The True Halv Blood Prince

On the second day of school Percy found himself running late. He had woken up late, stayed at breakfast for far too long and was now currently lost trying to get to class. And the worst part? The class he was late for was potions. There goes Percy's idea of making a good first impression on Snape.

'Okay, I'm pretty sure I passed this lamp three times now!' Percy groaned as he looked around frantically searching for the potions dungeon.

Just then a whiff of something salty floated across the air. The neutral smell of the dungeon made the smell stand out even more. Percy stopped running and took a deep breath.

'This smells like….like horklump juice!' Percy recognized that ingredient instantly. It was widely used and very powerful. And it was coming from right behind him!

Percy turned around immediately and ran toward the scent. He sniffed the air again and again slowly drawing near. He turned a corner and saw a double door wide open with a class inside. Percy grinned as he charged inside, crossing the threshold mere moment before the bell rang signaling the start of class.

"Yes!" Percy fist pumped, "I made it!"

The students that had already arrived turned around had stared at Percy. The demigod noticed that most of them were Slytherin or Ravenclaw with only a handful of Gryffindors. Of said Gryffindors Percy noticed Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia and one more dark skinned boy Percy didn't recognize.

"Hey guys, damn, that was close huh? Did the professor arrive yet?" Percy asked waving at them. However they didn't wave back. They looked scared. Angelina and Alicia had frightened looks on their face while the twins and their friends did their best not to burst out laughing.

Percy blinked, "don't tell me….he's right behind me isn't he?"

"Indeed he is," came a dragging voice from behind Percy.

Slowly the demigod turned around and was face to face with a man with a hook like nose and greasy hair. The man was shorter than Percy, but his glare made Percy feel very very small.

Percy gulped as he put on his best smile, "h-hello sir."

"Mr. Jackson," the man replied coldly, "you were almost late."

"Almost being the keyword," Percy laughed. But Snape did not. Percy slowly stopped laughing, "I'm sorry sir. I'm still not used to the castle's lay out, I got lost a few times."

"You should have asked one of your house mates to show you to your class," Snape stepped passed Percy walking inside.

"They weren't really free," Percy scratch his head, "plus they were late themselves."

"Typical Hufflepuff behaviour," Snape snarled, "5 points from Hufflepuff."

"Wait seriously? For what?"

Snape glared at Percy, "for your obvious inability to take this class seriously. Now take your seat, or do you wish to make that 10 points?"

"Nope! Your wish is my command!" Percy called out as he ran towards the free seat next to the twin's black friend. He saw Snape glare at him, but the man turned around ignoring Percy cheek.

"As you all know only the finest brewers are allowed in my class. As such only those who have scored an EE or above allowed in this class, so I expect you give the proper discipline and respect this subject deserves," Snape shot a glare at Fred and George who did nothing but node serious in return. Though Percy could see the hint of a smile in the corner of their mouths.

Snape sneered at the Gryffindors and the single Hufflepuff before turning back to the class, "today we have a special project. Can anyone tell me what this is," Snape pointed at a cauldron boiling in front of the class. Most had to go closer to even try to get a better look, but Percy didn't. He recognized it from the vapour and smell alone.

Percy's hand shot up. Snape stopped glaring at everyone as he looked in mild surprise at Percy's hand. "Mr. Jackson."

"It's called the Draught of the Living Death, it's extremely powerful and anyone who drinks it will be put in an almost irreversible state of near death like slumber."

"And how does one cure this?"

"I would think by using the Wiggenweld Potion. It's simple enough, strangely, though very difficult to brew because of it's ingredients. There is even an example of this happening in history, where a prince used the Wiggenweld Potion on his lips of kiss and awaken a princess who was under the Draught of Living Death. I believe that was where the fairy tale of Snow White came from."

The students looked impressed, not including the Slytherins of course, Fred and George whistled in amazement when Percy was done. Snape however did nothing. He simply looked into Percy's eyes and stared. He waited for a moment before he nodded, "correct. 5 points to Hufflepuff."

The twins dropped their jaws, even Angelina and Alicia looked amazed as they stared at Percy. Percy tightened his eyebrow wondering why they acted so surprised, he told them he was good at potions.

"Today you all will attempt to brew the Draught of Living Death. Attempt being the keyword. This is not a simple task, nor one I expect you to complete. Look into your textbooks for the ingredients you will need. You have an hours time," Snape swished his wand, "you may begin!"

Percy took out his book and found the potion immediately. He quickly gathered all that he would need and began the potion. He filled the cauldron with water first, making sure to hide that fact that he did this with his godly powers and not magic.

Percy then looked over the potion and the instructions over and over again. And something seemed off. The effect that the book described would not happen with the ingredients provided. Percy's instincts were screaming at him to change the ingredients, and he trusted them more than anything else in life. He remembered the first potion he ever made, and when Hecate showed him the official recipe he realised that what the book said, and what should be done may not always be the same thing.

Percy began preparing the ingredients quickly. He powdered Asphodel roots with a simple grinding charm reducing to the fine powder state he needed. He dissected the sloth brain needed and made sure to keep the parts separate so as to not dump the thing all at once, lest the effect not be effectively felt.

He then got to the Sopophorous beans. Here was the tricky part. These things were poisonous and were the main reason the draught was so deadly. Percy needed their juice, which was very hard to bring out. He couldn't cut it, he learnt from personal experience that was a stupid thing to do. So instead he crushed the beans with his bare hands pouring the liquid into the cauldron directly not wasting a single drop.

At this point Percy was so focused in completing the potion he didn't even realise Snape hovering behind him staring at the way Percy worked.

To say Snape was impressed was an understatement. He had never seen someone work so efficiently, especially not a Puff. It was like he knew exactly what to do. Snape had to even rear in his surprise when he saw Percy put an extra Sopophorous bean into the mix, his confidence not shaken a bit when he did so going off the book.

Snape continued walking around the room watching everyone else, making sure they didn't do something stupid. But he always had one eye on Percy Jackson, the Hufflepuff that was somehow beating Snape's own record time in creating the potion.

At the 40 minute mark Percy put his cauldron on simmer as it turned into the pale pink hue the book said it should be. Percy grinned at that, he trusted his instincts and it didn't fail him. He even went so far as adding a clockwise spin to it in the end to make the sloth brain more reactive.

The demigod stepped away from his desk and began to pack up. He cleaned his instruments and hands, Hecate had drilled the habit of keeping his workstation and self clean at all time when working with potions or else the ingredient you used for the last potion might seeped into your next one.

"Mr. Jackson," Snape called out as he walked, or rather gliding like a freaking vampire!, towards Percy's desk. He looked into Percy's cauldron and for a second Snape's eyes went wide in shock and surprise. He quickly schooled his features and walked away saying nothing.

"Mate, how did you finish it so fast?" Lee Jordan asked, the twins friend, as Percy later learned.

"I'm good with potions," Percy shrugged back as he looked at Lee's potion. It was maroon, not a good sign. "You need help with that?"

"Please," Lee sighed. Percy did what he could, but there was no way to correct Lee's potion before the one hour mark was up. But at least he had gotten the potion to a few shades lighter, that was a big achievement in Percy's book.

"In the allotted time I have given you only one has been able to successfully create the Draught," Snape said causing everyone to whisper in curiosity. Snape turned to Percy, "Mr. Jackson, you are the now only the second student in the history of Hogwarts to have ever successfully created this potion in the time given. You have even gone as far as beating the old time of 50 minutes by a good 10 minute gap. Congratulations."

The entire class turned as one and gaped. Percy smiled pridefully, he knew he had done it, he didn't need Snape to say it, but it did feel good to have the man acknowledge his skills. Fred and George grinned playfully while the Slytherin's looked murderous to say the least.

"As for your reward," Snape reached into his robes and pulled out a small glass vial that shined gold. Percy eyes widened as he gasped in surprise. "From your reaction I'm guessing you know what this is?"

Percy nodded silently, "i-it's Felix Felicis, liquid luck. One drop and you are guaranteed a day unlike any other. The ability to make the universe your bitch, in a bottle."

Snape gave a small smile at Percy's comment about the universe and nodded, "correct. One drop, and you will have the best day in your life. And it," Snape approached Percy placing the bottle at his desk, "is your prize. Congratulations Mr. Jackson. You have earned it."

Percy held the position in shaking hands as he and the Gryffindors walked out of the potions class.

"I can't believe it Percy! You actually got Snape to give you points! Do you know how amazing that is?!" George yelled.

"Not to mention the fact that he made Snape smile!" Lee cried out, "and don't tell me you didn't see the man do that! He totally smiled!"

"Well it wasn't really a smile-" Fred argued.

"-More like a smirk-" George agreed.

"-Like a small smirk-"

"-Actually it wasn't even a smirk, it was a small twitch of the lips really."

"Oh get off it!" Angelina said elbowing her boyfriend in the gut, "you both are just jealous he did something you three idiots have been trying to do for the last five years."

"Us?"

"Jealous?!"

"No!"

"Never!"

"That's crazy!"

"Well..."

Maybe..."

"Just a little."

"Oh okay fine."

"We are just a bit jealous," Fred and George admitted.

Lee looked at Percy's shaken face, "are you okay mate? You look like you've seen you-know-who."

Percy snapped out of his trance, "I'm sorry what?"

"Are you okay Percy?" Alicia asked, "you don't look good."

"Yeah, that's because I'm not good Alicia, not good at all," he held up the golden potion he was given, "do you even know what this thing is?"

"Yeah, you told us, bottled luck and all that," Angelina explained.

"Yeah, but it's more than just that," Percy sighed, "okay look. Potions get harder and harder the more effective they are. A potion to cure boils? Easy. It only affects the drinker so it isn't hard to do. A potion to cure a potion? Even easier as you only have to focus on certain elements to heal. But a potion that can affect not just the drinker but world around him? That my friends is stepping into the domain of the Gods."

"Percy, they way you are talking is kind of scary," Lee said looking at the Felix Felicis, "is it really that dangerous?"

"Lee, the ingredient used for this thing are Ashwinder egg, Squill bulb, Murtlap tentacle, Tincture of thyme, Occamy eggshell and Powdered common rue. Expensive as fuck to say the least. And it takes over six months to brew, along with various other thousand miror things to do."

"Damn, so Snape must have put a lot of hard work into this thing huh?" George commented as he tried to get a closer look only for Percy to pocket it before he could even get close, "hey! Way to be the trusting sort!"

"George, it honestly doesn't matter about the price of the ingredients or the long process needed. All off that is insignificant for the reward. The ability to make the odds ever in your favour."

"But that's only for a day."

"Yes...but a perfect day," Percy said in a dangerous tone, "and I of all people know how much a day can change," Percy recalled the day that changed his life. The longest day of his life.

"Percy...you seem pretty good in potions right?" Lee asked getting a snort in response from the demigod in question, "Right, okay. So if you are the good and know so much about the Felix Felicis, why don't you just make your own?"

"One, it's expensive as hell. Two, I didn't have time to make it. And three consumption in large quantities can be deadly to say the least."

"Okay, the first point I get, money and all," Angelina began, "but the other two isn't really an issue is it? I mean you didn't have time before because you were at him. But you have nothing to do in Hogwarts do you? You have nothing but time. And as for the last one….well you just have to make sure you don't drink it all at once right?"

Percy stopped stunned at her argument. He looked at the chaser and blinked, "you're amazing."

"Watch it Jackson, she's mine," George said putting his hand around Angelina's neck kissing her cheek playfully.

Percy and the Gryffindors separated soon, the lions had to go to their tower while Percy returned to the Hufflepuff common room. Snape had given them homework already and Percy sat down to finish it.

While he worked on that though he couldn't help but wonder about Angelina's suggestion. He could in fact make his own luck. He was certainly skilled enough, no doubt about that and had the time and several empty places to brew said potion. And while the ingredient were pricely Hecate would be more than willing to foot the bill. If not Percy would just have to make his own money, maybe finally sell people the quick quills for a reasonable price.

Percy smiled, 'damn….one perfect day...imagine what I could do with that.' Percy wasn't ambitious like a politician or a queen bee desperate for attention. But he was ambitious in another way. He wanted excitement, he wanted adventure, he didn't like the threats on his life that those adventures brought, but hey, you can't have it all.

Percy finished the assignment by the time the bell rang for the next period. He managed to catch up to one of his friends this time and have him take Percy to the transfiguration classroom.

The class was similar to the Charms room, though it had less shiny trinkets lying around and more random junk. Though since this was transfiguration, Percy figured said junk was going to be transformed into other junk.

Percy sat with his house mates near the back as they waited in excitement for the new class to start. Unfortunately it was all for nothing as Mcgonagall decided to pull a Flitwick and spent the class lecturing them about what it meant to take NEWT level transfiguration and how they were expected to take this seriously.

At the end of the class Percy walked away disappointed, he had homework to do and a summary on the goals of the year. But not much else.

After lunch Percy had a free hour which he spent finishing his transfiguration homework and then exploring the castle once more. He started thinking of ways to create a map of the place, but so far had nothing.

The only way he could even think of something like that which worked was by using charms to send out waves of magic to mp out the surrounding area. Like a bat using sonar. And if Percy created something like that he didn't even have to limit such a map to only Hogwarts! He could use it to map out any location! So maybe not a charm, but a spell for sure.

The next class was Arithmancy which was decent. Professor Vector had finally started teaching something seriously, and while it was just formula and sums Percy was glad to be actually learning something for once.

At the end of the class Percy walked up to professor Vector and handed in his homework assignment.

Vector looked over the parchment and blinked, "you finished all this already? I expected these to be submitted only by next week Mr. Jackson."

"Yeah I know. But I kind of got bored, I have a lot of free periods so I figured why not just finish them off right now when it's done."

"I see," Vector looked across each completed sum and formula Percy had written down and smiled. "Very good Mr. Jackson, keep up this type of dedication and you will get top marks in this class. 10 points to Hufflepuff."

Percy grinned, "thank you ma'am," Percy and Kelly high fived and quickly left the classroom.

The Next day morning Percy sat with his friends eating a healthy plate of toast, bacon, eggs and a glass of OJ. Kelly herself was once again playing with the red rubber ball Percy made for her while the others talked about their classes for the day.

"Hey Percy, what do have for today?" Gordon asked.

"Well I have Runes and then a double period of DADA, oh and Charms after that. Should be fun. You guys?"

"Well we have divination in the first period, but we will see you in DADA and charms," Miguel explained.

"Cool," Percy munched on his bacon egg sandwich as he looked toward the Hufflepuff hourglass. It displayed that the house had won so far 105 points. Percy had won 100 of those points personally, and it made him quite proud to be able to admit that.

Just then the morning owl came in searching. Percy saw Hoothoot approach him as it swooped down and grabbed a claw full of bacon off off Percy's plate. "Hey! Give me back my bacon Hoothoot!" The owl instead flew into the air and threw the bacon up catching it with it's beak and chewing it quickly.

It landed only when it finished eating, burping right into Percy's face. The demigod growled, "I hate you so much."

"Hoot?" Hoothoot extended his leg showing off two letters before suddenly taking it back and pointing to the window, "Hoot? Hoot?"

"No! No please! Don't do that! I take it back! I don't hate you! You are the best owl ever!"

"Hoot!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you want," Percy pushed his plate, "take it! It's yours! It's all yours!"

"Hoot!" the owl seemed to smile as it began to eat Percy's breakfast.

The demigod sighed, 'crazy owl,' he untied the two letters Hoothoot had attached to his leg and looked them over. Both had his name on the cover in delicate feminine handwriting. Obviously they were from Chanel and the others, and Percy did not want the guys around him wondering who the letters were from. The last thing he needed was rumours that he was getting letters from veela cheerleaders.

Percy quickly put the letters in the mokeskin bag he had around his necks and quickly made himself another sandwich.

"Who were the letters from Percy?" Michael asked.

"My aunt," Percy lied smoothly, "she got worried."

"Aren't you going to read them now?" Gordan asked raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"No, I'll do it later, maybe after dinner or something," Percy shrugged before they all returned to their meal. Gordan looked curious, but said nothing.

The first period of runes passed without incident. Percy spent most of his time teaching Angelina how to carve runes using only an imber knife. After the class he and Angelina walked together to the DADA classroom where they split up going to sit their own house mates.

Class started quickly as Moody walked in with his signature limp eyeing everyone with his creepy fake eye. He looked around the classroom meeting everyone in the eye. He and Percy made eye contact for a second, and Percy his danger sense tingle. He didn't know why. But this guy was bad news.

"If you have taken this class then that means you are serious about defense or you just got a really good score on your OWLs," Moody grumbled as the class laughed. Percy however wasn't laughing, and neither was Moody, "quite! You think this is a joke?! This is life and death! Unlike other classes where you can get hurt if you mess around in class, here you can die if you don't focus!"

The class was deadly silent as Moody glared at everyone there. "Now...let's begin. Today I am supposed to give you a speech about how DADA should not be taken lightly, about how you can be in real danger if you fool around in my class. But if you don't know that already then you deserve whatever's coming to you."

Percy blinked in surprise. Moody's speech was a lot like Snape's, they even had the same patented glare, which was really creepy if they use it on you.

"Dark magic isn't a game boys and girls, it's very very dangerous," he tapped his peg leg, "it took my one good leg. And my eye," Moody growled as his eye spun around his socket wildly, "look at my face, and you will see just how bad things can truly become if you let it."

The class was stunned as they realized every single scar on Moody's body was given to him by a dark magic user. And the fact that he was still alive was a testament to his pain.

"I won't sugar coat this," Moody explained as he leaned back on his table, resting his legs, "magic is dangerous. Dark magic is even more so. If you wish to protect yourself, if you wish to spare you friends and family the horror that come with this world of ours, the you must learn how to defend yourself."

Moody looked around for a few seconds to see if anyone reacted before nodding, "alright then. Let's begin with something simple. What are the three unforgivables?"

Many hands shot up, among them was Percy. Moody pointed at a Slytherin who grinned and said, "the imperius."

"Correct," Moody nodded, "used by many powerful and evil wizards. Voldemort chief among them," suddenly the entire class flinched. Percy was startled at such a reaction, Harry told him how people normally reacted to Voldemort's name, but this was ridiculous!

"You there, what's the next one?" Moody pointed at a boy in the back with Ravenclaw robes.

"T-the Cruciatus curse sir," the boy gulped looking scared at Moody's pointed look.

Moody nodded, "yes….the cruciatus. Very easy to perform…..and very painful."

"Have you been under it sir?" Fred asked suddenly. Alicia and Angelina elbowed him cursing him for asking the question.

"No, no it's alright," Moody waved the girls to stop, "yes Mr. Weasley, I have been under it."

"How did it feel sir?" George asked the question on everyone's mind.

"Like you would do anything to make it stop. Even kill your brother and family," Moody said in a hollow tone as he looked down in sorrow. No one knew what to say, they didn't think anything they could say would comfort the man. But before long Moody looked up, his face cold once more, "anyone care to give me the last curse?"

"The killing curse," Percy spoke out.

"Yes," Moody nodded, "unblockable, unstoppable. Completely destructive. No one has ever survived it….well, almost no one."

The class continued on for sometime as Moody took his sweet time drilling the effects and consequences of the spells into their heads. They did everything except learn about said spells, which was a good thing in Percy's book.

Percy and the others walked back to the Great Hall for lunch with the Gryffindors talking about what they saw and did. When the reached the Great Hall Percy saw Harry and his friends talking to each other in hushed tones.

"Hey guys you go ahead, I'm going to talk to Harry for a bit," Percy told Gordan and the others. The Hufflepuff boys nodded and went to their table for lunch while Percy walked up to Harry.

"Hey you three, is this seat taken?" Percy asked walking next to them.

"Hey Percy, not at all, please," Harry moved to the left a bit allowing Percy to sit between him and Hermione.

"Thanks," Percy smiled as he sat down and conjured a red ball for Kelly to play with while he ate.

"That's a NEWT level conjuration spell," Hermione said as she saw Kelly play with the ball, "the elasticity, colour and bounce are nearly perfect!"

"Well I am a NEWT level student yeah?" Percy chuckled.

"So what do you think of Hogwarts so far Percy?" Ron asked in between large mouthfuls of food.

Percy scrunched his eyebrows, "okay Ron, no disrespect, but for the love of the Gods, chew your food and then speak!"

Hermione huffed, "I have been trying to tell him that for years!"

Harry chuckled, "and yet he still won't listen."

"Well he better or it's all on him," Percy warned.

Ron huffed, "and why is that?"

"Because girls don't want to go out with slobs," Percy said with a grin causing Ron to turn red in the face.

"Alright," Ron said quietly as he chewed his food in small bitfulls. Hermione and Harry looked shocked as they looked at Percy in amazement.

"See, all you have to do is find a way to make them want to behave," Percy grinned as he quickly pilled up his lunch and ate, "and to answer your question Ron, I'm loving this place! Seriously! Magic at every turn! So many things to explore! But the classes are a bit boring though."

"What!?" Hermione shirked, "how can you say that?"

"Oh relax Hermione, Percy's a genius, even though he doesn't look like it. To him the classes are probably a bit boring," Harry chuckled as Percy glared at him.

"I don't know if you are mocking me or trying to be supportive," Percy grumbled.

"So did you have DADA yet?" Hermione asked as they ate lunch.

"Oh yeah, just finished it this morning," Percy shivered, "I don't know why but Moody creeps the hell out off me! I think it's eye, so creepy."

"Yeah, my dad said that he got it made after he lost his real one," Ron informed them through much smaller bites of food.

"I see," Harry said as he turned to Percy, "so what's it like?"

"The class? Honestly it's not bad. We just got a brush up on a few curses, but he made them interesting. Even his lectures weren't all that boring, unlike a certain charms professor I know."

"Professor Flitwick is plenty interesting," Hermione defended, "you were just probably not paying attention."

Percy rolled his eyes, "yeah sure. Anyway I'm sure you guys will enjoy his class. He's very interesting to say the least. But..."

"But?" Harry asked.

"I...I don't know man. There's something wrong," Percy groaned, "I get their weird feeling everytime I'm around him. Maybe it's that creepy eye of his or something, but I do not feel safe."

"Oh I'm sure it's just your imagination running wild," Hermione dismissed his worries, "by the way Percy have you heard about the house elves employed in Hogwarts?!"

Percy nodded, "ah yeah. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History. Why?"

"Hermione just found out that all our meals are created by house elves," Harry explained, "she's been screaming at anyone who listens that it's slavery and demanding that it stops."

"That's silly," Percy snorted, "if you do that then they would die!"

"What?!" Hermione shrieked, "what do you mean die?"

"Well I mean die….you do know how house elves work right?" Percy raised with a raised eyebrow.

Hermione turned red, "I-I have not gotten the chance yet."

"Well you should, I'm pretty sure there's at least one book on the library explaining them to you. I would recommend the seventh year book on care of magical creatures, House Elves are pretty complex creatures you know."

Hermione agreed and they all had their lunch together. After lunch Percy went out with his Hufflepuff year mates. They all had free period and decided to spend it walking around Hogwarts grounds.

The castle was built on the base of a rocky mountain, but the path leading up to the gates was a nice sloppy hill that came down to the black lake and forbidden forest at the end.

Percy's saw a small wooden hut at the edge of the forest, apparently that was where Professor Hagrid lived.

The Puff's walked around the lake edge throwing stones into the water. Percy smiled as he smelt the fresh scent of the water, "this place is nice."

"Yeah, we come here to relax once in awhile," Heather explained, "unfortunately it doesn't really last as it becomes cold as hell once November begins. So we try and get a few days before that."

"Nice," Percy grinned as they found a place near the lake edge and sat near a large mass of stone that served as a resting spot for them.

"You know Percy, I've been thinking about what you said," Michael began as he yawned, "we should change our names. Puff's does make us sound like a pastries."

"Thank you!" Percy cried out, "Gods I was beginning to think it was just me!"

"So what should we change it too?" Miguel asked.

"How about….The Huffs?" Kristen suggested.

"Boo!"

"Huffs? Really Kristien?"

"Your idea was bad and you should feel bad!"

Kristien rolled her eyes, "fine, what do you suggest?"

"Oh I know! We can call ourselves the Badgers!" Margaret exclaimed, "like the Gryffindors call themselves lions and we call Slytherin's snakes! We can be the Badgers!"

"Kind of obvious don't you think?" Percy said.

"Not really," Gordan said, "nobody really calls us that. But that's because Badgers aren't really all that intimidating."

"What? Are you joking? Of course they are!" Percy exclaimed, "Honey Badgers are actually one of the bravest animals on the planet! They fight bees, snakes, birds and even other honey badgers! Honey Badgers are awesome!"

"And how exactly do you know all this?" Kristen asked.

"Because my aunt took me too the zoo recently and I was bored as fuck," Percy explained as he recalled the day he and Hecate spent in Central Park Zoo. He remembered the animals he saw that day, and honey badger was one of the coolest ones there.

"Okay...so we start calling ourselves the Badgers?" Juan asked, "not bad….but I still feel like we are missing something."

"Oh I know! We need to update you slogan!" Heather examined.

"Slogan?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah! Like Gryffindors are the brave lions, Ravenclaws are the smart eagles and Slytherin's were the sneaky snakes! We never really had one like that, we were just the loyal Puff's. So if we are going to call ourselves badgers than we need to come up with a cool slogan."

They thought for a long time but didn't come up with anything. Finally Percy grinned and spoke, "Honey badger don't give a damn." The students looked at Percy who grinned, "cool right?"

"Really? Honey Badger don't give a damn?" Juan scoffed, "come on Percy be serious."

"Hey I am serious! They think we Puff's-I mean, we badgers are useless. They don't think we are smart, cunning or brave. They think we don't care about anything, so, Honey Badger don't give a damn! It's perfect! They don't think about us, so we don't give a damn about them. We don't give a damn!"

"Well it is kind of appropriate," Miguel argued, "they hate us, so we don't give a damn about them."

"But how are we going to get them to call is that?" Michael asked, "I mean it's not like they are just going to do it if we ask them nicely."

"Don't worry, we'll think of something," Gordan waved his concern, "first we start calling ourselves badgers, and then whenever the Ravenclaws make fun of us or the Slytherin start bullying us we just say that we don't give a damn!"

The other badgers cheered as they quickly began talking about how the other would react and how to get there other year badgers fo agree. Gordon said that it would be a problem, that most of the younger students would listen to them without question and the seventh years didn't really care what they did as they were to busy studying for their NEWT. One could say they didn't give a damn.

That night after dinner Percy sat in a large velvet chair in the common room. It was pretty late in the night and the others had already gone to their rooms. Percy and a few other younger Badgers stayed back down, talking into the night or in some rare cases doing homework.

Percy reached into his mokeskin pouch and pulled out the letters Hoothoot brought to him. He carefully opened the first one and the aroma of Chanel's perfume hit him like a bullet.

Dear Pudding,

Hello Percy, it's so nice to hear from you. We missed you very much, me most of all my little green eyed pudding. I still remember that night we spent very clearly, somedays I wake up disappointed that we didn't have a repeat of that night. It's sad, but that is the life of a cheerleader on the road.

I'm currently in Germany for a small time broom racing event with the other girls, our agency got us this job in the last moment, but it's good pay so I'm not complaining. I don't really have much to do when I'm not cheerleading. Usually I like to read books or watch movies, but like you said shopping is one of the few things I do for fun. The girls and I are planning to go around Germany on a tour after this event is over, hopefully by then I will have found a way to pass the time better.

I'm curious to know how Hogwarts is, Catherine is the only one who has seen the place in real life and as you know she isn't the most unbiased person around. And you are right, calling yourself a Puff does make you sound like a pastry.

Also regarding the triwizard tournament, you should definitely join. So what if it is unfair they select you over everyone else? You are clearly better than them and if they can't handle it tough. Shine brightly little pudding, and if you do get selected I'll drag the rest of us to England and cheer you on!

With Love,

Chanel Brown

Veela cheerleader

P.S. I hope you enjoy the photo, it's a little something for you to remember me by for the next time we meet.

P.S.S. By the way, we all decided to call you pudding from now on. Because you're sweet and loveable. Like pudding!

Percy's eyes went wide as he looked inside the envelop and sure enough there was a small hand sized picture of Chanel. The veela was on her bed in her cheerleader uniform, she slowly stripped out off them, piece by piece before she slept with only her linger on. She then gestured for Percy to come closer as she slipped her hands down her pants. And just then the picture reset and Chanel had her clothes back on again.

Percy's face went red, 'holy shit!' He immediately hide the photo away and looked around, no one wa looking at his direction, if they were they would have seen his face turn bright red. Percy immediately put the photo and letter into the envelop and shoved it into his mokeskin bag. There was no way in hell he was every going to show to to anyone ever! That photo was going to stay in that bag and not leave! Ever! Well….except for the nights where Percy gets really bored.

The demigod then carefully opened the second letter and found another photo. Except this one featured all the girls standing in front of a fountain, all clothed. Percy wasn't really sad that he didn't get another nude pic, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed. But he was happy none the less, the girls all smiled and waved at him.

Percy took out the letter and read it;

Dear Pudding

Hello pudding! It's us! The five veela you slept with and wrote a letter to a month later! Don't worry we aren't mad, much. Anyway I'm Amanda and I'm writing to you for all of us here! We are here in Germany right now cheering for some minor league broom racing event. The people are nice and sweet, though the men do keep starting a lot. It's times like this where we wish everyone has the same immunity that you have, would make things so much easier.

Hogwarts sounds fun! You should tell us all about it! Catherine is the only one who has seen the place and none of us believe even for a second that she can be objective. It's nice to hear that you got into the house of loyalty, so now if we discover one of us are expecting because of that night we shared we know you'll take responsibility!

Just joking! Relax! None of us are pregnant!

Although Ula has been vomiting a lot….hm….anyway.

We are spending most of time practising or training. We are hoping that after the event we can tour Germany at our leisure. Maybe kill some time before the next season of Quidditch begins.

Oh and we heard about the Triwizard tournament! Everyone here thinks you should join! Catherine says there's no point because she is sure the Beauxbatons champion will win, Ula says that if you don't join and don't show off how amazing the greeks are she will kick you ass! And the rest of us just want you to show off and be amazing!

With lots of love,

Amanda

Chanel

Ula

Catherine

Ebele

P.S. We all decided to start calling you pudding from now on! Okay? Okay!

Percy smiled at the letter and carefully put it away. He smiled, he was glad they were happy. That night did a lot for his confidence, he was way more outspoken and proud of who he was. Guess they were the reason he was slowly turning back into the old Percy.

However there was a small part in his head that couldn't help shake the fear of wondering what if one of them had actually gotten pregnant. It stunned him to the core and filled him with fear, any child he had would be a legacy meaning the divine world would hunt them down. He really needed to make sure something like that never happens.

Percy walked up to his bedroom and quickly changed for the night. He had a wonderful dream that night which involved five veela and a sunny American beach. He almost didn't want to wake up.