Disclaimer: Still don't own. Not as brilliant as my two favorite authors.

Harry's POV

"PIG!"Ron screamed at the small owl, which was darting around the dormitory.

"YOU DAMNED OWL, COME HERE!" Ron screamed, while I was laughing.

Pig darted out the door to the common room, where he settled affectionately on Annabeth's shoulder.

It was the calmest I had ever seen him, and possibly the happiest. Annabeth giggled as he nibbled her ear affectionately.

"Hey, owl, quit flirting with my lady," Percy lumbered in a fake voice, making the Americans laugh.

"How did you calm Pig down?" Ron asked, surprised.

"What can I say? For some odd reason I was a way with owls," Annabeth said with a smirk, making the Americans explode into laughter once more.

"Do- er- do you think you could get him to follow me," Ron asked timidly.

Annabeth flashed a grin and said, "Sure thing, Ron."

She turned to the owl, which seemed to look back at her quite lovingly.

"Pigwidgeon, I need you to follow Ron," she told him. He peeped in a way that greatly resembled a child arguing after being told to go to bed.

"No, I'll visit you later, now go on. Go," she shooed the bird, which peeped sadly and flew to sit resignedly on Ron's shoulder.

"Thanks Anna-wait. I never told you Pig's full name. How did you know?"

"Well, I guess I just had a feeling," she smirked knowingly.

Ron looked upset, but turned to put Pig away. I turned back to the Americans who were laughing.

Percy pulled out the old, shoddy pen he always has and held it to Annabeth's mouth like a microphone and said, "Annabeth Chase, first slip up of the year, how do you feel?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes and grumbled, "You guys have already messed up plenty of times."

"Yes, but I am- well, me, Thalia is known for her temper and threats, and Nico is just a 13 year old," Percy defended.

"Wait, you're only 13," I pointed at Nico. They froze for a moment.

Thalia rolled her eyes and said, "No, but with the way he acts, he might as well be."

I nodded, though I wasn't entirely convinced.

"Oh, Annabeth, and you too Percy, you know what must be done," Nico said in an ominous voice.

They rolled their eyes as Nico handed them a jar that said βρωμίσει επάνω βάζο, (1) and was filled with strange gold coins, which Annabeth and Percy added to.

Ron walked in next to me with a thoughtful look on his face, and then looked at Thalia dreamily. Guess Ron's got a new fancy.

I stood there for a moment, then I asked, "Hey, you lot, want to go for a walk?"

"YES!" they all screamed.

"Man, I was really getting bored," Thalia said.

"I was falling asleep," Percy said. "I win."

Thalia rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah sure, Kelp Head, let's go."

They all stood up and followed me out of the room. We were walking down the corridors, when I spotted the one person I didn't need to run into.

Apparently, my American friends were touchy about their family, and if there was one person who would pick on them for it, it would be Draco Malfoy.

"Hello Potty, Weasel," he sneered, then turned to the Americans. "You really shouldn't hang around this lot, when you can be with the high caliber of the school," he finished with a pompous smirk.

"I think we're fine where we are," Percy worded carefully. I had heard Annabeth and Thalia talking once about how Percy had plenty of enemies. I guess he was at least attempting to prevent another.

"προσέχοντας; Πώς σε αντίθεση με τον Περσέα μας!" (2) Thalia snickered.

Percy shot her a look and said, "If you'll excuse us, we're trying to enjoy our Saturday," and tried to walk around Malfoy, but the blonde boy held out an arm.

"SO! Rumor has it our American friends have very important parents," he walked a circle around Percy, who stiffened slightly.

"Oh what's wrong? Poor little boy miss his parents?" Malfoy was doing what I'd seen him do before. He was testing the waters, as he said. He wanted to find Percy's weak point. (AN: No, not that weak point)

"Or does our poor baby miss his widdle fwiends?" Malfoy jibed, and Percy stiffened. The blonde snake smirked and persisted. "Oh, so he does miss his friends, does he?"

I felt a hand on my arm, and saw it was Annabeth, slowly pulling me away from her boyfriend, and I saw Thalia doing the same to Ron, who looked quite happy that Thalia was holding his arm. That probably won't end well.

Malfoy smirked and said something he would definitely regret. "Well, those losers probably don't even miss you. They'd even run away from my friends, those cowards."

If I had blinked I would have missed it. Percy had Malfoy pinned against the wall, and being taller, that meant holding him up 2 or 3 inches. Malfoy whimpered, and one look at Percy had me shut down in fear.

His expression looked like he was fighting to keep calm, but his eyes looked like the sea at war with itself. "If I ever," he said in a low, quiet, clearly restrained voice, "Hear you call my friends and family cowards again, I will make you feel pain you didn't know was possible."

I had a sudden urge grip my chest, like a primal instinct. Percy was dangerous. I needed to leave. I needed to put as much distance between me and him as possible. He could kill me with no trouble.

He was dangerous.

I need to leave.

I heard Ron whimper next to me. He obviously felt it too.

Percy pulled Malfoy off the wall and pushed him down the hall, snarling, "Now leave before I get angry," followed by an almost eerily well timed boom of thunder.

Malfoy whimpered and sprinted down the hall, knocking over several first years along the way.

Percy was panting, and his fists were shaking slightly. He was obviously still very angry, and I understood why we all moved back. I glanced at Ron who was looking on at the boy with newfound fear and respect.

I realized Annabeth had left my side, and was walking up to Percy. She put a hand on his shoulder and he seemed to deflate.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. Annabeth shook her head. "If you hadn't, I would've. Besides, that little snake will be leaving us alone now."

Percy chuckled darkly. "I wish he wasn't the only one."

The other two dark-haired Americans walked over. "Damn, Perce, you really are scary sometimes," Nico said.

"Aww, did he scare you?" Thalia teased.

"Uhh, duh," Nico rolled his eyes.

"Aw, come on," Percy rolled his eyes.

"Face it, Perce, you can be damn scary," Thalia nodded.

"I'm not that scary, I mean, it's not like I've ever done something scary," Percy said.

The other three Americans stared at him, then the four burst into very loud laughter. Percy wasn't scary anymore. He was his normal, funny, easygoing self.

We walked to the lake, Ron trying to hit on Thalia, and Percy, Nico and Annabeth laughing at Thalia's twitching brow.

I couldn't get rid of that terrifying moment, where Percy felt lethal.

I knew two things for sure.

1) I would never ever do anything to bring that rage upon myself

And 2) I was going to find out exactly what made him so dangerous.

(1) "The Mess-Up Jar"… maybe.

(2) "Being careful? Why, how unlike our Perseus!"

Sneaky sneaky. Will Harry bring in the rest of the Golden Trio, or will he go at it alone?

Yeah, that was a ridiculous question, of course the other two will join in.

These translations are from google translate, so, yeah, they're pretty awful.

And if anyone thinks Percy over-reacted let us count.

Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty

The War only just ended.

Many died bravely, and Percy wouldn't stand for them to be called cowards.

I'm working on a good chapter between Percy and Harry. Maybe a bit of prophecy talk, maybe girl troubles. MAYBE BOTH. But you'll have to wait and see!

-Schocker