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Chapter 8-Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Standing back in the common room, Hermione was still looking at me in surprise. Six hours later."That's Apparition, Percy!" she was shouting. "Hogwarts has wards against Apparating inside the grounds, and you just smashed through them by accident!"

I looked at her. "I know, Hermione. I haven't a single clue how in the name of the gods I did, but there's no need to constantly pester me about it. Okay!?" She looked over to the fireplace. "Sorry, Percy. It's just... you know how I am. Always searching for information."

'Oh, some of the information I have would probably blow your mind, Hermione.'

"Yeah, I get it. Anyway, it's about time I went to see Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, okay. See you back here later?"

"Sure." I replied. I hoisted myself up out of the armchair I had been sitting in and made my way over to the portrait hole. I was just about to step out when I was stopped by the Weasley twins. "Hello, Percy." George (I think) said.

"We've come with a proposition."

"So, you're telling me my cousin's dead?" He asked. The older man turned to look at him. "I'm afraid so." The warrior stepped back like he'd been hit in the face. "Who-who did it? I'll kill them."

"Her mother. Her mother killed her. And so it would be extremely difficult to kill the unkillable.""Of course. And what about her boyfriend. He dead too?""No. He may be in the Forgotten Land, or in his own hell."" Then I'll find him. Maybe he can help me."

"I'll arrange the travel."

The 'proposition', as Fred (Yeah, I need to find a way to tell them two apart) put it, was actually a business opportunity. Apparently they liked the look of me, and were planning on letting me in on the joke shop they're planning on creating, if I can prank them. The master pranksters. But I had spent too much time around Connor and Travis Stoll to not know a thing or two about pranking.

I put it out of my mind, as pranking was probably not the best thing to be thinking about when I was going to see my Head of House.

I stopped outside her office and knocked. "Come in!" The Scottish burr sounded from inside. I opened the door and stepped inside. The office wasn't that bad. Everything was neat and orderly. Most of the stuff looked normal, and then there were a few things that looked like they might explode if you looked at them funny. I sat down at the polished oak table, in a chair that seemed to be designed to be uncomfortable.

"Mr. Jackson," she said, " I believe you did, in fact, Apparate earlier today." I groaned. "Professor, I've had Hermione at me for that for every minute she spent with me since. I swear I know even more about Apparating then Hecate herself at this point, and she's the damn goddess of magic!"

McGonagall chuckled. "Yes, I imagine Ms. Granger would be very interested in how a fourth-year student accidentally Apparated inside Hogwarts grounds, smashing through the wards put up by some of the most powerful wizards in history. But then again, Percy, you're no ordinary wizard, and so you would have power a wizard knows not.

"I'll have to ask you also to avoid provocation from Mr. Malfoy. He is known to be exceedingly antagonistic towards Gryffindors, and particularly friends of Harry Potter." I looked up at her. "Can you arrange shield wards on my cauldron then, because I sure as Hades can't be buying a new cauldron every time Malfoy decides that my potion doesn't deserve to exist!" McGonagall frowned. "That is one thing I can't do. No teacher at Hogwarts can show favouritism, so if it was done for you, it would have do be done for everyone. However, if you used the reflective properties of some water... I couldn't argue."

I smiled. "Problem solved. Anything else?" I asked her. "One last thing," she said, "I'm going to need you to keep your demigodioness low-key. Try to rein it in. We don't need you suddenly shooting curses everywhere by accident." I nodded. "Okay. My divine side is staying repressed. Got it."

She looked at me over the rim of her glasses. "And try to stay out of trouble." I almost laughed. As I walked through the door, I said, "No promises!" I heard her sigh as the door closed. I went to walk back to the dorm, but I heard a sound behind me.

I turned around, and Hermione was staring at me, open-mouthed.

The boy stepped away from the goddess in the cop uniform. "This is as far as I can take you." she said. "Direct interference and all that." Her accent had really come along since the Heart of the West had moved... well, to the west.

"Where did you say he was again?"

"A magic school called Hogwarts in Scotland. But I'll warn you, this is the boy fated to defeat Kronos. You may have your hands full, Βόρειος πολεμιστής. And you may have to come back here again."

"What do you mean?"

"You're from the future, are you not?"

"How-how did you figure it out?"

"You called him your cousin's boyfriend. That hasn't happened yet."

"And it never will. Thanks anyway."

He threw the handkerchief into the water, and the familiar yellow boat rose up. He stepped in. 'Scotland,' he thought, and was away.

"So you're the son of a Greek god."

I sighed. "Yes, Hermione."

"And you didn't think to tell me this when, say, I told you I was a witch. It seems like a fair trade, doesn't it?"

I had decided on telling her the truth, mainly because if I was living with her, she'd have to find out eventually. I was starting to regret that decision.

"Well, Hermione, now that you ask, no, it would not. Because I doubt your Merlin could even hope to go up against the weakest of our demigods. And it's a bit of a sore subject, y'know, considering all my friends are dead. And as if that's not enough reason, the world of the Greek gods is supposed to be known only to the world of the Greek gods. Chaos would have my head if I just went around to all the wizards saying 'Hey, there's a load of people who are half god knocking around!' The wizards would undoubtedly take these new people as a threat, and immediately hunt down all the demigods. So don't you dare make me the bad guy in this."

She looked somewhat taken aback. "Sorry, Percy. Yeah, I suppose when you look at it like that..." I exhaled. "Nah, it's fine. But you can't tell anyone. And I mean anyone. Got it?"

She nodded. "Got it." she said.

AN: To all those who have waited diligently (and not so much) for this chapter to come out, I am deeply sorry. It's not long, but I had to post it just to update. I was unable to write for a while due to an injury, and now that I'm back at school, I won't be able to post as much. I would like to thank everyone for their continued support.