Percy's standards for a "good" night's sleep were very low. Which was good, because that thought alone got him up and out of bed when Hermione nearly rammed down the door.

"Percy! You slept through breakfast. Why are you-" Hermione paused, looking at a very disgruntled Percy.

"Time zone." Percy mumbled into his pillow. Normally he wouldn't be very happy with some stranger waking him up, but he also wasn't very happy nowadays so... touché.

"Oh right. You're six hours behind London. Either way, it doesn't matter." Hermione went to leave the room. "We leave for Diagon Alley in half an hour."

"Mhm."

Hermione smiled and left.

Percy rolled over in his bed looking at the clock: 9:30 am. Percy groaned. He was starving and tired. Stumbling out of bed, he took a quick cold shower and got dressed with the spare shirt from his bag. Percy had to make sure to remember to use the mist on his SPQR tattoo, cause the last thing he needed was more questions.

He passed Harry on the way to the kitchen. He was pretty sure Potter mumbled something along the lines of "traitor," "pale," and "not that good looking." Percy said nothing.

"Sorry I missed breakfast Mrs. Weasley." Percy yawned. "It's like 3 am back home."

Molly turned around and smiled at him. "It's no problem dear. But I'm afraid we don't have any pancakes left."

"That's fine. I'm not too hungry anyways." Percy's stomach grumbled.

"Why don't you have a seat and I'll fix you up something to eat."

"No, really it's okay. I don't want you to go through the trouble. I can make something myself if that's alright."

Molly looked at the demigod. He was so polite and well mannered- especially for a boy dropped in the middle of a war. She could hardly believe he was related to You- Know- Who.

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Yeah. Uh, do you have milk and cereal?"

~~~

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in tense silence. They stared at one another, hoping someone would address the elephant in the room. It took until the twins and Ginny to walk in for someone to finally speak.

"Percy seems nice."

"Don't let him fool you, Ginny. He's manipulating all of us into thinking he's not a threat so we put our guard down." Harry replied. "Honestly, we're supposed to believe that he's 19 and doesn't have a wand? Never heard of magic?"

"You heard Dumbledore, Harry. He just learned of his heritage."

"Ron?"

"I agree with 'Mione. He seems like a cool bloke." Ron said.

"Yeah, never woulda've guessed he'd be related to You- Know- Who."

"George just say Voldemort." Hermione looked at the clock. "It's nearly 10. We should be leaving for Diagon Alley. Are you coming?"

Fred shook his head. "George and I are training Ginny on her Quidditch skills. She's already better than you Ron."

"Shut up."

"Right. Come on Harry, Ron, we've got some shopping to do." Hermione stood up and dragged the two boys out of the room with George laughing behind them.

As they walked out of the room, they ran face first into Percy.

"Oh, hey guys."

"Why do you have your bag?"

Percy smiled and rubbed his neck. "Oh, it's got all my stuff so I like to have it with me."

"We're coming back you know." Harry said staring at the backpack. "What's in there anyways?"

Percy shifted on his feet. He couldn't exactly say he had a spare celestial bronze dagger and godly foods in there. "Just the uh, important stuff. Doesn't really matter. Are we leaving now?"

Harry continued to stare at the backpack, no doubt guessing something deadly was going to spontaneously pop out of it.

"Yes. I'm going to apparate us all there, alright?"

"That's the uh, teleporting thing, yeah?"

"Yeah." Ron answered.

~~~

Percy hated apparating. He thought nothing would be worse than shadow traveling, but he was wrong. Very wrong.

"You alright mate?" Ron asked.

"Mhm, yeah just uh, just give me a minute."

"Well. While Percy catches his breath, I made these." Hermione pulled out two lists from her pocket. "One for Percy, and one for us. It has everything we'll need for the school year."

"I don't know what half of these things are."

"You will. Now come on. We've got lots of things to get done." Hermione grabbed Percy's hand. Within a second, Percy froze and shook his hand out of her grasp.

Percy cleared his throat, and put his hands in his pockets. "Where to?"

Hermione unfroze from Percy's sudden reaction. "The um, we need to get you a wand. So, Ollivander's."

"Cool. Lead the way."

The little bell rang as they walked into the store. It smelt old.

It reminded Percy of when he was on that quest with Anna-. Percy shook his head, pushing away the memories. This was completely different. He was with wizards at a wand shop.

Percy looked around. There were stacks of thin boxes, that covered virtually every square inch of the small shop.

"Hello?" Ron called out. No response.

"Is there normally someone here?"

"Harry Potter!"

Percy whipped around with his pen nearly uncapped, until he saw the owner of the voice.

An old man with crazy white hair appeared from behind a stacked shelf.

"My my, how long it has been Mr. Potter! So good to see you!" Ollivander exclaimed, shaking Harry's hand.

Harry smiled, "You too."

"And my, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley! How you've both grown!" Ron and Hermione smiled in thanks. "Now what brings you three back to my shop? Didn't break our wands did we?" Ollivander looked at Ron.

"Um, no sir. We need to get our friend Percy here, a wand." Hermione replied, pushing Percy towards Ollivander.

"Ah, I see."

"Um, hello. I'm Percy Jackson." Percy said. Ollivander looked at him.

"You're related to Mr. Riddle, yes?" Percy looked at Hermione in question. 'Voldemort' she mouthed.

Percy slowly nodded to Ollivander as he watched Harry glower at the question.

"I have just the wand for you." Percy wasn't sure if the lack of conversation was a bad thing, but he was really hoping not every store owner in the Alley knew of his descent.

"Uh, sir, how did you um, know?"

Ollivander returned with a box. "I always know my customers. I've been waiting for you to come in here for a while now. Here," he handed Percy the box, "try this one."

"How?"

"Just flick it, Percy." Hermione answered.

Percy held the wand. It looked nice. He flicked it. Papers flex everywhere, and the room all together looked like a tornado passed through.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

Ollivander took back the wand. "Interesting..." He murmured as he went to grab another.

Percy opened his mouth, and before he could ask, Hermione answered him. "The wand chooses the wizard."

"Try this one."

The wand trials went on for a while. It took at least seven different wands for Mr. Ollivander to get frustrated. "Never in my life have I had such difficulty matching a wand to a wizard!"

Percy looked down. The shop was in absolute chaos, and he felt bad for the work Hermione was doing to fix it. "Why aren't the wands working?" He asked. He didn't want to be rude, but he had to try and help. "Maybe there's something I could do...?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"Um, sorry, what?" Percy did not want to go into detail with his life. Especially to a stranger, and especially in front of Harry.

"The wands that I think would match you, don't. How old are you, Mr. Jackson?"

"Nineteen."

"Have you faced hardships, Percy?"

Percy almost laughed at the question. If only he knew. "Yes."

Harry scoffed. He doubted that very much.

Ollivander adopted a thoughtful expression. "I wonder..." The old man rushed down an aisle, and after a few seconds, returned with another box. Ollivander looked unsure at his own suggestion, but offered the wand to Percy. "Try... this."

Hesitantly, Percy took hold of the wand and flicked it. Without warning, a strong sea breeze ran through the store. Percy felt alive. Strong. Better than he had in months. He looked at Ollivander expectantly.

The old wizard stared at Percy in shock. He didn't actually think the wand would pick him.

"Mr. Ollivander, is everything alright?" Percy questioned.

"Remarkable."

"What? What is?" Harry asked. What was so special about Percy's wand?

"A one of a kind." Ollivander looked at Percy with admiration. "12 inch, Cypress wood with a phoenix feather core."

"What makes it special?" Harry pressed.

Ollivander didn't break eye contact with Percy, which was starting to weird the demigod out. "The wand only bonds with a wizard who has a self- sacrificing nature. Someone who is both brave and bold, yet honorable and loyal; ready to lay down their lives for those they love." Ollivander explained.

Percy stared back at him in silent understanding. His fatal flaw would have him die if it meant saving his loved ones.

Harry looked downright upset that there was proof that Percy differed from Voldemort's nature. How was he supposed to hate him, and prove that he was a death eater, if this wand chose him?

"Is it powerful?" Harry asked.

Ollivander broke eye contact with Percy to look at Harry. "Very."

"Mr. Ollivander, how much do we owe you for the wand?" Hermione asked.

The wizard looked at Hermione, "It's free of charge."

"Are you sure, sir?" Percy questioned.

"Yes. Now, then. I suspect you have much shopping to do." Ollivander ushered the wizards and witch out of the store. "It was wonderful seeing you three again. Ah, Percy-" Percy turned around at his name. "This wand, I said it attaches itself to a self- sacrificing person." Percy nodded. He heard that. "The wand, the wizard rather-"

"Sir?" Percy wasn't sure why the old wizard was nervous.

Ollivander took a breath. "In the past, wizards with this wand, not the core specifically, but the wood-"

"Sir."

"They tend to die heroic deaths."

Percy cracked a smile. "To be honest, Mr. Ollivander, I can't really see it any other way."

Ollivander gazed at Percy with respect shining in his eyes. "You will do great things Mr. Jackson."

"Thank you." Percy glanced out the door at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "I, uh, I should be going."

"Of course, of course. It has been an honor to meet you."

~~~

After a tiring day shopping for wizard school supplies, Percy was worn out. He hadn't expected it to be that difficult, but shopping for books with Hermione was almost as bad as- it was just difficult.

"Wait what does this say?" Percy held up a book.

"Percy, it says Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Do you know how to read?"

"Hey, I'm Percy, I'm nineteen, and I never learned how to read."

Hermione wasn't amused. Percy thought it was hilarious, and silently thanked Leo for- Percy took a deep breath. And another one.

"Ahaha, no. I'm just messing with you. I have dyslexia."

"Oh. Oh!" Hermione gasped. "Oh my gosh, okay. That would have been great to know before hand, Percy."

Percy smiled sheepishly in return.

Other than shopping for books and his wand, everything else went relatively well. Percy was certain after not being attacked by a monster during his wizard trip, that magic acted as a barrier for monsters. And he was not complaining about that.

"So what now?" Percy asked Hermione and Ron as they sorted through their school supplies.

"Now," Hermione finished counting her ink bottles, "we tutor you so you're ready to go by the time we get to Hogwarts."

"Hogfarts?"

"Hogwarts." Ron corrected, laughing.

Percy chuckled. "Yeah, that's not much better."

"'Mione, d' you think Harry'll join us?"

"Probably not." Hermione glanced at Percy. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay. If anything I should apologize to the both of you for causing friendship problems."

"He'll get over it." Ron looked at Hermione, disbelievingly. "He will." She affirmed. "Anyways, we've got about two weeks to get you caught up, plus the train ride."

"Right then. Let's get started."