The Forgotten Olympian |BOOK 1| PJO X HP | Alexandra Marine

Chapter 100 - Alex - I Wanna Kill Everyone

For the first time in forever, Ron and Hermione sat with us in the same room.

Hermione was in a very strange panic mode. "There is literally no case against him!" she fumed. "There's so much evidence that the dementors actually attacked him!"

I felt rather sad for the girl. Slowly, I patted her shoulder. Hermione shivered. She seemed surprised by the fact that I was even trying to be sympathetic, like she didn't know I had feelings before. I smiled. "You know that there's evidence that will help him. Then why worry? He's going to win."

A white owl swooped into the room. It pecked at Ron's fingers, biting as though it needed some sort of answer.

"What is that?" Percy asked.

"Hedwig," Ron answered. "Harry's owl. He sent us an owl days ago asking for answers."

"What answers?" Annabeth asked, confused.

"He wanted to know what's going on here," Hermione answered. 

"And why can't you just tell him?" Nico asked, now intrigued by the conversation, looking up from his cards. 

Ron said through gritted teeth. "Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?" I asked. "What about him?"

"He made us swear we'd never tell him about the Order of the Phoenix," Hermione said. "We wanted to, but-"

Her voice was interrupted by the sound of the door clicking open. 

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, and ran out of the room. Ron followed. 

I could only catch a glimpse of the boy before Hermione literally pounced on him.  "HARRY! Ron, he's here, Harry's here! We didn't hear you arrive! Oh, how are you? Are you all right? Have you been furious with us? I bet you have, I know our letters were useless--but we couldn't tell you anything, Dumbledore made us swear we wouldn't, oh, we've got so much to tell you, and you've got things to tell us--the dementors! When we heard--and that Ministry hearing--it's just outrageous, I've looked it all up, they can't expel you, they just can't, there's provision in the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery for the use of magic in life-threatening situations--" 

"Let him breathe, Hermione," said Ron, grinning as he closed the door behind Harry.

Still beaming, Hermione let go of Harry.

Harry Potter was a rather tall boy, with round rimmed glasses, a thin face, and untidy jet-black hair that fell on his forehead.  His almond shaped eyes had green irises. He could have been my brother, for all I could have known, except he did not have the tan that was superbly famous for all us Greek demigods and Percy had more sharper features.

The boy turned to us. His face turned to a scowl. "Who are they?"

"We're Sirius' cousins' kids," Percy introduced us, "Percy Jackson, Alexandra Marine and Nico Di Angelo."

"I didn't know there were more Blacks in all of England," Harry muttered.

"We're from the States," Annabeth said. "My name's Annabeth, I'm Percy's girlfriend. This is Jason and that's Will."

"We're transferring from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts," Jason informed.

Harry stared at all of us for two minutes straight. 

Before Hermione could say another word there was a soft whooshing sound and Hedwig landed gently on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed.

The snowy owl clicked her beak and nibbled his ear affectionately as Harry stroked her feathers.

"She's been in a right state," said Ron. "Pecked us half to death when she brought your last letters, look at this--"