Hey, guys. This is the third installment in the Demigoddess in a Wizarding World series. This is only a little over 2,400 words, but I wanted to get it started. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Please review, follow, and favorite. Thank you!

-Rooney1077

The last anyone had heard from her, Perci was in Alaska. The only one she attempted to keep in contact over the summer was her brother, Harry Potter. Fred had sent many letters. Although, all of them were sent back unopened. She had told Harry that she didn't want to speak to anyone apart from him. Harry had relayed the message to the Weasley's through a letter. Most of them understood why neither of the two Potters wanted to talk to anyone. They had just lost the last of their family. They needed some time. Though, Fred felt as if she was ignoring him for some other reason.

Harry sat in the subway station, awaiting the arrival of his sister, whom of which he hadn't seen for weeks. They decided, with the approaching school year, they should catch up. Harry looked over at the billboard across the tracks. "Tonight make a little magic with your man." A pretty model looked sensually at him, holding a petite bottle of perfume. The little side café shook as the train flew past them. The next time Harry looked over at the billboard a woman with a small stature stood there, her hands in her pockets and her hood covering her face. She looked around before walking calmly across the tracks. She pulled open the door and sat down at Harry's table. The woman pulled down her hood and grinned at Harry.

Perci looked older, regal. She looked as if she had come from a party. Her green eyes that turned more and more like his every day popped from the dark smoky make-up she wore. She had on a black shirt, jeans, and a beat up, fimiliar jacket. She had somehow made it look mature and even beautiful.

"Perci," Harry laughed. They got up and hugged tightly before taking their seats. Perci raised her hand and a barista came over to their table with a small notepad.

"Hello, what would you like today?" She said while eyeing Harry out of the corner of her eye.

Perci gave her a smile and kicked her brother from under the table to stop looking at her. "Hey, may I have a black coffee with the milk boiling, please?" The barista nodded and gave Harry a long look before going to the back. Harry stared after her with a small smirk. When he looked back at his sister she had an eyebrow raised. "She pretty," was all she said before the barista came back with her coffee.

Harry flushed, grinning. He nodded at her outfit and make-up. She looked down. "Oh, a friend of mine got married today. I was his best woman. I don't know if you remember him–Nico." Harry shook his head. She took a sip of her scalding hot coffee, the temperature not affecting her at all. "How is, er, everyone?" Perci asked.

Harry raised a brow this time. "You mean how is Fred?" Perci blushed, but nodded. "He's not doing very well. He's stressed, worrying about you and about his and George's new joke shop." Harry frowned at her expression. "What happened between the two of you before you left?"

"They finally opened their joke shop, eh?" She laughed nervously. Harry crossed his arms. She fiddled with her coffee cup.

"You hate coffee." Harry said gently.

Perci nodded and swiftly wiped a tear off her cheek. "It reminds me of him. The warmth."

Harry put his hand on hers. "Why don't you visit him or at least write back?"

Perci shook her head furiously and spilt her coffee. The barista came over and cleaned it up. Perci fidgeted anxiously. "I-I can't. Too dangerous after what I did. After I killed that man." She took a shaky breath. "Did you know he had a family? Two kids and a wife."

"Perci, you did what you had to do. He chose this life." Harry said. "You, me, and Fred are the only ones that know, right? How could it be dangerous for you to see him?"

"Bellatrix knows." Perci muttered. Harry flinched. He didn't want to talk about her; he didn't want to know the thing that woman did to his sister. "I'm sure she's told Voldemort. I can't–I won't risk him for my selfish needs."

Harry leaned back in his chair. "Do you love him?" The barista came back before she could answer.

"Anything else?" She asked. Perci asked for a to-go cup of her coffee and paid her muggle money.

Harry decided to change the subject. "So you're going back to Hogwarts for your seventh year?"

Perci nodded. "Yeah, I've also got a part time job." She said, looking past Harry.

"With who?" He asked.

"Snape," Harry frowned. Perci rose from her seat and went to a window. She looked at the billboard she had apparated in front of. She motioned for Harry to come over. "Is that Dumbledore?"

Harry groaned and left the cafe with Perci in his tracks. They carefully crossed the train tracks and stood beside Dumbledore. The old wizard looked up at the billboard with wonder.

"The both of you have been reckless this summer." He said, not taking his eyes off the billboard. Perci just shrugged her shoulders.

"I like riding around in trains. Takes my mind off things." Harry caught sight of Dumbledore's hand. It was as black as charcoal.

"Rather unpleasant to behold." Dumbledore said. "The tale is thrilling, if I say so myself, but now is not the time to tell it." He held out both of his arms. "Take my arms."

Perci looked down his dark hand and raised an eyebrow. "Er, Harry? Do you want to take the funky one?" She asked.

Dumbledore gave her a look. After a moment of contemplating she grabbed ahold of it. Harry glanced back at the barista at the cafe. Perci shook her head with a smirk. "Don't do it, Harry. Her hair's probably bigger than your penis. That tends to disappoint some women." Harry glared at her.

"Take my arm, Harry." Dumbledore ordered. Harry groaned, but did as he was told. As soon as they touched, Harry and Perci felt as though they were falling and then had stopped suddenly. Perci calmly stood by Dumbledore when they had arrived with her coffee still in her hand. Harry blinked the stars out of his eyes and regrettably realized he had left his stomach back at the cafe. He was extremely nauseous.

"We–we just apparated, didn't we?" He spoke, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Indeed. Quite surprised, I might add. Most people vomit the first time." Dumbledore said, looking around.

"Harry, if you do puke, go over there. I just got these shoes in Italy." Perci said. Harry rolled his eyes. Dumbledore turned around and began walking.

"Welcome to the charming village of Budleigh Babberton." They came across a grand house with a gate. "I assume you two must be wondering why I have brought you here."

Harry chuckled. "Actually sir, after all these years I just sort of go with it."

Perci shrugged. "I don't really care. This is better than sitting around with my flat-mate watching dog show reruns and listening to his irritating voice."

Harry felt a wave of anger wash over him. She was staying alone in a house with a man? They grew closer to the house. Dumbledore must've felt something for he ordered them to draw their wands. They alight them and stepped into the dark house. It was messier than Perci's cabin was in Camp Half-Blood, and that's saying something. Glass, wood, fabrics, and other household items littered the stained carpet.

"Horace?" Dumbledore whispered. "Horace?"

Perci scowled when a thick liquid dropped into her head and rolled down her face. She wiped it off and looked at her fingers. Blood. She felt like throwing up. "Damn!" She whisper-yelled. Harry motioned at her to shut up. Perci's scowl deepened as she threw him the middle finger. Harry rolled his eyes at his childish sister.

"Sir, why is the whole place trashed except that chair?" Harry pointed at a blue and white striped armchair. Dumbledore frowned and headed toward it. He cautiously poked it with the tip of his wand. Immediately, it sprang to life, a head popping out.

"Merlin's beard!" The head yelled. It got up. "No need to disfigure me, Albus." It began to shake it's arms, the cushioning disappearing.

"Well, I must say, Horace, you make a very convincing armchair." Dumbledore crossed his arms.

"Well, I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?" The man said now fully morphed into an actual person. Dumbledore pointed to the ceiling, lighting up Harry and Perci.

Horace raised his furry, grey eyebrows. "Uh, oh." He looked at the two.

"Oh yes, I believe introductions are in order." Dumbledore grabbed Harry by the shoulder. "This here is Mr. Harry Potter. And his sister, Perci. I'd like for you two to meet an old friend and colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn."

Slughorn stared at Harry in awe. "Harry Potter." He stared as if in a trance before his eyes found Perci. He paled. "Perci Jackson."

Perci smirked at the obvious fear on his face. He must've not heard that she had been cleared from all "killing" Cedric Diggory. "Actually, it's Potter." She informed him. Harry felt a sense of pride when she corrected him. He suppressed a grin. "The place looks like shit," she added.

"So what's with all the theatrics, Horace. You aren't, by any chance, waiting for someone else, were you?" Dumbledore asked, changing the subject. Horace quickly went to shut a door.

"Someone else? I'm sure I don't know what you mean." He said anxiously. Dumbledore gave him a look and he broke. "Alright, the Death Eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year. Do you know what that's like? You can only say no to these people so many times before they... I never stay anywhere for more than a week." Horace quipped. "The muggles who own this place are in the Canary Islands."

"I think he should put it back in order for them, don't you?" Dumbledore waved his wand. Broken glass flew back to the windows and fixed itself. Furniture unflipped and repaired itself. Trinkets fixed themselves. Everything flew back into place. "That was fun. Do you mind if I use the loo?" Horace nodded. "Perci come with me."

"What? I don't need to pee or anything." She said indignantly. Dumbledore, however, drug her along, leaving Harry alone with Horace.

"Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus. The answer's still no. Absolutely and unequivocally no!" He yelled after Dumbledore before giving Harry a nervous smile. The silence was palpable. He chuckled. "You look very like your father. Except for you eyes, you've got–"

"My mother's eyes, yeah." Harry finished. He had heard many times before. "So does Perci, you know."

"Yes, she looks almost just like her. Lily, lovely Lily." Slughorn said. "She was exceedingly bright, your mother. Even more impressive when one considers that she was muggle-born."

That struck a nerve in Harry. "One of my best friends is muggle-born. She's the best in our year."

Slughorn seemed to panic. "Oh, no! Don't think I'm prejudice, no! Your mother was one of my absolute favorites. Look there she is, right in the front." Slughorn pointed to a picture. Harry looked closely. Of course, the picture moved as all magic photos did. His mother stood smiling right next to Slughorn. She was beautiful. "All mine, each and every one. The students, I mean." He pointed to one on the highest shelf. "Recognize Barnabus Cuffe," He laughed. "Editor of the Daily Prophet. Always takes my owls wen I wish to register an opinion on the news of the day."

He pointed to another of a woman riding a broomstick playing quidditch. "Gwenald Jones, captain of the Holly Head Harpies. Free tickets whenever I want." His tone was turning into bragging. Harry took a picture in his hands and stared at it. The boy in the front seemed familiar. "Ah, yes. Regulus Black. You, no doubt, know his older brother Sirius died a couple months ago." Harry silently nodded. "I taught the whole Black family, all except Sirius. It's a shame. Talented boy. I got Regulus later, though. But if had liked the set." He chuckled.

Harry sat the picture down as Dumbledore and Perci entered the room once again. "Horace! You mind if I take this?" He held up a magazine. "I do, very much, enjoy knitting patterns." Harry quickly went to stand beside Perci.

"Yes, of course. But you're not leaving already, are you?" Horace asked.

"Oh, I think I know a lost cause when I see it–regrettable. I would've considered it a great personal triumph if you consented to return to Hogwarts. Oh, well. You're very much like these two Potters, here: one of a kind." Dumbledore laughed. "Well, goodbye, Horace." Dumbledore walked swiftly out the door with the two teenagers following him. As soon as they exited the gate, Slughorn flew out of the house.

"Alright," he called after them, "I'll do it. But I want Professor Maycott's old office, not that water closet I had before. And I expect a raise. These are mad times we live in, mad!" He yelled before slamming his door shut. Dumbledore led them out of the gates community humming all the while.

Harry and Perci caught up with him. "Sir, what was all of that about?" Harry asked.

"You are talented, famous, and powerful–everything that Horace values." Dumbledore spoke to Harry.

Perci scowled. "Thanks, Dumbledore."

She scoffed.

"Perci, he thinks you're a murderer." Dumbledore said. "Professor Slughorn is going to try to collect you, Harry. You will be his crowning jewel. Perci, he may try with you, too, though so I'd be ready." Perci rolled her eyes. She doubted he would. "That's why Slughorn is returning to Hogwarts. It's crucial he should return." They continued to walk until they were out of the sights of all muggles.

"I fear I may have stolen a wonderful night from you, Harry. She was very pretty, the girl. And I'm sure you weren't busy, Perci." She glared at Dumbledore even though he was right.

Harry grinned. "It's alright, sir. I'll go back tomorrow, make some excuse."

"Oh, you two will not be returning tonight." The old wizard said.

"Where are we going?" Perci asked.

"What about Hedwig and my trunk?"

"Both are waiting for you. And I'm sure you have an idea." Dumbledore held out his arm. Harry grabbed it.

"Wait, what?" Was all she could get out before Dumbledore disapparated them out of the muggle village and away from the professor.