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Percy's POV

After Hermione excused herself to go to the library, I didn't know what to think. That was the second time today. Why does that girl spend so much time in the library? I mean, really. It's just a dusty old room, filled with dusty old bookshelves, filled with dusty old books, that are filled with dusty old... Wait, that doesn't make sense. Let me start over. Filled with dusty old books, that are filled with worthless information. That's better. So what I'm saying, is that the library is just dusty and old.

I looked at Annabeth, "What was that about?" She shrugged, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed in a thin line. "What are you thinking?" I asked her, "That's your, I've got a really crazy idea look."

Annabeth shook her head, "Nothing. It's just, what if she's on to us?"

I let out a laugh. "I was right, that is crazy," I said, scoffing, "It's probably something else. I mean, she's only the smartest witch in her year and we've only been slipping up about three times a day. Besides, it's not like she even knows demigods exist because she doesn't even know about the Greek gods."

Annabeth nodded, as if waiting for me to come to a conclusion. When I realized what I'd said, I gasped in horror, "What if she's on to us?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. She sighed, "Why did I ever start dating you?"

I wiggled my eyebrows, "Because I'm hopelessly irresistible."

She put a finger on my chest, "That, you aren't."

Harry walked through the portrait, Ron on his heels. He jutted his chin out at Annabeth. "'Sup?" he greeted, "Why's your finger on Jackson's chest?"

Annabeth looked him in the eye, "Hey. Why's your head in the clouds?" I chuckled under my breath. And she calls me sassy. Puh-leaze.

Ron tilted his head, "Where's Piper? Isn't she staying at Hogwarts?" He was almost too excited.

Annabeth shook her head, "Nope. She went back to America. Something about a certain red-headed kid being too interested."

Ron looked at the ceiling, thinking. He pounded his fist into his other hand, growling. "Cameron Carter is into my lady?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, looking at me, "This doofus is almost dumber than you."

I raised my eyebrow, "Almost? I'd like to think that I'm smarter than Redhead Ronald."

She laughed. Man, I loved that sound. Harry was staring at my Wise Girl, almost drooling. He sat down on the couch next to me, pushing me off. Well, he tried to.

His open palms slammed into my arm with the strength of a newborn panda. Let me just tell you, a marshmallow hurts more than this kid.

I looked at his face, which was growing red with frustration, and raised an eyebrow, "Do you mind?"

Harry looked up at me, "Why are you so heavy, Jackson?"

He was panting hard as his feet uselessly scrambled on the carpet. I brushed his hands off of me. I stood up, pulling Annabeth with me.

"Come on, Wise Girl," I said, "Let's go to... let's go to the..."

Annabeth sighed, "The library. We've got to go meet up with Hermione, remember?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Sure."

Annabeth dragged me to the library, her hand on my wrist. As we walked, I grumbled, "Why the library? Why do I have to be friends with smart girls? Jason wouldn't make me go to the library. Owl Face, why do we have to go to the library?"

Annabeth looked back at me, not stopping her progress to the dreaded book place. "You need to finish your project for Nico's class. You need to research Ares for when you choose him."

I snorted. "Not this again," I complained, "My project's already done. We could teach that class ourselves, remember?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Let's just go and visit Hermione, and you can go jump out of the astronomy tower again later, okay?"

I nodded, excited. I did love a good jump off of tall places. It's exhilarating. It also reminds me that I don't belong in the air. When I'm in the air, I automatically drop. And don't tell me that that's science. Don't give me a lecture about, 'Oh, gravity brings you down to the ground. It's why apples fall from trees.'

That's just stupid. Everyone knows that Seaweed Brains should not and would not fly. I mean, Jason doesn't fall when he's in the air. The dude's Blonde Superman. I just need to get him a cape this Christmas. Actually, that's a great idea. He's blonde Clark Kent. He's already got the glasses.

Don't mind that last part. I wouldn't want anyone spoiling Jason's Christmas present. Back to Annabeth kidnapping me and dragging me to the only place worse than Tartarus. We walked in and spotted Hermione at a table in the back.

I plopped down next to her, "What're you doing?"

She didn't even look up as she said, "Researching Athena some more. She's an amazing goddess. Strong, smart, crafty, with a touch of violence."

I nearly choked. A touch? A touch??? More like a truckload of violence. You've never been on the receiving end. She practically incinerated me after the, 'I don't want to be a god because I like Annabeth' incident. She loved being on the 'Olympians who want to kill me' side of an argument. Even after I saved her father's bolt, her sister's life, her daughter's life (Countless times), and Olympus, she still couldn't accept that I liked Annabeth and Annabeth liked me back. And the worst part, Hogwarts is full of owls. So many owls. I shivered. It was all I could do not to crash to the floor, hyperventilating.

Hermione waved her hand in front of my face, but I could barely make it out. "Percy?"

I could hear her voice echoing in my head. I was startled out of my thoughts, involuntarily saying, "She doesn't like me," a little too loud for library standards.

Hermione tilted her head, "What?"

Annabeth waved off the question. "Since Percy's choosing Poseidon for this project, who's practically Athena's biggest rival, after Ares, it's only logical to assume that Athena wouldn't like Percy."

Hermione nodded her understanding. "Oh. That seems rational. Although, don't you think that's a little... presumptuous? Especially considering that she would be smart enough to know that children aren't always like their parents? Or grandparents, for that matter."

She gave me a knowing look, like she was taking that information out of the fact that I'm nothing like my grandpa, Voldemort.

Again, choking my throat out over here. Athena hated my guts. She wasn't okay with me before I started dating her favorite daughter. And now I was and I lived with the risk of not only being beaten to a pulp by Annabeth, but also getting my eyes pecked out by owls, which Annabeth had also tried. Although, that was partially my fault for turning Annabeth into an owl in the first place. Only partially, though.

Honestly, I was surprised Annabeth didn't turn me back into a guinea pig. That was a very scarring time for me. Trapped in a cage with blood-thirsty guinea pig pirates, not knowing if Annabeth would ever rescue me. Not knowing if Grover was still alive. Not knowing if my mom made the blue cookies I'd asked for. It was terrifying, man.

"Just trust me. I'm Greek. I know things." I told her seriously. The girls rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"Alright," I announced, "We've got to meet Luna so we can go to Potions."

I watched as Hermione checked out the book on Athena she was reading, returned the one about Greek myths, and returned to the group. "Sure. Let's go."

Time skip to Potions. You know, make things go boom, light things on fire, accidentally melt Harry's face off with a potion, all things that Leo would do.

Luna's POV

My back kind of hurts. I mean, Annabeth did beat me up, so that's not really surprising, but I'm really regretting egging her on like that. Owl Face came to Hogwarts and now she knows I'm a witch. Which is a relief because I hated keeping this secret from her.

As I swatted a Nargle away from my head, I saw her walking down the hall. "Annabeth!" I cried, "Walk a little faster, will ya?" She looked up from her conversation with Percy and Hermione.

She shrugged, "Sorry. But Percy was telling me that Sev teaches potions here. Is that really possible?"

I rolled my eyes, "He's been working here forever. Believe me, after the Battle of the Labyrinth, I didn't think that was possible."

Hermione raised her eyebrow, "What's the Battle of the Labyrinth?" Before I could respond for my slip-up, Percy beat me to it.

His eyes lit up. "Every year at Camp, we have an epic fight with foam swords and stuff. You'd be surprised how hard you can hit a person with foam. One year, the councilors set up a maze we called the Labyrinth. That was the year Sev stopped teaching at camp because the kids beat him to a pulp. I think the kids scarred him for life. I thought he'd become one of those old, lonely hermit people that live in the forest."

What Percy's kelp-filled head refused to process was that we were standing right outside Snape's door, where the son of Hecate himself was waiting for children to walk into the room.

Snape smiled grimly. "A hermit you say?" He questioned, "Well at least I'm not a barbarian like you, Jackson."

Percy stuck his tongue out at the Potions Master. Hermione whispered, "I still can't get over the fact that Percy can act like that and not get detention."

I nodded, "It's super weird, but as you probably know, they've been friends for a long time. The first time they met, a ring of Nargles were circling them. That means they'll be friends 'til death." Hermione gave me a strange look, but accepted my answer.

I don't talk about Nargles at camp, but let me assure you, they are real. My mother says that only children of the rainbow can see these magical creatures. She has never explained why, but Fleecy and I have long chats about the omens that they bring. That end as soon as my half-sister breaks out the wheat germ.

Percy's right, it really does taste terrible. I mean, organic foods are cool and all, but the goat milk and seaweed based, gluten-free, soy-free, sugarless, vitamin enriched mutant muffin things are what really got to me. They were disgusting enough to be rejected by titans. And they eat demigods.

I sat down in my seat, surrounded by my friends and watched Snape teach the lesson. Sure, he does favor the Slytherins, but that's just him. Percy's put him in a better mood this year, so he'll probably start to be better to the rest of the houses. Mostly because Percy fits into every house but the ambitious Slytherins. All he really wants to do is live out his life with Annabeth. It's really romantic.

I'm kind of upset that he got pulled into all the wizarding nonsense, but it was bound to happen eventually. I kind of put two and two together when I was walking through the Quidditch Hall of Fame. Did you know that Sally Jackson was popular with just about everyone, even the Slytherins? Or that the only person smarter than her in her year was Lily Evans? Or that she was the MVP Chaser three years running for the Hufflepuff team?

"Today you will be creating the Felix Felicis potion. I am under the impression that we are all familiar with this concoction," he stared hatefully at Harry, "And Mr. Potter had a perfect one. Let us hope he can recreate it."

I could've sworn he muttered, "Without the help of the Half-Blood Prince." I shook my head. Percy and Annabeth opened their books and I cursed under my breath. Why hadn't I been smart enough to buy a book in Ancient Greek? I had to work harder than all of the other kids to make it through Hogwarts.

I looked at Hermione. "Can we switch spots?" I asked her.

She shrugged, "Sure. But why?"

I held up my copy of the potions book, "Percy's is in Ancient Greek."

Hermione nodded, but quickly asked another question, "But you've been reading the English one all of these years." I conceded the point, not wanting to tell the world about how much pain and suffering dyslexia is.

I mixed in different ingredients for the rest of the class, hoping that it wouldn't explode in my face. I looked over at Annabeth's. Of course, it was a perfect golden shade. I looked next to me at Percy's, and it was bubbling blue.

"Uh, Perce," I started, "I don't think it's supposed to be like that."

He smiled, "Yeah, well, I was following the instructions and I came across this color and I didn't want to change it. But look what I figured out how to do."

He pulled out his wand and tapped the cauldron three times. I saw an orange striped figure glide across the cauldron and disappear.

I raised my eyebrow, "Was that Nemo?" When he nodded, I sighed, "After all this time making lucky potions, you made Nemo?"

Percy put his hand on his chest, looking at the ceiling. Then he grinned, "Yes, Luna. Although I think mine is much better."

Annabeth scowled, "Come on, Percy. Just follow the assignment." She changed to Ancient Greek, "This could come in handy. You know, as demigods?"

Percy rolled his eyes, reluctantly adding in another ingredient. With a poof, the potion turned pale pink.

He gagged, "Ugh. This color reminds me of the inside of the Aphrodite Cabin." He held his face out over the cauldron and took a whiff. He waved his hand in front of his face, "And it smells like it, too."

Annabeth laughed, "Just one more ingredient, Seaweed Brain. I'm already done."

Percy threw a mini tantrum, "Well you're Annabeth and I'm just a wittle Seaweed Brain!" He made his baby seal eyes at Annabeth. "Help?"

Annabeth groaned, "You know that if I didn't want to be helping you, I wouldn't, right?" Percy nodded excitedly.

She pointed at a word. "Pick up that ingredient," she ordered, "Then do that."

Percy picked up an ingredient and dumped it into the cauldron. It started bubbling dangerously. Percy chuckled, twirling his fingers, "Was that wrong, or what?" His eyes widened in alarm and he screamed, "Under the table!"

The three of us hit the floor quickly and watched as the potion splattered all over the floor and chairs. Snape walked over to us angrily. Here it comes. The big lecture.

"What is going on over here?" He demanded as we warily sat back on our seats, "Five points from Gryffindor for the mess, and five for the ruckus. Percy, I expected better from..." He trailed off, looking down at the cauldrons.

His eyes widened in surprise and he pointed at Percy, "Y-You did this?"

Percy nodded, saying, "Chill, Sev. It looks just like Annabeth's, now." Annabeth beamed with pride.

Snape started mumbling, "What an unorthodox method. The explosion must've had something to do with the Nemo spell. Perseus Jackson is just as immature as I remembered."

When he regained his composure, he said, "Twenty points each. Now clean this up."

He pressed his lips in a thin line and snatched up Percy and Annabeth's cauldrons, marching back up to the front. He held the cauldrons in a manner that all of the students could see the potions, but the cauldrons didn't spill a drop.

"Take a look, students, " he demanded, "It seems the American first years are better at Potions than all of you combined if you don't include Ms. Granger."

Hermione's mouth was agape as she stared at Snape, dumbfounded. "Did he- Uh duh durr uh."

I laughed. She's going into shock. I patted her on the back, "Breathe, Hermione. And yes, he did just almost compliment you."

She shook me off, brushing off her robes, "I'm fine, now. Let's just focus on the rest."

I chuckled. I knew that inside, she was bubbling with excitement. Snape was still frustrated with the class, "On her first day, Ms. Chase was able to concoct a perfect Felix Felicis Potion, one of the hardest in the wizarding world. In two days, Mr. Jackson has not only concocted the Felix Felicis, but a Dreamless Sleep potion without flaw."

He swept his glare around the room, "So, Mr. Longbottom, you have no excuse to make a messy potion because it exploded. Jackson's potion explode all over the furniture and came out stunningly. Dismissed!"

As I left, Snape waved Percy and Annabeth to the front of the class. I turned back and smiled at Snape, "So, Sevvy, how long you gonna keep this act up?"

He looked at me, "As long as the gods require, Ms. Lovegood."

He turned back to Percy and Annabeth, "For the two of you, two vials of liquid luck that will last a day each. Oh, and one for Luna, too." He winked, "I know you'll need it."

We thanked him and left, our new vials of luck in our pockets.

It was good to be friends with the smartest girl ever and her Kelp Head of a boyfriend.