how he got revived and touched Harry on the cheek.

"Untie him, Wormtail and give him back his wand."

Uh, oh. This can't be good.

At least that solves one problem for me. I don't need to get Harry's wand. All I need to grab is the cup. But I can't do that until I get Harry.

One thing I didn't see coming was the Death Eaters closing ranks so the spaces were filled.

I reached into my pocket and gripped Riptide tightly in my hand. There was only one foreseeable way out of here now. The hooded Death Eaters were facing away from me so that made it easier to sneak around.

"You have been taught how to dual, Harry Potter?" Voldemort said with a laughing lint to his voice. "We bow to each other, Harry. Come, the niceties must be observed...Dumbledore would like you to show manners...bow to death, Harry..."

"You are most definitely not Thanatos," I muttered under my breath as the hollowness of the walking bone laughed. "For one, he has hair."

"I said bow," Voldemort said forcefully and I had a sense that he used his magic somehow. "Very good. And now you face me...straight backed and proud...the way your father died..."

"Oh, that was low," I muttered again.

"...and now-we dual."

It was hardly a dual: Harry was screaming. I had a feeling the guy got a kick out of torturing people. I had to tune Harry out as I focused on finding a weak link in the circle of followers. So focused on my task, I almost missed it when Harry yelled the disarming charm I used earlier on the spider.

Hades, that felt like a life time ago.

Some Death Eaters stepped forward as if to help, allowing me to see both dealers in the air, connected to a thread of magic between their wands. Their movement was the opportunity I was waiting for.

Not aiming to kill, I slashed at some still in the way and slipped in. Their memories would be hard to fix. The Polyjuice potion had worn off a long time ago, while Harry was still tied up.

I ignored Harry and Voldy for now as I incapacitated as many Death Eaters as I could. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see ghost figures floating out of Voldemort's wand.

As I knocked out the last Death Eater, one floated up to me. A ghost that looked a lot like Harry.

"Thank you for watching our boy," he said, gesturing to another ghost with long hair, talking to Harry.

It occurred to me that these were James and Lily, Harry's parents. I smiled. "My pleasure," I answered. "He's a bright boy."

James nodded then flew straight at Voldemort. Harry lost the connection, falling down hard on the ground. Before he had much of a chance to recover, I had him on his feet and running to the cup.

We were half way there when Voldemort regained his senses along with a few of his Death Eaters. They shot a few spells at us as they ran. We dodged most of them but I blocked the rest with Riptide.

"Don't worry, Harry, you're okay now," I said as we both grabbed the Tri-wizard Tournament Cup. We vanished in a flash of blinding light, reappearing in a cottage with Cedric Diggory and Lady Hecate.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fell down on a sofa, burring my face in a pile of lavender scented cushions.

"What?" Harry said, looking form me to Hecate then finally seeing Cedric and falling speechless. "But you're-"

"Yes, well, we don't have time for explanations right now, everyone is waiting so, memories in this vial, please Cedric," Lady Hecate held out an empty vial then turned to Harry. "You will need to put your memories of this night into the one Percy gives you then we'll head on back."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Percy?" Hecate said, ignoring the poor boy.

Without a word, I held up the vial holding Harry's memories form the Quidditch Tournament, allowing Hecate to grab it.

"I'm not doing anything unless you tell me what's going on," Harry said.

"It's okay, Harry," Cedric said now, pulling out his own memories. "Trust me."

Reluctantly, Harry did as he was told, putting his memories inside his vial and handing it over to Hecate before promptly passing out.

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"Ah, Percy my boy, you're here," Dumbledore said as I entered his office. "Now we can get straight to business."

"Hello, Professor," I greeted the old man with a nod. "Molly, Arthur, Lady Hecate, Dad."

"I hope everything at the Ministry is settled down?" Hecate said as her greeting.

"Hardly. But I've managed to indirectly convince Fudge to stop attacking his employees just because they believe Dumbledore," I said. "You're safe for now Arthur, although you might want to lay low."

Arthur nodded his thanks as Molly came up to embrace me.

"Oh, Percy, dear, I'm so glad you're alright," she said as she nearly squeezed the life out of me. "You're eating fine? Not getting too much in character? You need your sleep, dear."

My lips twitched in amusement. "I'm fine, Molly. You don't need to worry about me," I reassured her. "I am truly sorry for what I said though, Arthur. I did not mean any of it."

Poseidon looked from me to the Weasleys, utterly confused. "What? What happened?"

Arthur smiled understandingly at me before turning to my dad. "Percy had to really delve into character to make it believable that Percy Weasley does not believe in his family's ideals," he started. "The day the got the promotion, we fought and said some hurtful things to each other." He turned to me now. "Percy, I know you did not mean it. Like I hope you know I did not mean what I said."

I smiled the best I could at him before turning to Lady Hecate, not wanting to revisit horrible memories. "So now Lord Voldemort is alive, people are already going missing," I started, hoping to get this meeting over with. "What's next?"

"Well, Severus has reported that Voldemort has been seeing into Harry's mind," Dumbledore started, taking the hint. "If he sees Harry's thoughts and dreams, we cannot tell him anything of major importance until he can block the Dark Lord out."

"I agree," Lady Hecate said, "and the poor boy deserves some normalcy in his life. Let him have as much innocence as he can in his already messed up life. Until he can block that creature out of his mind, he will have to remain in the dark. I think Occulamency should do the trick."

"Yes," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I will look for a teacher. We cannot have Voldemort thinking the boy and I are very close. That will give him an advantage over him."

I could see where this was going and I already felt the guilt. "Surely he won't be left completely in the dark?" I said now. "Once he has control over his mind, we will tell him everything right?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said immediately. "I just hope he forgives me for keeping this from him."

"You mean us?" Molly spoke up. "He's already been through so much. Is there really no other way?"

"I'm afraid not," Hecate said with an understanding smile. "Though I'm sure we could get Miss Granger looking."

I laughed. "She'd jump on the chance to research something," I said.

"Have we figured out how much the Death Eaters remember from that night?" Poseidon asked now. "Many of them, including Voldemort must have gotten a good look at Percy when they were fighting. How do we keep suspicion off Percy Weasley?"

"Severus mentions stories of a dark figure zooming round, knocking them out," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "Voldemort mentions a dark figure as well. Many of them assume it to be Harry's guardian angel. I assume, you, Lady Hecate, had something to do with this?"

Hecate blushed slightly in the candle light. "I may have asked Hades for a favor," she said sheepishly.

I laughed in relief. "I thought we'd have to hunt them down and erase their memories," I said.

"I'm glad you don't need to," Molly said, leaning over to pull me into another hug.

"What now?" Arthur asked. "How do we get Harry from the Dursleys to Grimmauld Place? What about his hearing?"

"Moody, Lupin, Tonks and a few others will be on to that," Dumbledore said. "They'll pick him up in a few days and transport him over. Arthur, you will take him to the Ministry for his hearing. Percy, you will be there, correct?"

I nodded confidently. "Percy Weasley won't leave the Minister's side," I said as an answer. "An annoying thing about him actually."

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"The most annoying thing about him," I muttered to myself as I followed Fudge into the court room.

"What was that?" Fudge twisted around to look at me, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

"Be ready for notes, alright, Weasley?" Fudge said. "Want to catch everything..."

I groaned silently as the Minister went on about catching Dumbledore in a mistake. I hated notes. Where is Annabeth when you really needed her?

We were waiting more than five minutes until Harry finally arrived.

"The accused being present-finally-let us begin," Fudge said coldly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir," I called back, trying to sound as eager as possible.

The trial went on as expected; Fudge tried accusing Harry of doing magic in front of a muggle when he had every right to in defense, Dumbledore defended Harry quite neatly and Harry got off, free of all charges. There was a minor spat between a toad lady called Dolores Umbridge and Dumbledore but that was resolved...kind of.

Can't say I'm sorry to see her go away for a year. Though I am sad to see her go off to Hogwarts. Even the boy, Malfoy deserved better. I'll just be glad she's gone.

I saw Arthur on the way out. I had to restrain a smile and keep myself from looking at him as I walked by. However, I could tell he was trying not to laugh. Not that I could blame him, Percy Weasley must look slightly amusing with his nose stuck in the air and glasses sliding down his nose.

Wait.

That's me.

We saw older Malfoy just as we got in the hall and Fudge hesitated. "Weasley, why don't you go on ahead?" He finally said. "I'm sure Miss Clearwater would like a chance to catch up."

I felt my face flush as I got in the elevator, mumbling something about unprofessionalism and no time for silly romantics.

Penelope and I have gotten quite close, if I say so myself. Not that I had much of a choice, really. She monopolized all of my free time off work. Except for when I wrote to Molly and Arthur. She was careful not to bother me when I wrote to them, it's like she knew our fight was fake. No clue how she would know though.

"How'd it go?" Speak of the devil. An over energetic blonde bounced up to me the second I stepped off the lift.

"He got off," I murmured so only she could hear.

"That's good, isn't it?" She asked, just as quietly.

"Yeah," I answered. "Fudge is talking to Malfoy again."

"That's not good," she frowned, scrunching her nose up rather cutely. "What are we going to do?"

"My father saw," I answered. "So did Harry."

"They'll tell the Order?"

"Yeah," sometimes I wonder just how much she knows. I think it's time I found out. "Do you-erm-do you want to have lunch with me?"

Her entire face lit up, making me breathe much easier. It was almost worth asking her out just for the look on her face. "Of course, Percy! Would you like me to meet you at your desk?"

"Yes, that would be best," I answered. I wouldn't get away otherwise.

Several hours later, I was following a very excited former Ravenclaw through the halls of the Ministry to the cafeteria.

"Actually," I said, stopping her before going in. "Do you want to go out?"

Again, her face lit up and she threw her arms around me. "I don't mind, Percy, where do you have in mind?"

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Penelope and I were walking around Diagon Ally after lunch at the Leaky Cauldron when we ran into Molly.

"Percy, dear, it is great seeing you again but aren't you suppose to be working?" Molly asked as she hugged me behind a book shelf in Florish and Botts.

"Lunch break," I answered, then blushed. "Penelope dragged me away from work to eat and I suggested we go out."

Next to me, Penelope laughed. "He wouldn't have eatten anyways."

Molly gave me a look. "Percy, now that you don't live with us anymore, you need to start caring for yourself," she scolded. Then she turned to Penelope. "You'll make sure he does?"

"Of course!" Penelope said, laughing.

"Oh, Percy, before I forget, Ron made prefect!" Molly exclaimed happily.

"Ron?" I said in surprise, earning a punch in the arm.

"Percy, be nice!" Penelope said with a laugh.

"But it's-but...Ron?" I sputtered. "What about Hermione or Harry?"

"Not Harry but Hermione does," Molly replied.

"Hmm," I said, shrugging. "Harry's probably caused too much trouble or Dumbledore knew he would be having a lot on his plate already. Especially with what happened this morning."

"Maybe," Molly accepted. "Will we see you for dinner when they go off to school?"

"Yes," I said in affirmative, then, grabbing Penelope's hand, I added, "is it alright if she comes along?"

Molly beamed, her eyes twinkling with a knowing look. "Of course!" She exclaimed happily, turning to said girl. "You are more than welcome my dear!"

The look Molly was giving me was not making me comfortable at all. It was like she saw through my indifference to Penelope's presence. Like she knew somehow that Penelope and I had been going out ever since the end of the school year. I honestly would not be surprised if she did. Molly Weasley is scary like that. One time she knew I hadn't eaten a thing all day and when I got back from work, she'd had a full on feast for me to eat because, "you need to eat something, dear, or that headache will get worse."

I only wished she would keep this to herself and not go blabbing to her husband because that guy has no filter. He'd tell Hecate and then my dad and they'd never leave me alone.

"Oh, and a certain Kelphead Sr. will be there as well," she added with a wink before disappearing into the throng of the crowd. She had resorted to giving my dad nicknames like that whenever in public.

This can't be good, I thought to myself as Penelope looked at me with a confused expression.

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"I have a solution," the strange looking Latino sitting at his seat at the ping-pong table said seriously, looking at the bowl fo chips in the center of the table.

"Thank goodness," a rather young and new head counselor said, turning to the son of Hephaestus.

"It involves fire," he continued before the more experienced head counselors could say anything.

"Absolutely not," that was the head counselor for the Aphrodite cabin, the copper skinned beauty's charm-speak settling the hyperactive fire user.

"Come on, Pipes, Percy would love it!" Leo protested.

"We're trying to get him to trust us, not hate us because we set his hair on fire," Piper said with a sigh as she rubbed her temples.

"Yeah, we already messed that up for him," Travis said, sharing a smirk with his brother, Connor.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that," Jason said but instead of laughing, he just smiled sadly.

"Guys, focus, how are we going to ask him for forgiveness if we do not even know where he is?" Katie, ever the taskmaster, brought them back on topic.

"I think I have a way to do that," a voice came from a quiet corner.

"Lou Ellen?" Rachel said, confused. "How?"

"My mom has been sending me dreams," was all Lou Ellen said to explain.

"Hecate?" Travis questioned with a frown. "What has she got to do with where Percy is?" Katie elbowed him non too gently with a pointed glare. "What?" He defended with raised hands.

"Everything," Lou Ellen said as an answer. "My mother knows exactly where he is."

"Great, where is the punk?" Clarisse said rather insensitively.

"I don't know, she won't tell me," Lou Ellen shook her head exasperatedly.

"Back to square one," Malcom said thoughtfully. Ever since the demigods suddenly remembered Percy again and Annabeth had been revealed to have always known and not done anything about it, Malcom has been the head counselor for the Athena cabin. The boy, Robert, had been cast out as an outcast along with her.

No one knew the reason for the camper's forgetfulness or why Annabeth and Robert were not affected. They did know that it was a supernatural power that caused them to. However, they also knew that it was just as much their fault as well as this supernatural power somehow. Poor Grover was beside himself when he realized Percy had repressed his empathy link. Any form of communications that way would be fruitless.

They knew gaining the god's-let alone Percy's- forgiveness would be difficult. Which is why that right after they took care of Annabeth and Robert, they got right to it. While they had no idea how to go about it, they wasted no time thinking of ways to get both the gods and Percy to forgive them. Almost all demigods were focused on thinking up ideas and the rest were looking for him.

"Not quite," a new voice said from the doorway.

"Dad?" Jason and Nico said in disbelief.

"Mom?" Lou Ellen said almost immediately after Jason and Nico.

Zeus, Hades, Hecate and Poseidon came walking into the already crowded meeting room. Followed swiftly by Thalia.

"What are you guys doing here?" Rachel demanded as she nervously tapped a blue plastic hairbrush against her leg.

"Helping," Poseidon said with a smile.

All present children of the Big 3 looked skeptically at Zeus and Hades. Poseidon, they knew to actually be helpful but the gods of the sky and the underworld? Not so much.

Seeing these looks, Zeus made a small noise with his tongue. "We help," he defended weakly.

"No you do not, Dad, face it," Thalia said bluntly, leaning against a wall.

"Well, we are helping now," hades said to the disbelieving look of his only son. "We are!"

"So are you going to tell us where Percy is?" Lou Ellen asked, turning to her mother.

"Yes," it was Poseidon who answered, surprisingly. "Though finding him will not be the hardest task."

"He is not the same Percy you once knew," Hecate said with a twitch of her lips.

This caused Poseidon to snort, bringing up a hand to hide a smile.

"What? Why?" Thalia demanded. "Do you know where he is, Uncle Poseidon?"

Poseidon tried-he really did-to keep the fact that he knew the location fo his son a secret. However, he was a softy for endearment terms, such as what Thalia called him not two seconds prior to his nod.

"What? Why didn't you say so?" Zeus asked. "We could have avoided almost a year of panic after he disappeared if you had just told us!"

Poseidon shrugged. "It was funny seeing you all run around like headless chickens," he said seriously.

Hades rolled his eyes to the ceiling as Zeus glared half heartedly at his brother.

"So what now?" Leo asked, looking up from what ever was in his hands. "When are you going to tell us where he is?"

"Percy Jackson is in hiding," Poseidon started. "You will have some searching ahead of you."

"You said that," Clarisse growled impatiently. "Now where is he?"

"Clarisse!" Chris scolded gently, sending a concerned look Zeus' way.

"Percy Jackson is in England," Hecate said before anyone else could say anything.

"What the Hades is he doing in England?" Will demanded.

"Will!" Nico said the same time as Hades. "We talked about this!"

"Right, sorry," Will said, a smile fighting its way through. "What the Hades is he doing in England, Lady Hecate?"