Previously:
"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?"

"Miss Clearwater-"

"Percy, I've told you this, it's Penelope," the blonde witch interrupted.

"Penelope, I need to tell you some things before the dinner at my mum's tonight," I said, barely restraining myself from laughing. At this point, I call her Miss Clearwater just to annoy her. "Some things about my family and me."

"What is it Percy?" Penelope asked, bringing her cup to her mouth. We were sitting at my kitchen counter, finishing the breakfast she brought over. Penelope took the task given to her by Molly extremely seriously.

"Please understand that this isn't easy for me and I have felt horrible keeping this from you as long as I have," I started, looking at her in the eyes. When she nodded, I continued, "Molly and Arthur aren't my real parents, my last name isn't even Weasley."

Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that. She almost spat her tea back out. "What?"

"My name is Percy Jackson," I told her, looking worriedly into her eyes. This wasn't even the worst bit, how would she react to the real reason I was in the wizarding world or how long I've really been here? "I am from New York in America. I came here to start a new life about a year ago. Molly and Arther were kind enough to let me stay with them."

"A year ago?" Penelope shakily asked. "Does that mean..." her hands reached up to her lips and unfortunately, I knew what that meant.

"Memory-Percy kissed you, didn't he?" I groaned, putting my head in my hands. "Hecate, what in the world were you thinking?"

"Hecate?" Penelope said, distracted. Lady Magic was one of her passions and it always amused me watching her talk about her.

"She gave everyone fake memories of me so I could start living here without any questions," I explained. "She made it seem like I was always here."

"You know Lady Hecate?" Penelope said, now excited. Then she looked mortified. "She made me have a memory of kissing you?"

"Why is that such a bad thing?" I protested, suddenly defensive.

"Because it wasn't real!" She nearly shouted, making me wince. She was getting really distressed.

"Right," I muttered. "She probably had some help from Aphrodite with that, she likes to mess with my love life."

"Aphrodite?" Penelope repeated in a small voice.

"The goddess of love and beauty," I said bitterly. Though no one could compare to you. Even Annabeth.

Whoah, where did that come from? I've never thought that way about anyone.

"I know that but how do you know all these goddesses?" She now inquired.

I hesitated, unsure where to start with her. When I realized that as a Ravenclaw, she would probably want the facts up front. Mentally shrugging, I decided to continue as I have been. Getting straight to the point.

"Because I am a demigod," I told her as quick as I could. "Son of Poseidon."

I'm surprised she did not faint earlier when we were talking about Hecate. As it was, I was just able to catch her before she fell off the stool.

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"Percy! You're just in time, your father hasn't arrived yet," Molly said as she hustled me in. "Where's Miss Clearwater?"

"She'll be here in a few minutes, has Hecate arrived yet?" I said, deadpanned.

"Yes, she's in the living-Percy, what are you doing?" I had strode purposefully right up to Hecate and snatched the Witch's Weekly magazine out of her hands.

"Why did you do that to her?" I demanded, ignoring both Molly and Arther. "You know what it did to Jason and Piper."

"Percy?" Molly's voice hadn't lost its firmness but now there was a questioning tone added into it.

"You needed to move on from her and I thought Miss Clearwater would be able to help you do that," Hecate said calmly.

I mentally snorted, because having a smart blonde replace another traitorous smart blonde was such a great idea...

Sure it worked, but that's not the point.

"You made Memory-Percy kiss her," I said flatly.

Molly gasped in outrage. "Hecate, you don't play with people's feelings like that!" She scolded.

"Aphrodite did it," Hecate protested.

"Did you see how Piper suffered because of it?" I almost roared. "She didn't know if her feelings for him were even real!"

"What about Penelope?" Hecate asked quietly.

"She hasn't spoken to me since I told her everything except to say she'd be here," I said quieter now.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Hecate stood to lay a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I know how you felt about her."

I shrugged it off, leaving to the room. "Apologize to Penelope," I snapped.

Shoving past my father as he walked in with someone on his arm, I stormed outside. Too angry to focus on anything but getting outside to vent my anger.

"Percy?" My dad called after me.

"Not now, Dad," I growled, stomping to my usual sparing area.

About twenty minutes later, the grass that had re-grown since I left was flooded and drowning. It was soaked mostly for the reason that I found out that it felt good to be covered in water. Sighing as I sloshed back to the house, I prepared myself to confront Penelope, who must have arrived already. Or not, that is if she was still ignoring me.

I opened the door and sloshed in, taking care not the let any water drip on the floor. My sneakers were squeaking, drawing all the attention from the living room to me.

"Percy, dry off," my dad told me as I sat down.

"No," I said with no heat.

Dad sighed, leaned over and tapped me on my shoulder. The water evaporated in a steamy hiss, making the air humid before going back to normal.

"Wow," a familiar female voice said. My head snapped up to see a blonde Ravenclaw staring in awe at me, now dry.

She looked just as beautiful as she did this morning. More so since her brow wasn't drawn together in worry, instead her eyes were lit up with excitement.

"That was awesome," she said. "What do you do when you do that? Is it wand-less magic or are you forcing the molecular structure to change forms? Like Transfiguration?"

Poseidon looked lost. "Erm, part of my...godly powers...I guess? I don't know, really but Athena might," he said slowly.

"A true Ravenclaw," I commented. Then frowned. "Does it always have to be the smart ones?" I muttered to myself almost bitterly.

"Percy?" Penelope seemed to have gotten over what ever geek freak out she went through a few seconds ago. "I'm sorry about earlier, it was a lot to take in and I needed time to wrap my mind around it all. I knew you were in the Order-secretly and I knew your fight with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley was faked but I wasn't expecting this." She pointed to my father, now across the room, playing with the water in his cup for the entertainment of Molly and Arther.

"That my dad is a Greek god?" I said for her. I nodded in understanding. "I know what you mean, I had a hard time getting used to it when I found out as well."

"Not that," she was laughing now. "The fact that your dad looks nothing like you. Is he using a glamour or are you?"

"I am," I said in relieved laughter. I snapped my fingers, concentrating on my normal appearance. My red hair changed back to my black, the grey streak from when I was 14 no longer there and my lighter skin with freckles darkening to my usual tan. The color of my eyes changed as well, though I couldn't see them. They were one of my most distinguishable features. It was why I had to change them to brown. "This is how I would normally look, if some people I know hadn't permanently dyed my hair red. I still haven't figured out how to fix it."

"Your eyes are beautiful," she whispered as she reached her hand out to cup my cheek.

"Percy, put that glamour back on!" Poseidon suddenly said, startling everyone in the room. Penelope snatched her hand away. "Don't do that again if you can help it either!"

The urgency in his voice galavanted me to obey. "Why?" I inquired after I had out the glamour back on.

Now Poseidon was nervous and something in his eyes made Hecate start to panic. "No, don't you dare, Barnacle Beard, he's been mad enough today, this will send him over the edge!"

"We have to warn him and if we don't do it soon, he'll be even more mad! Besides, we can't make it easy for them, they have to work for it." Poseidon countered. When Hecate only sighed and moved to the other end of the room, he continued. "Percy, the campers are coming to look for you and we told them we'd help them."

"That was because you can't keep a secret!" Hecate accused, pointing a finger at him. "You told Thalia you know where he was!"

"And you told Lou Ellen!" Poseidon retorted.

"That's different!" Hecate shouted.

"How?"

Poseidon and Hecate were now having a shouting match, entertaining me enough to not blow up, I only looked on with a crooked smile on my face. Penelope and I shared a look and rolled our eyes at the same time.

"Dad!" I screamed, effectively gaining both deity's attention. "Now that you've stopped yelling at each other, I'd like to ask some questions."

My dad and Hecate slowly, warily, sat back down from their raised positions.

"When did this happen?" I asked calmly, no doubt freaking them out.

"The other day," Hecate answered. "The cabin leaders were having a meeting in the Big House to figure out how to find you and ask for forgiveness."

"Why are they asking now?" I said. "They've forgotten me for nearly a year."

"They've remembered," Poseidon answered now.

"How did they all forget?" Penelope asked.

"No one knows," Hecate replied. "Athena and I are working on that."

"They didn't all forget about me," I said bitterly. I looked down at my hands in my lap. "Annabeth remembered the whole time."

"Athena feels horrible about that," Poseidon whispered as Penelope gripped my hand tightly. I sent a small smile their way before moving on.

"Who is coming?" I asked, shaking off the self-loathing I felt coming on.

"The Stolls-"

"Hecate, you better not let them come, they'd find a way to meet Fred and George and then we'd be in trouble," I interrupted.

"They threatened me with my hair," she protested. "They figured out Hermes' secret!"

I huffed. I wouldn't be surprised if he told them. "We're doomed."

"The entire Seven except for Annabeth, the others wouldn't let her come," Poseidon said with a smile. "Thalia, Nico and Grover."

"That's it?" I said, surprised slightly. Going off the Stoll's threat, I would have expected the entire Hermes cabin.

"Did I mention the entire camp plus a few from Camp Jupiter?" Poseidon asked.

"All of them?" I said in astonishment.

"Everyone who knew you," Hecate said calmly.

"Where are they staying? Does this mean the majority of the Hermes cabin?" I said, starting to panic. I did not want to go back to that life yet, I loved this world. Despite the fact that Percy Weasley seems to ruin it at every opportunity.

"They'll be at Hogwarts," Hecate said.

I breathed a little easier. I'll be at the Ministry and they'll be at Hogwarts. They won't even see me unless I go there or they come to the office. We'll be far enough away to keep my secret intact.

What could go wrong?

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"Oops," I muttered, as I watched my owl, Hermes, fly off. That won't help any.

"What'd you do this time?" Penelope asked from her desk.

"You know that letter we wrote where we 'praised' Umbridge and bad mouthed Mr Potter?" I said warily.

"Yeah," Penelope said slowly, giving me a long suffering look.

I pointed after my fast disappearing messenger. "I sent it," I finished.

"Percy!" Penelope shot our of her seat and moved to the window next to me. "Well, you're going to have to apologize later."

"I wonder how they'll react," I mused.

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The school year started out much more crazily than normal, Harry thought. Well, he looked over at the extra table at the other end of the hall, at least it wasn't any of his doing. The sorting the night before was event upon event of stranger and stranger things. It started when the second, even larger, group of students (not exactly first year size) coming in through the doors.

This group took even longer to sort and poor Ron was moaning in pain, holding his stomach.

Several names were called up first, obviously going out of alphabetical order. Something that Harry could see bothered Hermione greatly.

"Grace, Jason!" Called out McGonagall. A tall, blond boy strode confidently to the front.

The hat stayed silent for nearly a full two minutes before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Grace, Thalia!"

The sister, Harry assumed, looked down right thunderous as she stormed over to the hat. She glared so fiercely at McGonagall, Harry thought lightning would come out of her eyes.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat had no problems sorting her.

"Di Angelo, Nico!"

Harry had to look twice at the short boy walking up to the stand. He looked more like a shadow than a real person.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Somehow, Harry wasn't surprised at this. He was surprised when no one of the aforementioned students went to sit with their house. Instead, going to the empty table at the far end of the room.

"Levesque, Hazel!"

A dark skinned girl with such intense gold eyes, Harry saw them from across the room, walked up to the hat and sat down. The hat took its time. Seeming to debate on two different houses until it finally settled on-

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The girl, Hazel, let out a small smile and jumped from the stool and bounced to the table to sit next to the shadow boy from before.

"McLean, Piper!"

For some reason, Hermione perked up at this name, muttering something about the movies. She was disappointed when the hat called out-

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Waste, that is," Harry's bushy haired friend muttered. "They don't have any idea who her father could possibly be."

"Zhang, Frank!"

A very large Asian boy nervously walked up and sat down.

"GRYFFINDOR!" He made his way to the seat next to Hazel.

"Valdez, Leo!"

An impish looking Latino energetically made his way to the hat. His hands didn't stop moving, even when the hat didn't say anything for a while.

"RAVENCLAW!"

A smirk appeared on the imp's face as several of the people he came with uttered whispered sounds of astonishment.

"Underwood, Grover!"

A freckled kid with red hair nervously went up.

"You sure you don't have anymore brothers, mate?" Harry whispered to his momentarily startled friend.

"HUFFELPUFF!"

Ron sputtered and Harry, Fred and George (who heard the comment) burst into laughter.

"La Rue, Clarisse!"

If Harry thought that Frank boy was big, he had some troubles coming up with a polite term for this girl. She had stringy, brown hair and wore a red bandana.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat barely touched the top of the girl's head when it yelled out it's decision.

"Stoll, Travis!"

This boy had a look on his face that reminded Harry too much of Fred and George for his tastes.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Harry let out a sight of relief he didn't know he was holding.

"Stoll, Connor!"

It seemed he relaxed a second too soon. This boy looked exactly like the first, though a little younger.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

There was the dread he knew he was missing. They were doomed if the looks on the Weasley twin's faces had anything to say about it.

The rest of the sorting of the large group went on normally, alphabetically and everything. By the end of it, Harry stared at the group in awe. This just seemed an unnecessary amount of visitors. There were kids of all ages from eleven to seventeen or eighteen. Why were they even sorted if it was just for the year like Dumbledore just said? This poor plot hole seemed to be over used.

It didn't stop there, after the sorting, Hagrid still hadn't shown up and that Grubbly-Plank woman was was still there. After the feast, the Umbridge toad did this whole spiel that Harry barely understood or bothered to listen to. Hermione told them it meant that the Ministry is meddling with Hogwarts, so that was bad.

Honestly, can't he just have one year where everything went normally?

Heading off to bed was different all together. Ron took the first years ("midgets") while Hermione headed to the new table to gather the new Gryffindors there. Apparently there was a new room that was extended enough to house them all.

The first week went by fine, except for detentions with Umbridge. Harry wasn't wrong in his instinct about that Stoll kid. But somehow, his brother was in on everything too. The three of them plus Lee Jordan were having a blast.

He, Ron and Hermione made relatively good friends with Jason and Frank. The Clarisse girl and her 'siblings' (so they called them but they all looked nothing alike) scared everyone, especially Neville too much to talk to. Piper McLean was also there a lot and despite her being in Slytherin, was really nice. The four actually in the house of Gryffindor were in the common room when an owl flew up to Ron in the window.

"Isn't that Hermes?" Hermione said, sounding amazed.

"What?" Connor said, his head coming up so fast, Harry thought he'd get whiplash.

"Blimey, it is!" Ron threw down his quill and got to his feet. "What's Percy writing to me for?"

Connor, who relaxed upon seeing it was just an owl, nearly fell out of his seat. Poor Frank actually did.

"What?" Jason and Clarisse said in surprise. They both dashed over to Ron, looking over his shoulder at the letter. Which freaked Ron out a bit, seeing as Clarisse nearly growled the word.

"My older brother," Ron explained nervously, keeping an eye on the rather large girl. "He's a Ministry stuck up" he stared at the letter in growing amazement. "That's definitely Percy's handwriting," he continued. "What d'you reckon?"

"Open it!" Hermione and Connor said eagerly. They shared strange looks.

Harry and the others only nodded in agreement.

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Jason and Clarisse stood very still, reading over Ron's shoulder as the red haired boy, Ron, became angrier and angrier with each line, his hands shaking.

Jason couldn't say he wasn't angry either. He'd only known Harry Potter for a week and he knew this was utter Minotaur dung.

Phrases like, "You do not want to be tarred with the same brush as Potter" and "...Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman..." and "I do hope, Ron, that you will not allow family ties to blind you to the misguided nature of our parents' beliefs and actions..." led Jason to believe one thing.

He and Clarisse looked at each other as Ron tossed the letter to Harry. "That's not our Percy," Jason whispered to her out of earshot of the red head and his friends.

Clarisse shook her head. "One thing I know about Prissy is that he sticks to family, even if his family doesn't stick to him," she said solemnly.

"I agree," Frank said, coming up to them. "I wonder if Hazel and the others have had any luck. We did think that Hufflepuff was the most likely place for him to get placed."

"You lot aren't thinking of believing all that rubbish, are you?" Ron called to them.

Jason looked over to see Harry tense up, as if expecting rejection.  "No," he said seriously. "We were discussing how different your brother is to someone we knew a while back," he answered to see Harry's shoulders relax. "Same name but completely different percy-nality."

"Dude," Connor said, looking at him in horror. "That's the tenth time you've made that pun this week."

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Hazel, Travis, Thalia and Grover were having no such luck. Albeit, they knew Percy would have loved the fact that the Hufflepuff common room was right by the kitchens.

From what Hazel has gathered, the Hufflepuffs had almost lost someone the year before. She dearly hoped it wasn't Percy. Then, upon hearing it was a guy named Cedric Diggory, she felt relieved. Then she felt so horrible for feeling that way, she went up to Thalia and hugged her.

The hunters just stood there, unsure what to do until Grover sniggered and she sent a minor electric shock his way. The smell of burning goat was not a pleasant smell and was difficult to get rid of.

Travis had a hard time understanding how a house full of loyal, kind-hearted, trustworthy goofballs could not have one blasted Percy Jackson. An easy find. Was that too much to ask?

After some guy named Ernie or something was a little too forward with a certain daughter of Zeus, Travis was reminded that no, it coudn't possibly be easy and of course not, why in the Fate's names, would the gods make this at all easy? The poor kid was generating so much electricity, he had to be sent to the infirmary.

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Leo was having a blast. The kids here actually knew some machinery! Add some magic, some celestial bronze and even some imperial gold and his first demigod phone was up and running.

Now he could call Percy without a drachma!

Wait.

Styx, he still needed a number to call him.

Oh, well. Back to the drawing board.

Maybe he could change the curtains to a warmer color. Or get some ideas from that Luna girl. She seemed to know what she was talking about with those Nargles.

He could finally put a name that fit to them! Also, he was glad he wasn't the only one to see them.

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"No, Piper, Percy is not in the boy's dormitories," Nico said, dead panned for the 10,000th time. "Yes, I'm sure. No, I'm not going to check again. Why don't you?"

Piper stopped talking momentarily to check around them. "That Malfoy boy creeps me out," she whispered.

"And that Parkinson girl creeps me out," Nico whispered back. "We're even."

They said nothing more for the rest of the night.

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On Harry's last day of detention, Frank sensed something off about Harry when he got back to the common room.

"Jason," he whispered as Ron and the rest of the team celebrated Ron's placement on the Quidditch team. "Does something seem...fishy to you about Harry?"

Jason looked from Frank to Harry, who was talking with Hermione. He seemed normal to Jason.

"Other than the fact that he looks like a slightly younger Percy with glasses and green eyes, no," Jason said, patting his friend on the back. "But then we've only known him for a week or so."

"No, something's off," Frank insisted. He made to follow Harry and Hermione, who started towards their dorms.

Jason hesitated for only a second then went after his friend.

"Harry, wait, can I talk to you?" Hermione had already headed off to her bed and Harry was almost to his. Frank caught him just in time.

"Yeah," Harry said tiredly, turning back to them.

"How was detention with Umbridge?" Frank started, unsure how to ask Harry what was off.

Turns out, he hit it right on the nose. Harry's back straitened and he looked a little more alert at the question.

"Fine," he answered curtly.

Jason looked at Frank. He must have realized what Frank had as well. "A regular battle, eh?" Jason laughed now.

"I see you seem to have come out unscathed," Frank said, eyeing the dark haired boy.

Jason caught Harry's hiding hand. "On the contrary," he said, holding up the bleeding hand. "He came out with a sore battle wound."

The words, I must not tell lies clearly stood out against Harry's pale skin.

Frank hissed. "A very grievous wound indeed," he said, unsure where the formal old talk was coming from.

"You guys are acting like he lost a limb," Clarisse said from a few feet away.

"Might as well have," Jason said. "Umbridge marked him."

"Let me see," she came up to them and snatched Harry's hand from Jason's hand. "Rude," she almost growled, making Harry shift feet. "Everyone knows he's telling the truth, they're just trying to convince themselves it's not."

"Can I go to bed now?" Harry tried to sound annoyed but he seemed relieved about something.

"Frank, you need to go tell Hazel," Clarisse said, giving him a look. "We can get this toad lady out of here. This is illegal. Highly illegal."

Before Harry could protest, Frank was already out the door.

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"Weasley!" If I weren't so used to the Minister's sudden appearances, I would have called out of my seat. "You and I are going to Hogwarts, get what you need."

"What?" I nearly spilled my ink. "Why?"

"Got a message from Lady Magic," he said. Now I could see him rushing around, grabbing random things and patting his pockets. "She was more than a little angry."

Now I was worried. What did Umbridge do? (Because no one else at Hogwarts could have made Hecate so angry). Also, where is my hoodie when you really need it?

I grabbed my glasses to enable me to read english easier and my paper work on my desk. Time to look as much like Percy Weasley as possible and less like Percy Jackson.

We used the floo directly to the Headmaster's office. I arrived right after the Minister and Kingsley and entered to see several people crowding the room. Among those being my brother, Ron, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Umbridge, Dumbledore and several familiar demigods.

Harry, Clarisse and Piper were glaring fiercely at Umbridge. The Stolls, Leo and Jason all guarded the door while Frank, Grover, Nico and Thalia guarded the fireplace. Hazel, Ron and Hermione were looking around uncertainly.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Fudge asked, nervously glancing from Dumbledore, looking on amused from his desk and Umbridge trying her best to avoid looking too outraged.

"It seems, Minister, that the students have found something rather untoward with your professor," Dumbledore said.

"What happened?" Fudge asked, looking from Harry to Umbridge to Dumbledore and back.

"Minister, I assure you this was all a misunderstanding..." she trailed off as Dumbledore gave me a pointed look then subtly gestured to something on his desk.

In the middle of the desk sat a long black quill, innocently laying on a piece of parchment. My jaw dropped. Right next to that one was an entire box of the same exact quill. The only well of ink in sight was the one with Dumbledore's quills.

I started forward, dropping my papers on the desk. I picked up the quill, inspecting it. The quill looked like the exact one I'm thinking of but no way would she risk that. Right?

Just to check, I put the quill to the parchment and wrote I am Percy Weasley.

Sure enough, my other hand stung and the words cut into my hand before the cuts healed over. Now only red lines were left. I dropped the quill like it was a hot iron and looked at Umbridge in horror.

"What is it Weasley?" Fudge said and I just noticed that I had an audience. Umbridge stopped trying whatever it was she was trying and every eye was on me.

"Minister," I began, pushing through my horror and tried bringing my snobbish attitude back, "this is, without a doubt, a blood quill."

"Which is highly illegal," Hermione interjected. "You can get sent to-"

"-Azkaban," I finished, now recovered from my shock.

"Dolores, why would you do this?" Fudge asked. I know what he was really asking. He was really asking why she got caught.

"It's worse because she used them on -" Hermione started again.

"-a student," I finished. "Minister, I must insist she be arrested immediately. She could have used it on my family. Kingsley?"

Umbridge started arguing despite the taller Frank and Clarisse and Kingsley holding her down. "Who will teach the children?" She shouted.

I didn't think, I just wanted her away from my family. "I will."