I spent the rest of the day showing Thor and Loki around, which ended with the entire camp lining up to try and lift Thor's hammer before dinner. Quite a few were able to make it shift a little, but no one managed to full pick it up. Once everyone had had their turn, I got up from my place on a bench to tell them to go have dinner, (Gods! I'm starting to sound like mom) but was stopped by about a hundred faces looking expectantly at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You haven't tried to lift Mee-Mee yet!" Someone yelled.

Thor shouted back, "It is Mjolnir, young demigod. A mighty name for a mighty weapon!"

"Whatever! Percy, it's you turn!" As if it had been planned, every single one of them began chanting, "PERCY! PERCY! PERCY! PERCY!" all together. Deciding that it was the best way to shut them up, I put one hand on the handle and pulled, not exactly expecting it to move. It was so surprisingly light that I almost hit myself in the head because I used too much force to lift it.

There was a strike of lightning that came out of nowhere and hit me, making my vision go white for a few seconds. Once it cleared, everyone was gaping at me. Looking down, I groaned to see that my comfortable jeans and T-shirt had been replaced by an Asgardian outfit, similar to what Thor and Loki wore. It was much more comfortable and lighter than what I was used to and seemed to be just as strong.

"You are worthy, Percy!" Thor said, clapping me on the back. "Worthy of what, exactly?"

"Becoming King of the Nine Realms." Loki answered. He sounded quite amused by the situation, and gave a small laugh when I said, "Nope. No no nope." Dropping the hammer into Thor's hand, I turned my back to him and signaled to the satyrs to blow the conch for dinner.

In no time, everyone had rushed to the Pavilion and were seated with their respective cabins. However interesting the incident might have been, when you have about a hundred hungry demigods and legacies, food can make you forget everything. I had realised this ages ago and used it to my advantage in situations such as these.

I magicked on my usual outfit and led Thor and Loki to the head table where I usually sat with Chiron and Grover. (What do you mean Grover isn't allowed to sit there? He's a Lord of the Wild!) The kids were allowed to switch tables at breakfast and lunch, but they sat with their cabins at dinner to discuss strategies for the war games.

(Yes, we had borrowed a few ideas from Camp Jupiter, just as they had from us. We now had quite a few legacies from New Rome staying every now and then, which forced us to expand the cabins. It had taken a whole lot of offerings, to please Hecate so that she would put the same spells she'd put on my cabin on all the cabins, to give everyone enough space)

At the end, of dinner, I made the usual announcements and then at the end, officially announced Loki and Thor's arrival to Camp, welcoming them. There were a few cheers when I announced the Hunters vs Campers Capture the Flag, but the majority of the older campers sighed, as if remembering our latest disaster of a defeat three years ago.

Thor and Loki seemed to enjoy the campfire, the two of them eating roasted s'mores like no tomorrow. It was hard to see in the flickering light of the fire, but it looked as if Loki was mouthing the lyrics to the sing-along. (I had no clue how he knew the words. Must have been some Norse power. Or maybe just a Loki thing. Who knows?)

The Norse dudes fit in perfectly with our chaotic lives, and could always be found surrounded by a gaggle of campers, asking them something or the other. Thor had to leave for Asgard a few days later, though. Something about royal duties and Odin needing him, but he promised to visit.

No one had expected Loki to be good with kids, but he had somehow managed to make friends with absolutely everyone younger than fourteen within a week. He knew all their names, and always had time to help the kids, especially the younger ones whenever they asked him to. His magic made the little ones laugh no matter what, and they often came to play with him in their free time. Loki would always have at least one of the tots (That's what we called the campers who were mostly legacies and too young to participate in most of the activities. They usually wandered throughout Camp or played in a pack, supervised by an adult of one of the Senior Counsellors) clinging on to him as he went about Camp, helping the others.

Chiron was beaming with happiness when he saw how happy Olivia was when she played with Loki. From her earlier behaviour, we had guessed that she'd come from a bad home, and hardly ever spoke to anyone. But now, she was a little ball of sunshine who could most often be seen getting a piggyback ride from Loki when he walked around Camp.

With Loki at Camp, the prank wars were much worse, and the Hermes cabin seemed to be egged on by his mere presence. They had somehow managed to get an alliance with the Tyche cabin, and convinced the Tyche kids to set up the pranks. Thanks to their mother being the Goddess of Fortune and Luck, they were much luckier than the rest of us and could get away with a lot of stuff without getting caught.

Thankfully, they stopped short of blowing up the whole of Camp, but they did end up flooding the Pavilion during dinner one night with Beth's help. The water got to the climbing wall and caused the lava to solidify. It stayed like that for two full weeks, and everyone took full advantage of the fact that they could go as slow as they wanted without the lava pouring out.

Travis and Connor somehow managed to sneak Loki up to Olympus where he teamed up with Apollo and Hermes to prank the other Gods. I know for a fact that my Dad spent an entire month wielding a bright pink trident that spewed bubbles every time he channeled his power through it. The three of them recorded Apollo singing the songs from the Little Mermaid and transferred that to Dad's trident, so that it began belting out tunes at odd times of the day. There was a rumour that they had switched every single set of armour in the store rooms of Olympus with grass skirts, flower garlands, and bright Hawaiian patterned shirts.

No one had any clue how they managed to replace all of Zeus' posh pinstriped suits with band t-shirts and hundreds of pairs of ripped jeans, and best of all, combine their power with Hecate's to cast a Mist powerful enough to fool the King of the Gods into thinking that he was in his usual attire.

We didn't mind though, and nor did any of the victims of the pranks. Everyone was happy that Loki was recovering, and even after he was fully stable, the Campers refused to let him leave. Everyone liked him so much, that they helped him negotiate a deal with both Zeus and Odin which would allow him to

In the meantime, I still made frequent visits to England to attend Order meetings and go on missions, or to just spend the day with Sirius and Mom. Paul had had to come back home for work, but he visited as much as he could. Sure, Sirius was a free man and he could go outside, but he was followed everywhere by reporters and curious people, which made him feel uncomfortable, and rendered him useless for secret Order stuff. Anywhere he went was now public knowledge. The Order kept his house as HQ, so Mom decided to stay with him and help him maintain it, while keeping him company.

Order members kept coming and going, only a few like Molly, Remus or Nymph staying for a few days. In what seemed like no time, I was sitting in my Mom's hospital room at St Mungo's, holding a blue bundle of blankets and trying to shush my crying brother Ezra while Paul struggled with baby Estelle, who really didn't want to go to sleep.

As soon as Ezra stopped crying, I was able to go back to Number 12, tired out and wanting to do nothing but collapse into my bed when there was a loud whooshing sound and multiple people talking in the kitchen. I was just about to ignore them and go to bed when I heard yelling. "We don't care about the dumb Order!"

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!"

It sounded like Fred and George, but they were supposed to be in school, weren't they? Shaking off my fatigue, I went down to the kitchen to see Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Harry in the room, the twins angrily shouting at Sirius. "Easy for you to say, stuck here! I don't see you risking your neck!" It was aimed at Sirius, and he looked ready to smack Fred.

I hurried to get in between them, yelling, "Stop it! All of you!"

"Percy?"

"Hi. What are you guys doing here?"

Everyone looked at Harry, as if waiting for him to explain. He sighed, before telling me how he'd had a vision of Mr. Weasley getting attacked by a snake and bleeding out somewhere. Ginny added in the bit about someone finding him and taking him to St Mungo's. The corridor Harry described sounded exactly like the one in the Department of Mysteries which the Order was taking turns to guard, and a nod from Sirius confirmed my suspicion.

"He was doing something for the Order when he got attacked. Dumbledore's taking care of it, but no one's supposed to know about his accident so soon. The kids can't rush off to St Mungo's to visit him."

I nodded. "You guys can't go running off to the hospital before Molly sends word for you. Even if you managed to make up a believable story to explain how you got there so soon, you won't be allowed to see him. Best case scenario is that you'll have to spend the night in the waiting rooms or corridors till the Healers fix him up. Trust me, you're better off waiting here."

"Fine." Fred spat out and he and George sat down on either side of Ginny. I helped Sirius get out butterbeers for everyone, and we settled in to wait for news. Molly did send a letter, but what she wrote made it sound as if her husband was halfway between life and death. We sat there for hours, Ginny curled up against my left side like a cat and my right arm around Harry, who refused to let his eyes close even after George fell asleep and Fred was nodding off. (The Weasleys had ended up basically adopting me into the family as soon as I had become such good friends with the twins.)

It was around five in the morning when Molly came in and announced, "He's going to be all right. We can all go and see him later. Bill's sitting with him now; he's going to take the morning off work."

After a quick breakfast, all of us went up to bed to get some sleep before going to visit Mr. Weasley in the hospital. Harry had been quite surprised when we took the train to London and nearly jumped out of his skin when Nymph, Molly and Ginny had stepped right through the glass window of the fake shop that hid the entrance to St Mungo's.

"It's a fake wall, Harry." I told him, as I grabbed his arm and stepped through with Moody following us. (Yes, I did call him Judy Moody and no, he did not appreciate the name. I almost got a first-hand demonstration of why he was the best Auror the Ministry had ever had, until Nymph distracted him from the conversation.)

Molly led the kids to the line in front of the woman at the desk. It was quite fun watching the weird assortment of people who came to the desk and listening to he reason why they were there, that I didn't realise how long we were standing there in line.

The hospital didn't allow too many visitors at once, so I left the others at the door of the ward Mr. Weasley was in and went to see Mom. Paul looked quite tired and didn't protest when Mom told him to get some rest. I sat and talked to her for a few hours, letting Paul take a nap.

Tonks sent me a patronus, saying that they were leaving and I wasn't needed back at HQ. I ended up staying at the hospital for the rest of the morning, visiting Mr. Weasley just after lunch before going back to Grimmauld Place to crash.