Percy' PoV

I wake up the next day after a restless night.

A feeling of guilt grips me.
I shouldn't have reacted like that yesterday, but it was stronger than I was.

The mask hiding the sadness and despair on my face is fragile, and I crack at every mention of Annabeth.

Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I think back on everything that happened in the labyrinth and then in Tartarus.

The scene of Annabeth's death is replayed in my head every night, so that I wake up in panic and tears.

I look in the direction of Harry and Ron's beds but they are empty.
I decide to wait a few minutes before getting out of bed.

I dry my tears and put a smile on my face, trying to think about something else.

I get ready and then I get out of the room and go down the stairs to join the others for breakfast.

Morale seems to be high, everyone is laughing and making predictions about the day ahead.

That's when Arthur sees me.
"Good morning Percy. Sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you."
I'm walking towards Molly.

"Molly, I'm really sorry about yesterday...-"

But she raises her hand, interrupting my apology.
"Don't worry about it! We understand that you are upset. We just want you to know that if you need to talk, you can come to us. You are family now! "
And she hugs me, sealing this discussion.

"Good! You want a pancake?" She asks me, dragging me to the table.

After lunch, we go upstairs to prepare our things because the departure is soon.

As I was packing with Harry Ron and Hermione, a majestic owl comes in through the window and drops a letter in my lap.

"What is it?" Ask Harry.

I open it and start reading it out loud.

Percy,
Given your particular situation,
I propose to accompany you in your purchases of material necessary for the arpenticesiph...-

-Apprenticeship, Hermione corrects me.

-Yes, thank you.
Damn Dyslexia.

I resume reading.

...apprenticeship of the magic.
I'll come and get you after the world cup,
Have fun,

Dumbledore

They all look at me in amazement.
"What?" I ask.

"Dumbledore himself will accompany you shopping! It's unbelievable!" Ron tells me.

"Maybe it is. What kind of material is it?"

"Anything you can use to use your magical potential. Cauldrons, books, feathers..."Hermione tells me.

"And your magic wand.",Said Harry.

"I'm going to have a wand? For real?" I'm asking all excited.

I see myself with a hat and a long dress holding a piece of wood and shouting « abracadabra! »

Harry and Ron laugh at my childish enthusiasm, and Hermione smiles.
Maybe she's human after all.

"Let's finish packing.",Hermione tells us.

"Is everyone ready? Then let's get going!"
Arthur Weasley takes the lead, starting to walk with a quick step.

"Where are we going?" Ask George.

"To our mode of transportation to the World Cup."

"I thought we were going by the floo powder," says Fred.

"No. Now let's get moving, we shouldn't miss the time," Arthur said, looking at his watch.

Our little troop is going up a hill.
There are Fred, George, Ginny, Arthur, Ron, Harry, Hermione and myself.

"Here we are. Ah they are already there!"
Arthur rushes to say hello to two people standing at the top of the hill.

"Children, I introduce you to Amos Diggory and his son Cedric."

We all say hello and then we join Arthur and Amos who are standing in front of an old boot.

"Here is our means of transport. Everyone touches the boot! It is soon the hour."

We look at Arthur without understanding.
"It is a Portkey, explains the latter. He takes us to our destination."

I look at him perplexed.
"Uh... A boot is our means of transportation."

"Yes. An ordinary aspect so that the Muggle are not tempted to play with it. Now everyone touching this boot !"

Everyone stands in a circle around the boot, touching it with their fingertips.

Arthur starts a countdown.
"3,2..."

He raises his head.
"Harry! Touch the boot!"

The boot starts to shake and then I feel like a hook is grabbing me and pulling me forward.

My finger is as if stuck to the boot, and we are sucked into a whirlwind of colors in a dizzying whistle.

When my body touches the ground, my finger has dropped the boot, located a few meters away, a distance due to my many rolls on landing.

I turn to the others, who are in the same state as me, except for Arthur and Amos, who are talking to a person in front of a gate.

Amos and Cedric are heading inside.

Arthur comes back towards us.
"How are you ? Not too shaken up? Basil has just shown us our tent site."

"Hurry up," intervenes the man named Basil. "Another portkey will not be long in coming."

So we set off between the tents.

"Ah, it's this one."
Arthur enters a tiny tent, followed by the twins, Ron, Ginny and Hermione.

I look at Harry.
"Uh, are we all going in?"

He shrugs his shoulders and opens the tent.
"I love magic."

And he comes in.

I open the tent and this tiny tent outside... is huge.
It reminds me of the hotel room at the lotus Hotel and casino, where we were stuck with Grover and Annabeth.

No, stop thinking about it. The memories are all in the past. We have to move forward.

I go into the tent.
The twins were fighting over who would sleep upstairs.

I put my things on a bed next to Harry's when someone comes into the tent.

"Arthur! How are you?"

"Very well thank you! Children, this is Ludo Bagman. It is thanks to him that we can be here today!"

"It's nothing, let's see! I am the director of the magic games department! Some places are not very complicated to find when you know who to ask, right?"

He turns to the twins.
"I heard that you are gamblers. Would you like to make a bet?"

Arthur objected and they entered into a discussion.

"Come on, let's get some water." Said Harry.

Ron, Hermione, Harry and I are heading to a fountain to fetch water.

On the way, we meet some of their acquaintances, with whom they have mini-debates.

When we get to the fountain, we fill barrels with water.

Ron and Harry leave first for the way back, their barrels full first.

Hermione avoids my gaze.

"I'm not your enemy," I tell her.

"Maybe not, but you're hiding something. I'm sure I am right."

With these words, she leaves in the direction of the tent.

I join them and we wash our hands before going to the table.

After eating, outside the tent, the excitement of the fans can be heard, and we head towards the field.

Harry explained the rules to me in full, and I can't wait to see this sport.
We go up to the grandstand and take our assigned seats.

"Oh, not him..." I hear Harry grumbling.

"Potter and the Weasleys here," said a smug voice.

I turn in the direction of the voice and see a young man Harry's age with what must have been his mother and father.

"Drago, come on, don't be unpleasant. They certainly had to sell everything they had to get those tickets. We were invited by the Minister himself, but not everyone was," said the father.

He had very long, straight blond hair and he was holding a cane.

Then he turned to Arthur.
"Arthur," he greets him in a haughty manner.
"I dare to hope that you have stopped with your passion for the Muggles. Otherwise it could be - he clicks his tongue -.... annoying."

Arthur turns red.

This man was blackmailing him. It was obvious. And I hate it.

"It's crazy. We don't know each other, but I already know I can't sack you." I tell him.

He turns to me.
"Do you know who I am?"

I look him straight in the eye.
"No. But no offense, but I don't give a damn. Now leave us alone, we've seen enough of your face for the coming year."

I turn my back on him, in total disrespect.

He turns red, brandishes his cane and blocks my hand between the cane and the seat.

I look at him.

"You will learn to respect me.", he says.

I grasp his cane and make a quick movement that makes him find himself in my place, blocked.

"If you knew how many times I've heard that. I don't appreciate the threat very much. And I like it even less when my friends are attacked."

I set him free and give him my wolf's eye.
He takes a few steps back.

"I won't forget this affront," he says, red with anger. "What is your name?"

"Percy Jackson", I introduce myself by executing a curtsy, making him even redder.

"We will not stop there."
And he grabs his son by the shoulder and walks to the other end of the room.

"Percy, you shouldn't have..." Arthur tells me.

"I'm not afraid of him. I can't stand how he threatened you."

Harry and Ron looked at me with a smirk on their faces.

Arthur was going to retort, but Ludo Bagman's voice could be heard throughout the stadium.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THIS FINAL OF THE FOUR HUNDRED AND SECOND QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!"

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Percy is already attracting the wrath of the Malefoy family...

This chapter is quite long, I was inspired.

I hope you enjoyed it, if you did vote and comment!

See you in the next chapter,
Stay cool, demigod 🔱😁

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