For the last week of school, James spend his time in the Half - Blood Hallway alone. Summa had been teaching him how to control the Sphere whenever the spirit paintings weren't absolutly drooling over her. Acctually, The Sphere was quite impressive and on any other cercumstance he might have taken a delight in learning this, but seeing as Al and Scorpius were still in the Hosptial Wing...it just didn't feel right... He was glad the headmistress had called off final exams.

"Hey," said Beckendorf, coming up from behind him on the last day. "I have some good news."
"Yeah?"
"They're up." Without saying anything James bolted to the Hosptial Wing.

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        The trail took place at the Minestry of Magic, Court Scribe, the same day of the incedent with Chaos. Percy sat down in the large seat in the middle of the circular room. He saw Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Draco, and Astoria in the stands, watching. He assumed Harry was going to be asking him some questions. And then there was the guy, the Minester of Magic, Kingsley Shakelbolt. He was a large, almost scary looking Aferican guy with brown eyes, and a bald head.
"Perceus Jackson," started Kingsley. Percy flinched, hearing his full name. Kingsley raised an eye brow at him.
"I really hate full names," muttered Percy. "Call me Percy!"
"Alright," said the Minester. "Percy, we all know why you're hear."
"Well, I'm guessing at least you do, sir," said Percy. "Assuming Chir - Mr. Brunner told you...things." Kingsley nodded.
"Brunner," he mused. In the stands, Harry was watching this, very confused. Kingsley had something on Jackson?
"You are no wizard," continued Kingsley.
"Nope," agreed Percy, popping the 'P'.
"Then, how in Merlin's name did you find out about the wizarding world and what were those books?" Percy pretending to look confused at Ron's outburst. He said,
"Books?"
"The ones you wrote to expose our world under the name Rick Riordan!" Percy stared at him blankly.
"You almost said something," Harry noticed. "Just now, before you mentioned that Brunner guys. You almost called him something."
"I did?" asked Percy, playing dumb.
"Don't play dumb you - " Ron burst out before Kingsley held up a hand to silence him.
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Please, excuse yourself if you can not handly this perfesionally. Now, tell me, Percy, what do you think we should do?"
"You're asking him -"
"Mr. Weasley!"
"No, acctually, he has a point," said Percy. "Most of my ideas cause things to get blown up, and I mean that quite literally."
"Very well," said Kingsley, after a moment. "Let's look into what we know about your background, shall we? " He opened a rather large file that had been in front of him,eyes wide in shock at whatever was written there. "You were born on the 18th of Aguest, lived in Manhattan, New York with your mother...And your father?" Percy shifted in his chair.
"He, uh, left before I was born," said Percy, not entirely lieing. Hermione was watching him intensly. Kingsley nodded.
"I see you did some - er - travling," he said. Again, Percy shifted uncomfortably. Come to think of it he was always moving. His hand kept tapping the arm of his chair or his leg bouncing uncontrolably. At first Harry had mistaken it for nervousness, but Percy Jackson was anything but nervous at the moment. (Minus the two minor uneasy movements, of coarse.)
"Yeah," said Percy shortly. It was clear. The subject was closed. Kingsley gave him an apolligedic look.
"If I may, Minester," Harry said. "I'd like to ask Jackson some questions." Kingsley nodded.
"You may," he said. Harry stepped up to the front of the room.
"What do you know about the prophecies?" Harry asked. "I know you already gave us your story, but I think the rest of them should know." He was expecting him to slip and change his story, but Percy gave him the same exact story Neville, McGonagall, and he had made.

Harry nodded, clearly disappointed.
"And do you know anything about a camp?"
"No," Percy lied. Harry stared at him. He could tell he was lying.
"Are the rumors true then? Are you who they say you are?"
"I don't even know what a Death Eater is," said Percy. "Or who Mouldywarts is." The room erupted into laughter.
"It's Voldemort," Harry corrected, hidding a smirk. "He was a dark wizard." Percy, much to everyone's surprise, just laughed.
"I think you've got the wrong idea," he said.
"So, then give me the right idea." Percy hesitated for a moment.
"The less you know the better," he said finally.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Ron yelled out. Percy didn't answer.
"Who's Poseidon?" continued Harry. Percy grinned.
"The god of the seas," he said.
"That's not what I meant," said Harry patiently. "I meant, who is he really?"
"My dad," said Percy.
"His name."
"Poseidon."
"His real name." Percy thought for a moment. He could've told them the truth right then and there. The thing was, they wouldn't have believed him, even if he wanted to tell them. They would find out eventually, of coarse, but the gods would never forgive him if he did. So, he gave Harry the first name that came to mind.
"Paul Blofis."
"Blowfish?" Harry asked.
"Blofis," corrected Percy, grinning. "That's my stepdad. "
"And he is Poseidon?" Percy laughed again.
"No."
"That is a a foul name," growled a very high pitched voice. A woman dressed in all pink from head to toe stepped into the room. She looked as if she could've been related to a giant toad. Dolores Umbridge.
"Umbridge?" asked Harry, seemingly angered.
"Umbridge," said Kingsley, calmly. "I did not call you to this trail. In fact. You're suppose to be in Azkaban."
"Or dead," said Percy, glaring at her. "How's that arm healing up? Clarisse really hit you hard." Umbridge narrowed her eyes at him.
"I will not be talked to like that, Mr. Jackson," she said. All throughout the room tiny whispers were heard.
"You know Umbridge?" questioned Ron. "How? You've never came to England before!"
"No," agreed Percy, glaring at Umbridge. "But she's came to Manhatten before." Umbridge stood up straight. She slowly walked toward Percy, pushing Harry out of the way.
"You cause us too many problems, half - blood," she said to him quietly, but deadly. She was now staring at him with her cold eyes. Her iron grey hair was beginning to turn green.
"I've heard that one before," said Percy, just as calm. "How did you reform so quickly?"
"My employer can do many thing." Percy looked confused.
"Who..." Umbridge spread her arms out, walking around the room, a look somewhere between pride and hatred.
"Why, the man who made all of this possible!" Percy's eyes widened. Her pink robes were now melting, turning into green, scaly skin. Keep her talking, Percy thought.
"Where is he then? Too scared to face me?" taunted Percy.
"Hardly," snarled Umbridge, turning on him, a kind of fire burning in her eyes. "He just as other buisiness to atend to, I'm afraid." Percy's mouth dropped.
"What're talking about?" demanded Harry. If he was seeing any change in Umbridge he wasn't showing it. Umbridge chuckled darkly.
"What did you do to them?" asked Percy, trying to stay calm.
"They will soon be in there rightful place," said Umbridge.
"Who?" shouted Ron.
"They can take him," Percy decided. Umbridge smiled at him wikedly.
"Will one of you - "
"Enough!" shouted Umbridge. Everyone stopped talking. She put her hands together, as if she was dealing with something very stressful. "Enough," she repeated, quieter. "That's quite enough. Now if you'll all excuse me, I must deal with this filthy half breed." She began to grow. Her body becoming scarly green, long and too big for the room. Percy smirked to himself. He would use that to his advantage.

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        "Kronos was right, Percy. You're an unreliable weapon. You need to be replaced."
I wasn't sure what he meantt, but I didn't have time to think about it. One of his men blew a brass whistle, and the deck doors flew open. A dozen more warriors poured out, making a circle around us, the brass tips of their spears bristling.
Luke smiled at me. "You'll never leave this boat alive."

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        When James got to the Hospital Wing, he saw Al and Scorpius sitting up in their beds. He ran to them.
"Are you alright?" he asked hurriedly, before they had the chance to say anything. They both nodded uneasily.
"Who was that, James?" asked Al.
"His name was Chaos," James told him. "But, on the bright side I figured out that last line. It was Summa. The ashes were the dust in that clearing, they brought Summa back."
"Really?" asked Scorpius excidedly. "What about The Sphere?"
"She's been teaching me," said James. "and next year I'll teach you two. McGonagall says she's going to be the teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts next year."
"Cool!" exclaimed Al. James smiled at him and then looked down.
"I'm sorry, guys..."
"For what?" asked Scorpius confusedly.
"I - That wouldn't have happened to you if I hadn't told you to hide in the shadows," said James.
"It's alright," said Al. "You didn't know."
"How could you have?" said Scorpius. "Besides, we have another prophecy on our hands to worry about." James looked at them gratefully.
"I found these books," he said at last. "I've been reading them - I know right? Me read? Beckendorf says their true stories, though. Their about Jackson. Beckendorf thinks they might help." The other two boys nodded.
"You two have rested long enough," said Madam Pomfrey, stepping out from her office. "You may go."
"Alright!" said Al, excited to get back to the common room.
"Thanks!" called Scorpius over his shoulder as the two ran out of the Hospital Wing. She nodded at James, who turned back to look at her at the door.
"Go," she told him. "Enjoy you're last day." He smiled at her.
"Thanks," he said. "For everything." Then, he left her there smiling at herself proudly. She turned to go into her office once again.
"Don't thank me, dear," she told him, even though she knew he could not hear. "At least not yet."

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        The monster attacked, Percy rolled out of the way just in time. He uncapped his sword and Riptide sprung into action. Umbridge blew fire at him. The room erupted into screams.
"What's he doing?" screamed Astoria. At least now he knew they weren't seeing what he was. He looked at Umbridge. He had to lead her away from all the others.
"Hey!" he yelled. "Toad face! Come and get me!" He ran. Thankfully, she followed. The hallways were small enough to where it slowed her down. Percy sense water. He continued running until he realised the hallways had gotten bigger. Now, they were in a large circular room with a giant statue in the middle. Umbridge flew over his head, crashing into it. She snarled and growled at him. Percy raised his sword. Someone gasped from beside him. Percy risked a glance. He saw a boy about seventeen or eighteen with blue hair.
"You can see her?" asked Percy, shocked. The boy nodded, wide eyed. He shouted,
"Watch out! Reductor!" A blue light shot out of the boys wand. Umbridge glrowled in annoyence. She had been about to pounce Percy while he was distracted. Percy pushed the boy along.
"Thanks!" he yelled as they ran.
"Is that dragon?!" asked the boy.
"Drakon, actually."

They ran until they reached the end of the hall. The drakon had followed them.
"Uh..." muttered the boy. "We're trapped...."
"No we're not," Percy told him. "Give me a second." Percy closed his eyes and concintraded.
"What're you -" But the boy stopped when he saw water trailing in toward them, coming from all around. It appeared to be gathering in width, more and more water moving fast toward them. A wave crashed down ontop of the drakon. She thrashed around wildly, trying to get away. Percy pushed her back farther and farther until they were back at the statue ruins. By now everyone that was at the trail was there. Harry's eyes widened when he saw the boy.
"Teddy get away from there!" Percy formed a mini tsunami around the drakon, riding the waves. He jumped, jabbing Riptide into her back, slidding downward, slicing her into golden dust. The water fell as he did. The place was flooded. Whatever everyone else saw, it didn't look good. Teddy's mouth was open, his jaw practically hitting the floor.
"Jackson!" shouted Harry. "What - "
"I'm guessing they didn't see that?" asked Teddy. Percy shook his head, trying to think of a way to get himself out of this mess.
"You need help getting out of this mess?" asked Teddy. Percy looked at him and sighed.
"Could you - "
"Yeah." Teddy grabbed his arm and Percy felt this sensation, as if he were being shoved through a pipe. When he could see clearly again, they were in a large open field.

"Sorry about that," said Percy, looking around. "I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble."
"Me?" said Teddy surprised. "Don't worry about me! They'll be coming for you!" Percy nodded.
"Probably."
"So, then what're going to do?" asked Teddy.
"I'll have to leave before they show up, but you should know that you weren't meant to see - "
"Through the Mist?" Percy stared at him.
"How did you - "
"Hermione was looking at some Greek myth stuff. That was Greek right?" Percy looked out over the hills.
"Yeah," he said. "But they can't know. Not yet." Teddy nodded. Percy closed his eyes, concintrating again. Teddy hesitated.
"Er - you're not doing that water thing again are you?" Percy opened his eyes and grinned at him.
"No," he said. "Just calling an old friend." Teddy shifted.
"What should I tell them?" he asked.
"I don't think it matters," Percy told him. "Just make sure they believe it." Teddy nodded, then he gasped. In the sky was a dark cloud like shape, but as it got closer the boys saw it was a black horse with wings.
"That's my ride," said Percy as the pegasus landed in front of him. Teddy stared at it in amazment.
"Impossible..." he muttered. "They were all killed..." The pegasus whinned.
"Easy," said Percy, patting his snout. "Easy, be nice, Blackjack." The horse seemed to calm down after that.
"You ... you can understand him?" said Teddy. Percy answered him with a grin. He climbed on Blackjack's back, petting him. He was about to take off when Teddy caught his arm.
"Wait," he said. "What's your name." Percy looked at him for a moment then smiled.
"I'm Nobody," he said. Teddy's eyes widened and Percy and Blackjack took off. Teddy's last glance of the strange boy was of him riding off into the sky as the sun was setting, as cleshay as it sounds. He Apperated to Number 12 Grimald Place to wait for Harry. It was going to be a long night and he still wasn't sure what he was going to tell his godfather. He was sure, however, that this would not be the last time he met the boy, Nobody, and he was deturmaned to know his real name when they met again.