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Percy POV

After an owl to Professor McGonagall, and a lot of talking later, the trio had decided to take me to Hogwarts.

I kept  attempting to chime in suggestions, but quickly got shut down or ignored each time. Dudley had gone back upstairs in a fearful state, mumbling idly about magical freaks. I tapped my foot impatiently, and twiddled my pen between my fingers. I sighed loudly, trying to catch the wizard's attention. When that didn't work, I groaned aloud.

"I'm bored." I complained. "Are we going or not?" Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Yes we are." She answered, not even taking the time to look at me. "Grab my arm."

"Uh, how will that help?"

"McGonagall agreed to make an exception and let us apparate into Hogwarts." Ron answered. I had no clue what apparating was, but it didn't sound like much fun.

"Grab onto my arm," Harry demanded, holding his forearm out to me. I noticed how he tensed up at my grip, and winced. I also noticed how Hermione and Ron's wands were still pointed at me. After all I had done to gain their trust, this is how it turned out.

I finally relented, and hesitantly grasped onto my cousin's wrist, wincing at the surprisingly cold skin under my fingers. Harry closes his eyes, scrunching his eyebrows in concentration. Suddenly the world twisted and turned, and I felt slightly nauseous as my surroundings cleared.

The trio, however, didn't look even the least bit dazed. I shook my head to clear the dizziness, and scanned my surroundings. I found myself standing in the middle of the headmaster's office. I blinked three times. 

"Wow." I said, breaking through the silence. "That was cool." I saw McGonagall raise a skeptical eyebrow as she stared me up and down. She stood up, adjusting her green hat. "Hi." I greeted sheepishly, shuffling my feet. "Long time no see?"

"We'll see about that." She responded. The professor pulled her wand out from her cloak, and put it to my head. "You must be willing to let me take the memories." She said. I nodded. Suddenly a silvery strand emerged from my head, and latched itself onto the wand. McGonagall walked over to a closet thing, and it opened, revealing a bowl that had blue liquid spiraling around inside. My eyes follow the silvery thread as it drifted into the bowl. My eyes widened.

"So that'll show you guys my memories of you?"

"If there are indeed memories, then yes." She beckoned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who came over to the pensieve, and stuck their heads inside. I scratched the back of my head, nervous under the watchful eye of McGonagall. 

"So....London these days.... Nothing but a tourist trap, am I right?" I laughed anxiously, but immediately shut up as I saw the death glare she shot at me. 

Alrighty then.

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After a few very awkward minutes of silence and fidgeting, the trio pulled their heads from the bowl with pale faces and flushed cheeks. 

"So........?" I let my voice trail off as Hermione stared at me, as if trying to solve a really hard jigsaw puzzle. "Find anything?"

"Yes, actually. It looked like you really were there." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"See? I told y-"

"Are you really a demigod?" Ron cut in, stepping forward.

I grinned, and bowed mockingly. "At your service."

"I'm not sure I believe you." Harry interrupted.

"Huh? You just saw it with your own eyes!"

"Slughorn was able to modify his memories." He threw his arms up into the air in exasperation. "How do I know that you didn't?"

"Look, Harry, I know you've had a tough year. But you need to trust me." I was desperate at this point, and I could hear it seeping into my tone. "Mnemosyne is rising, and I need your help- all the wizards and witch's help! She-" I was suddenly forced to the ground by a blinding pain exploding in my head. My vision tilted, and I felt the cold ground under me. My head was clutched in my hands, and black spots danced in my eyes. I could feel my consciousness wavering, and my mind being pulled away from my body. 

I started to see deceased figures appearing around the room, the memory forming. I gathered all my energy, and stood up, forcing myself back to reality.

"She already started."I groaned, leaning against the desk. "Using memories to her advantage. She won't stop until she gets her way."

"Assuming we believe you-- and I'm not saying that I do-- what could we do to help?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

I managed to crack a pained smile. "Well...."

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Sorry for the slow update and not so good chapter...

Its the end of the year, and I have SO MANY FREAKING FINALS I JUST WANT TO CRAWL INTO A HOLE WITH A WILD BEAR (inside joke)

WHy

Stay cool demigods, 

- Shark