Hi everyone, well I guess I should say sorry that I haven't updated in SO long. I really am sorry. But I started writing down this chapter right after I pulished the former but then in the middle I got a writing-block that I couldn't solve so I waited for a new idea o come, and it haven't. And then all I've written of this chapter had been deleated so I had to write it all over again, and then I got an idea.

But not only this, I had tons of tenst and paperworks, assignment to ten people, and I an high-school applications.

Also I finished the Heroes of Olympus series and decided this story line should be from after the Giant War, because it was EPIC. And the concept of Tartarus really helps my story. So... um, yes.

Have fun reading.

Percy's Point of View

You know the feeling when your legs are stuck that you can't move them off the ground? That something is so shocking you feel like falling off to your knees and sob. Or the feeling when you think you went insane?

Yeah, well, at the time I didn't thought it was possible to feel those three together, but I was proven wrong by myself. Instead of rushing forward and engulf my old friend in the tightest bear hug my arms can supress like I should have done I simply stared at her, sell-shoked, slightly stepping back.

Fear started crawling into me, was I really going crazy? Because although all we had been through in both Titan and Giant war I figured I was still somewhat sane. I wasn't waking up with nightmares, or screaming anymore like I used too. Neither does Annabeth. we've concerned it together, after all we've been through I thought that some how we managed to keep each other from turning insane.

But maybe Tartarus and seeing more of my friends die, and being through all that I have been through was too much? I was really starting To hallucinate, just like that? Out of no where? Because before that moment I once never hallucinated in my life, not once. Sure, I had nightmare and horrible flashbacks before, but never hallucinations.

"Percy?" Zoe whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek. A tear that she was quick to wipe off her face, she tried to still her face but I could see happiness, I could see throughout her mask of cold emotions, I always could.

Hearing her voice hit me like a gun-bullet. The reaction was immeidate. But instead of pain I felt my heart fluttering with Happiness and joy, my face broke into the biggest grin I rushed forward without a second thought and did what I wanted to do a minute ago when I was still in shock.

To my surprise, when I hugged her, Zoe didn't push me away. Actually, she hugged me back just as tight, her face were burried in my shoulder. I was so, so happy that I forgot of everyone who were around us: Fred and George who probably will never let me live it down. Ron that I just could feel the hatred in his eyes burning the skin of my back without even looking at him. Harry, who was in his seat shifting in Discomfort. And Hermione which I had no doubt of the miliones of miliones of questions that were running in her head.

As I pulled back I felt the tears of joy drenching my face, it was also drencing hers and the smile on her face made me feel even more happy. At the moment, I didn't quite care if she was real or not, Zoe was all that matters, and the fact that she was alive.

"Zoe?" I crooked out, my voice quivering, for whole four or five year I had thought she was dead, and suddenly she wasn't just like that. It was as if nothing can ruin this day. Or this life again. "Is that really you?"

She nodded, grinning like there was no tomorrow with the same tears of joy I had. But for none of us it was romantic, just for the record. So don't you guys get all furious and started screaming that I am a jerk for cheating on Annabeth because I never have and I never will.

No other but me, Zoe, my father, Artemis and the more older Hunters know this, but actually we were friends a lot before I knew I was a demigod. Later on our quest she explained things to me. When I was seven years old I was attacked by a herd of monsters, and practically drowning in them, my dad who had been watching me saw and pleaded Artemis to come help me, beacause the Ancient Laws forbidded him to come, even though she didn't like saving a male's life she couldn't say no to my dad, he was like a second father to her, he was for most gods, because Zeus never showed to much symphaty for his godly children my dad took care of them most of the times.

Now, anyway, after the Hunters killed the monsters and saved my life they took me into their camp for a day, seeing if I was worthy of saving. Apparently I was. And on that day the Huntress I was most connected too was Zoe Nightshade, she would play with me, teach me some manners and told me stories about former Hunters who passed on, and the stories of the female heroines who were clowded in the Greek Myths under the males, like Theseus and Adriane for example, Adriane was the true hero, not Theseus, and he abandoned her.

Then, my dad came at the end of the day, and he returned me home and put me into bed, I remembered how he kissed my forhead as I was already half-asleep and whispered to me "Your Daddy loves you, Perseus, so, so much. Always remember that."

The Hunters and I met again a few times later, the Hunters wanted to check on me, seeing how I would grow and if I would be a good man when I'll grow up and if I was still worth their effort, and Zoe said I had never once failed them.

I was glad to have the respect of the Hunters, but I seriously doubted I deserved it. I still blamed myself for all those deaths in the Titan War, after all I was the child of the Prophecy, Kronos had risen when I showed up. I was the main tool for his rising, and I had being playing to his hands like a little desparete boy, and if I wasn't exist, maybe all those deaths and lost was prevented. Including Zoe's.

"How?"

She grinned and set down, me following suit. She started her story. "Every soul, when entering Lord Ouranos realm which is the sky, must watch with Lord Ouranus and the scene of their death, on really rare occasions Lord Ouranus decides that the person's death was a true heroic and give him a chance of a new life. I was one of those cases. But unlike the Underworld, when you are reborn you still get to hold your old memories, but mostly without no way to contect the Godly World, so they could start new. I am really happy for this life, I have now a new family, a mortal one, and a big brother, and little one as well, which is quite ironic. It took me a while to adjust to them, but I managed to turn them into good men. You're the first one from my old life that I met. I missed you, and Thalia and the Hunt. Oh, and Artemis, I missed her so, so much."

I smiled at her. "You will meet her." I promised softly, laying a hand on her shoulder. "She will be so glad to see you again."

"Do you think?" She suddenly looked weak, in need for comfort. "She won't be mad at me for not speaking to her earlier?"

"Of course she won't, Zoe." I reassured her confidently, but still softly. "How could she be nad? Her best friend is back from the dead and she would waste her time on being mad at her? I don't think so. All that matters is that you are here, Zoe. The only thing. And you are not going anywhere."

Harry's Point of View

If by accident you hear some things you are probably not suppose to hear, is it called evasdropping? I hoped not, because right now I probably overheard a lot of things I wasn't suppose to know. But really my mind's first reaction to it was one big blank.

Nothing they said made any sonse in my head and honestly it was confusing, I felt the headache near. I really didn't register what they were saying, but Hermione probably did.

I know Zoe Nightshade since we were elevan, from our first year at Hogwarts. She's a muggle-born. The sorting hat didn't have to think about it a lot before sorting her into Gryffindor. I dont know why but from the first moment it was clear, she hated boys with passion. Every guy who tried to hit on her finished in the Hospital Wing with a broken nose and black-eyes.

So when she talked to Percy with so much happiness in her voice to say I was stunned would be an understatment. How in Merlin's Beard did he befriend with the biggest men-hater in history, kill me I don't have an answer.

But it made me wonder. Zoe always said that man were scum, but yet she seemed to like Percy very much. If Zoe Nightshade liked Percy so much, maybe it means he wasn't so bad as we think. Maybe we wrong about him, and we shouldn't have judged him so harshly.

Deciding that it worth the risk of being punched in the face I decided to talk with Zoe about it. Maybe she was in a good mood and will not break my neck the moment I get within three feet from her. Maybe she could clear my head.

I tugged Ron and Hermione in the arms. "Let's find another compartment." I whispered. "Give them some privecy."

Hermione nodded, Ron didn't look so happy about it but came anyway. On the way out Hermione gripped the smirking Fred and George by the ears and pulled them with us.

She's learning from Zoe. I noted in my head.

We found another empty compartment in the dar edge of the train. Fred and George were muttering about never let Percy live it down. Hermione looked out of the window with a deep frown on her face signeling that she was in deep thoughts. Ron was clutching his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. He was red with fury as he gazed from the other window cursing under his breath.

What's his problem?

I ignored him, trying to think. What in Percy, beside the fact he was Voldemort's grandson, made me hate him so much. Was he arrogant? No. Was he cocky? No. Was he rude? Not rude, but he was rebelious, he was respectful to those who deserved it. Was he not nice? No. Was he not kind? No. Was he bloodthirsty? No. Was he crazy? No... well, maybe. Okay, just kidding don't kill me. Was he a racist? No. Did he care about blood rate? Not at all.

So what was in him that made me hate him so much?

With a sigh I realized that nothing but the fact the he was Voldemort's grandson made me hate him. And I could see that if I looked beyond my hatred I clearly could see the good man he was. His eyes held so much micheiviousness and mirth and in the same time so much understanding it was a little unnerving.

I could see his modest personality and felt ashamed at myself. I was quick to judge him because of his parentege, like people do to Sirius, assuming he was Death Eater just because he was a Black.

I got out from the compartment after a while of simply sitting there gazing at nothing as the train took us to Hogwarts. I grabbed my robe and turned to the direction if the restroom.

Then I bumped into someone. The last thing I saw before I crashed on the floor was a blurr of silky black hair. My glasses flew off my face and I was left with my eyesight so blurry I almost couldn't track myself - yes, my eyesight is that bad - mopping on the floor trying to find a pare of glasses.

A delicate pare of hands stopped my useless attampts to track down my glasses, I halted. Someone familiar with black hair was facing me, it was a girl. She knelt and put my glasses on me.

"Better?"

I couldn't answer, I was too busy staring at the face in front of me. Zoe was smiling at me warmly, her long black hair framing her face like black silk. And she was smiling at me... Why was she smiling at me? But I nodded at last.

"Good." She grinned and handed me my robe which also fell from my hands when I fell, I noticed she was holding her own Gryffindor robe in her hands, probably on her way to change as well.

Suddenly, with that smile on her face I realized how beautiful she truly was and I was surprised I didn't see it before. No, seriously how could I miss it? A girl as beautiful as her. With her tanned skin, black silky hair and proud face, she was plain gorgeous.

And then with a jolt, I realized I was staring and blushed crimson red. "T- Thanks..." I mumbled stupidly, blushing like an idiot.

She grinned, her black eyes brightening. Stop staring! "No problem, Harry."

"But... not to be rude or anything... um... you don't... um... hate me?" This time I stuttered even more stupiditly than before. "I mean... you hate boys and... um... I'm a boy..." God, please help me.

She chuckled and shook her head. "You are different. You're not like all the other boys, you are loyal, kind and honest. You treat women with respect, as equal, like it should be. You're like Percy."

"That's a good thing?" I asked, hoping to get some information about Percy's personality.

"Very." Zoe replied without a second thought. "He's one of the best people on earth, and I'm proud to call myself his friend. He told me about his grandfather, and I guess I can realize where your hatred is coming from, Voldemort did kill your parents but Percy is nothing like Voldemort." I smiled inwardly, happy that someone other than Sirius, Dumbledore and Myself isn't afriad to pronounce Voldemort's name fearlessly and casually - as casual you can be when you're talking about evilest, craziest wizard in the world, one that is also the biggest murderer in the world. "He is the most kind, loyal, caring, honest, warm, modest and selfless person I know."

"Is he really that good?" I asked, a litle doubtful. I know that I promised myself not to djuge him but it was hard. And beside, can you believe someone can be that perfect?

"Definatly." She insisted. "Try to talk to him." She glanced out of the window, I could see the lights of Hogwarts in the distance and knew we didn't have much time. "We better get change. See you later, Harry." She turned and started walking toward the girl's restroom, she turned waved me and kept walking.

The moment she entered the restroom the big, goofy grin took control on my face. I started swooing toward the guy's restroom. I didn't quite realize what was happening as I changed cloths, all I could think of was how beautiful her smile was. My stomach was fluttering.

I got out of the restroom, gazing practically at nothing, daydreaming about Zoe's beautiful face, her smooth black hair, her pink lips, her soft facial expression, the way her volcanic-eyes lit up when she smiled. Bilmey, how didn't I noticed this before? How beautiful she was? How kind she was? How soft she was? How strong she was? How?

It was time to get out of the train, and when I did I caught the sight of Percy. He was sitting on the banks of the Dark Lake, his legs dangeling in the water. The other students didn't notice him, he had a chariot next to him, tied up to two skeletons like horses, the were bony and brown, but beautiful at the same time. Percy was stroking them both with a smile.

I stilled my nerves, took a deep breath and walked at him. It might be that I crossed his line? That he lost all symphathy toward me? What if I acted to bad toward him and now he hates me? I shooed this thoughts away. Be optimistic. I tried to be at least. I knew that every normal person would hate me, I knew he should too. The way I acted toward him was horrific.

I felt so ashamed at myself. I acted at him, a person that did nothing but showing me kindness and compassion, like he was a piece of trash. I judged him from the start, without even knowing. As if he was some mass murderer, I acted at him as if he was his grandfather. And he wasn't. I saw it from the first time I met him but still refused to acknowledge it.

I knew the twins have planned to prank Percy before he came to the headquarters, but then when they met him they were out of that idea in seconds. And if someone haa good eyes is the twins, they see people from miles, their characters and intentions. And if they accapted Percy so I could be certain he wasn't going to hurt me. And I still hadn't accepted him.

For Godrick's sake, even Mad-Eye accepted him! More than That! He claimed him to be a HERO! Mad-Eye trusted no-one, And yet, he seemed to trust Percy with his life. Claiming his loyalty his beyond question.

So why could I see it? Actually when I come to think about it, I did see it. I simply refused to admit it. Just because he was Voldemort's grandson Ron, Hermione and I shunned him, certain that he was just as evil as his grandfather and refused to admit he was the complete opposite, and when I look at at it, he is not only better than his grandfather, he is better than us. He never did defame us or ridiculed us. Which was the complete opposite of what we were doing to him.

Honestly, I asked myself what had become of me? A person who can't trust? A person who judges people by their heritage.

Percy must have heard me stepping because he turned his head around and saw me. At start he frowned, and then locked his eyes with mine. His green eyes shown even in the dark, I guess he saw something in my own eyes because he smiled geniunally at me.

I scootted until I reached the banks, and set besides him. I akwardly gazed into the river, not knowing what to say. I knew I wanted to apologize to Percy for the way I acted toward him but I didn't quite prepared myself to this moment. I remember one time when Dudley daw Spongebob on TV, when Mr. Crabbe caught Plankton and mocked him by asking what his plan was exactly and he answered 'I don't know... I didn't think I would reach that far...' So that was how I felt. Only Percy wasn't laughing at me. I could feel his eyes on me, and I turned.

"Hi." I said akwardly.

"Hi." He smiled. "Shouldn't you be on a chariot? On the way to the Sleeping Beauty's castle?"

"Shouldn't you?" I countered.

He shrugged. "It has been a while sice I've been at the ocean or at any other water source. I missed it. It reminds of my dad, I miss him too. Besides, the Thestrals looked like they wanted some company."

"Thestrals?" I inquired. I've never heard of such thing before.

Percy gestured at the skeletons horses he was stroking. "They are the Thestrals." He told me. "They remind me a little of my horse. He's completely black, though, unlike these buddies. His name is Blackjack, my horse I mean." He looked a little amused when he talked about his horse, actually when he had a horse. "These are Joey and Billy."

"How do you know?" I frowned. "They have collers or something? I pipped my head tp check but stopped myself when I saw Percy scowl.

The scowle didn't fit him very well, he looked unlike himself. He looked downright terrorfying. "Horses shouldn't have to have collers. They are free spirits, they shouldn't be locked down nor carrying those chariots. They should be in the out open." He smiled slightly and looked at the moon. "At the wild."

"I guess this a new thing - the Thestrals carrying the chariots." I said. "I've never seen them here before. At all the years I had been here I have never once seen Thestrals here. Until today. The chariots have carrie themselves."

"Really? So why-" his setance was cut of by Billy poking him in the shoulder. Percy turned to him. And then sigh, fced me again and shook his head. "This isn't a new thing." He informed me. "Billy said you weren't able to see them until now."

"Billy... said?"

He nodded. "I can speak to all kinds of horses. And sea creatures, too. I got this ability from my dad. Lately I found out I can speak with snakes too, but I'm not really sure where I got this ability from. Remember my cousin, Hermes? The one that delivered me those letters?" I nodded, I was still wondering how he has passed through the Fidelius Charm, I guess that Percy told him, but Percy wasn't the Secret Keeper... "He's my dad's brother's son." He reassured me, before I'll think that there's another decanted of Voldemort. "He has two snakes - George and Martha. When he came to visit me in my summer camp when I was thirteen he brough them with him. And they talked with me - All George wanted was rats and Martha basically was telling him to shut up," I chuckled, I wish the Basilsk was like that. 'But you get the idea... I thought I was going crazy and never spoke of it again... but then in Diagon Ally two pythons in the pet store started talking me I remembered at it, so I guess I can speak to snakes."

"You inheirted it from your grandfather." I told him. "It's called parseltongue. I can speak it too. I found it out at my second year at Hogwarts. A long story... I will tell you it later, when we have time. Currently -" I pointed at the lake, the ships were getting closer to the school. "We don't have."

"I guess you're right." He said, and got up. He sighed and hopped on Billy, who whinnied happily as Percy stroke his mane. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you coming?"

"Um..."

He laughed and whisteled. Joey and Billy ran forward together, Percy grabbed me as Billy ran and planted me Joey's back. "Giddy up, guys!" Percy cried.

Joey and Billy raced forward in unbelieveable speed, the wind whisteled in my ears and I could see how close we were getting and almost passing the first grades on the boats.

"WOOHOO!" I shouted at the same time Percy shouted: "THIS IS SO AWESOME!"

We both laughed as we reached the school's gates, we were both windswept, Percy's hair was even more messy than ever, and I figured mine was no better. We hopped off our Thestrals. Percy storke both Billy and Joey, and so did I and then we sent them way, after Percy promised both Thestrals that we will come visit them soon.

We walked toward the gates. In a comforable silence, both smiling. Then I got this tug in my gut that told me I was forgetting something important, and I remembered.

"Percy... listen, I- I wanted to say that I'm sorry." I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck akwardly. I felt bad for not saying this earlier. But the way he acted, so easy-going, I guess I forgot.

He turned his head at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "For what?" He inquired, looking geniunely confused, and seriously I had to resist the urge to face-palm at his clulessness. Did he really forgot how I acted him so quickly.

"For the way I treated you until today..." I sighed. "I judged you because of who your grandfather was, I was certain that you will be just as evil as he is and I was wrong. I shouldn't have judged you for who your grandfather is... and I really we could start new."

At first he looked surprised, but then grinned at me. "I really didn't expect any other treatment, and I understand why you acted toward the way you have. From what I heard you had a very good reason to treat me that way, but I'm really glad that you can put that aside. Consider our relationship clean."

I stared at him. How could he forgive me so easily? If it was me and let's say... um... Malfoy, I could never forgive him for all he has done to me. And I don't think that anyone else who would've been in Percy's place would have forgiven me. Wow, Zoe has been correct, he is different.

"What?" He asked, his hand rising the touch his cheek. "There is something on my face?"

"No, no." I quickly assured him, shaking my head. "It's just... How can you forgive me so easily? I mean, I don't think that I would've if I was you..."

He shrugged. "Keeping the grudge won't help do to you any good. Believe me, I would know."

I wanted to ask him what he meant but the sound of someone clearing his throat made us both turn around. And the person standing there was a proof to how much my luck is bad, of all the people that could've found us it was the one I feared most that would - Proffessor McGonagall. I felt a blush creap onto my face at the stern looks she was giving us.

Percy looked no better, but nevertheless, even with the pink blush - that made him look unbelievlingly adorable, and not I'm not a gay, with that blush even Professor Snape would have to admit he was cute - he stood his ground, looking straight in McGonagall's eyes, which took a lot of wit to stand at her gaze, I'll give him that. He never faltered.

"Mr. Jackson." The Proffessor did seem to be affected by his cuteness. "You need to get sorted, luckily for both you and Mr. Potter, you arrived before the sorting began. Mr. Potter, into Great Hall. Mr. Jackson, Follow me." Both of us nodded obeidantly.

I watched as Percy and the Proffessor disappeared into the far end, and walked down the stairs toward the first-years that were probably waiting. I let out a laugh and turned around. I pushed the massive doors of the Great Hall and walked in.

Of course that everyone noticed and stared at me wide-eyed as I walked, because God wouldn't accept this otherwise. When I blushed this time I started to wonder how many times I already blushed today. A lot... And obviously I blushed even more when Zoe smiled and waved me from her spot at the Gryffindor table.

I smile and waved back nonetheless. Is it just me or her cheeks turned a little pink? Nah, Probably just me.

I started to get uncomfortable with all the stares, so I scanned the Gryffindor table quickly. It wasn't hard to find Ron and Hermione, because George, Fred and Ginny were sitting there as well which made them look like a see of Redheads. I gogged toward them and gracefully slipped into the empty seat beside Hermione.

"Harry, thank goodness you're okay!" Hermione breathed, giving me a quick hug. "Where in Gryffindor's name were you?!"

I shrugged. "I went to talk to Percy at the lake."

Each reaction was different. Ginny looked shocked, her eyes wide, I knew it would take her some time to get used to Percy since what Voldemort did to her when she was a first-year. Hermione narrowed her eyes and analyzed me, like she was trying to find any sigh it wasn't really me and actually an imposter planted by Voldemort or something. Fred and George looked smug, they winked and me and I tried - and failed - to not roll my eyes. Ron looked absolutely horrified.

"Have you gone mad?!" He practically screamed. "Why would do such a stupid thing, Harry?!"

"Ron, you're overreacting." I reasoned. At least tried, he still looked at me like he was planning me to an Insame Asylum. "Percy's cool. Really. You should give him a chance."

Fred and Goerge smirked and gave me a lopsided grin, I wanted to wipe off that smug expressions of theirs, but I knew they had every right. "We told he was awesome."

Ron glanced between us. "Guys! He. Is. Evil! As far as we know he'll dump you to the Giant Squid!"

"Ron, I talked to Zoe earlier." Hermione said. "She told me that she knew Percy before she came to Hogwarts and he is one of the most, if the best person she has ever met. She was surprised to hear about his grandfather because they are so much different. She also said we shouldn't judge him so harshly."

"But-"

Ron was cut off by the First-Years entering the Great Hall, shuffling in discomfort after Proffessor McGonagall that walked with her head up proudly. I tried to detect Percy among them but couldn't seem to find him.

The sorting was regular, the sorting hat sang, the Firat-Years were happily welcomed each into his own house.

That was until Dumbledore got up and announced. "Students, this year we will be welcoming a new student. We recently found out about him being a wizard, he is seventeen, but will attend at the Fifth Year course so he could complete his O.W.L's. So please welcome Perseus Achilles Jackson."

Percy walked into the Great Hall, blush so red that you might have confused between him and a tomato, but he still looked quick cute. He was probably just embbarassed about his full name. Which by the way, Fed and George burst out laughing at, stuttering things about "blackmail" and "we are so not going to let him live it down" between laughs.

Percy glared at them, they stopped laughing before I could even blink and fell of their seats. Percy smirked smugly at them, and flashed me a grin, which I returned and gave him a goodluck thumbs up.

Percy took a deep breath and set on the chair. The second Proffessor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head it started mumbling, which we all gasped at. The Sorting Hat has never talked before.

"Interesting... very interesting. I see you have a decent mind on your shoulders. I see a lot of intiligence in that mind of yours." Percy's eyes widened slightly, as if he was saying 'Are you sure... because last time I checked...' "But also a cunning mind, but not used uless to defend a loved one, so Slytheing and Ravenclaw won't do to you any good..." I heard some 'Awe's from both said houses, mainly girls. "Wow, so much loyalty in one I have ever seen, I must admit, but also an unhumanly bravery. You could fit into both Huffelpuff and Gryffindor. But which one? I think I'll have to look into your memories to be able to sort you."

"What?" Percy exclaimed. "No! You can't! You won't be able to deal with what you see!"

Huh? What in Percy's past could be so awefall that the Sorting Hat won't able to cope with? If he have had the life of a wizrd maybe I could understand. But he found out he was a wizard a month ago, so no, he didn't have the life of a wizard.

"Nonesense!" The Hat proclaimed. Before she started mumbling again. "Wow... that's realy hard. Ooo, ouch. Oh, dear." And then she started screaming. "Oh, dear god make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! TAKE ME OFF! HOW MUCH HAVE YOU BEEN THROUGH, KID?! HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE? HOW ARE STILL SANE?! OH, MY GOD, IT MUST BE GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! PLEASE, JUST TAKE ME OFF!"

Percy took the Hat off, looking haunted, I guess those memories that the Hat has seen were shown to him as well. But if so, how is he not on the floor right now screming like the Hat did? He planted the Hat on the tabl and went to the cheering Gryffindor table.

Percy's Point of View

The Fates hate me. I decided.

The day after my sorting the sun was shining on the lake making it glitter, like diamonds. Harry was at my side, I knew there were a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he didn't because he knew that might be a bad idea.

Reliving all those memories, every single memory, every battle, scream, every death and Tartarus... It had felt like someone stuck his hand at a deep, unhealed scar and ripped it open. It was so, so painful. But I guess that after all I've been through I've learned how to hold it together and not scrwam my soul out, though I wanted. I wanted so, so, bad. Sometimes I think that it might have been to much.

All I wanted was to let it all go.

Ever since I found out the godly wourld I've been hunted to my death. Whether it was my evil grandfather who wanted to kill me, or my evil great-grandmother who also wnated to kill me - Wow, I have such a supporting family - and I wanted a break. I wanted to lie on back and feel peace, but I knew that was too much to ask... for me at least.

And then this... this whole wizard thing, and another evil grandfather - On the bright side there might be chances this family member does not want to kill me, which lifted my hopes up a little - and it was so hard.

But I knew I had to help, it was my duty.

The school's bells rand in the far and I knew the breakfast had begun, Harry and I got to out feet and were about to race toward the mighty castle when a blood-frezing, aer-splitting scream made us freeze.

I got pale, my hands started to shake and I evarted my head to the dark forest, where the scream was heard from. I started hypervantiling, panic arose in me as I felt a tear rolling down my cheek as the realization dawned on me that I knew voice.

I knew it well.

Thalia.

To Be Continued...

Haha, well yes. That was one heck of a cliffhanger I guess and I'm sorry for all who wants to know what happens. I can't prmise that chapter will be up so soon because of my study - stupid math - and assignments - stupid physics - but I will try to update as soon as I can.

And remember, reply EVERYTHING you think. The good and the bad, I want to hear it ALL.

So, I'm going to try to update as fast as I can while keeping the quality of my stories high, at least I hope they are high. To me at least they seem good and this story I praticulary like.

P.S all rights for the cover of the story belongs to the awesomest viria!

Love you all and thank you for reading. :)