Percy

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Grand Hall

October 31st

9:45 am

Dumbledore led them off to the side of the grand hall that they were in. Through a wooden door was a type of trophy room. Were all wizards this proud? Though Percy couldn't talk, he saw the attic and the prizes up there. The wizards couldn't be more conceited than the gods, he knew that for certain.

The wizard with the graying hair, a blond one who was dressed like a bumblebee, and the one who showed them to their room the previous night all followed the demigods. The one with graying hair was almost vibrating with the rage pent up. Percy watched with amusement as his fat fact grew ruby and a vein pop out of his forehead.

"What is exactly the meaning of this?" The man almost shouted. Percy looked over to Nico, who similar to him, was fighting back a snicker. That wouldn't help their chances.

"Cornelius," Dumbledore started and Percy couldn't help the snort that erupted from him. And he thought that Perseus was a strange name. Everyone looked over at him and Annabeth smacked his arm. Storms raged in her already stormy eyes.

"Sorry," Percy choked, feeling his cheeks go warm. Dumbledore nodded and turned back to the wizard who has not depleted in rage.

"Cornelius, I would like to introduce you to the students of Ilvermorny." Dumbledore swept his hand, gesturing to the three demigods. Percy gave a small wave. "They appeared late last night due to some voyage problems."

Cornelius looked at him with his beady little eyes and Percy was reminded of Mr. D. The same rage and insanity laid in his eyes too, but he thought Mr. D had a better hold on it. Could he have a better hold on it if he was the god of insanity?

Mr. D was probably not back at Camp Half-Blood yet, too busy with what the gods were doing. Was it another prophecy that they were just hiding from the demigods due to Hera's intervention last time?

Was time frozen in their time until they return? Would Percy come back to the exact same time that they left, was it even worth it to call his mom?

Okay, that was absurd to think about, of course, he made the right decision to call his mom. No matter how much he's been teased for being a "Mama's boy," he loved her. He wondered when they returned if they would still be able to babysit Estelle. No matter how terrible a quest was, the sight of his little sister always helped. Percy rubbed the blue band-aid that Estella put over a cut on his left hand.

"I was not informed of this," Cornelius said. The man who was dressed like a bumblebee, complete with the yellow and black sweater over a yellow and black striped tie, clapped his hand on Cornelius' back.

"Oh lighten up Fudge!" The man said. He smiled at the demigods, a type of gleam in his eyes. "The more the merrier!" The man clapped his hand against Cornelius' back again, causing the older man to fall a bit forward. He regained his composure not quickly enough and Percy was able to watch with enjoyment as his cheeks heated up once more.

"Though Dumbledore," the bumblebee man finally let up on Cornelius, turning to bearded wizard instead. "Can we change the Goblet to allow another school?"

Dumbledore smiled, "We most certainly can Ludo." Ludo beamed and turned to the demigods.

"Wonderful! This tournament shall be the best its ever seen!"

Nico

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Trophy Room

October 31st

9:50 am

The wizards hustled the Nico and the others out of the backroom as soon as the overall question was answered. The demigods were going to be allowed to compete in the tournament under the alias of the wizarding school that was apparently, in America. Huh, not enough for the Gods to be in America, but wizards had to be there too.

Dumbledore led the demigods into the grand hall where they just exited from just a few minutes prior. It looked less glamourous in the daylight. The floating candles were no longer lit with nothing but the open sky to light up the hall.

"Go sit over at the Gryffindor for the time being," Dumbledore told them while subtlety trying to push Nico further. His old hand was skeleton thin, making Nico think that the bearded man could just be a dead man walking. He certainly seemed insane enough. Only the hot breath on his neck disputed the claim.

The table of which Dumbledore pointed at was on the far side of the room, with nothing to make it any different from the others. Students of all ages were sited along various spots along the tables.

"There is Harry Potter," Dumbledore spot once more, Nico following his gaze to Harry, who sat, staring at his oatmeal. "Remember, you have to protect him."

Before anyone had the chance to ask, as Dumbledore never properly explained it in the first place, he gave Nico a final push in the direction of the Indian student.

Percy, thankfully, took the lead with the interaction. He walked up to Harry, who sat next to the black girl and the redhead.

"Hi, Harry right?" Percy plopped himself right across the boy, giving Annabeth and Nico no other choice than to sit as well. Nico found himself across from the redhead, who kept avoiding his gaze. Nico didn't blame him, he wasn't in the best mood at the moment and he had the reputation of giving death glares when he was angry.

"Yup," Harry said, looking up from where he was glaring at his bowl of oatmeal. Nico didn't like oatmeal that much himself, so he didn't blame the kid. "This is Hermione," he nodded his head to the black girl, "and Ron."

The redhead, or Ron, gave a hesitant smile at them - once more avoiding Nico's gaze - and went back into shoveling his bacon into his mouth like he had something to prove.

"Hiya," Hermione greeted. She smiled warmly at the demigods. Annabeth started helping herself to a plate of eggs and Nico followed her lead. He grabbed a piece of toast and an apple. Percy helped himself to a hearty helping of bacon and sausages.

"So," Percy spoke after probably eating a few dozen sausages in those few moments where there was only silence. "I like the ceiling in here. It's cool, having the room open to the open sky and all that."

Hermione stopped eating her sunny-side up, eyes lighting up. "Actually, it's only bewitched to look like the sky-"

Nico felt Percy deflate next to him. Hermione didn't seem to notice, happily rambling to Annabeth, who seemed like the only one willing to listen. Nico might have been interested a few years ago, but after everything's that happened, what's magic to add to the list?

Harry noticed Percy's slumped shoulders and spoke up. "Did you have an actual open sky at your school?"

"Oh yeah," Percy grinned, his eyes getting that gleam that lit whenever talking about Camp. "It was a pavilion, we ate outside."

"What happened if it rained?" Ron asked, leaning over to get another helping of bacon.

"Well, we still have to eat, don't we?"

Nico snorted into his orange juice.

Percy

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Grand Hall

October 31st

9:55 am

Percy looked over at Nico's snort. Orange juice had splashed over the side of his goblet (goblets? really?) and dribbled off the table. Percy realized what he said. His cheeks colored and his ears felt hot, but thankfully the snort distracted Harry and Ron from what Percy had said.

"What's wrong?" Annabeth looked over, the snort grabbing her attention from listening to Hermione ramble. Her arm pressed against his and their ankles were locked.

"I'm-" Nico choked, "I'm fine. Really."

The wizards nodded and turned away and Percy knocked his elbow against Nico's.

"Percy," Annabeth whispered to him. He turned, finding his girlfriend with furrowed brows and her lips turned down into a frown. He frowned back.

"What's wrong?"

"I think we should ask for support."

"Support?" Percy asked, not quite getting what she was saying. Annabeth nodded and turned her gaze to her plate of food.

The fog that was filling his head cleared, reminding him why they were there and what they were doing. For a second, it was like Percy forgot. Something heavy settled in his gut.

"Nico," Percy grabbed his cousin's forearm. "We need to find an altar, or fire, something."

Percy watched Nico's eyes as confusion set in and then the fog cleared. It was just like what Percy went through moments prior.

Nico nodded.

Percy turned back to his plate and looked around the hall. Torches lined the walls, but the fire wasn't big nor bright. That would have to do.

He knocked his arm against Annabeth and nodded towards the closest torch. Annabeth met his gaze. I'll distract the wizards, her expression said.

Percy looked over to Nico and he nodded.

"So Hermione," Annabeth started, probably getting the girl to start rambling again.

"Harry, what's it like at Hogwarts?" Nico asked the wizard, getting Ron's attention as well.

Percy stood up quickly with a handful full of bacon and strawberries. He jogged over to the torch on the wall. The grand hall was almost completely clear, and hopefully, those who saw the strange act won't say anything. He grabbed the metal that was holding the torch to the wall, praying that it would hold his weight.

Percy pulled himself up and tossed the breakfast food in the fire. It took a few moments to burn, thankfully emitting the sweet smell that happened at Camp Half-Blood.

"Hecate," Percy whispered to himself. "Please, give us guidance."

The sweet smell turned sour, causing Percy to lose his grip. He crashed on the ground, the wind escaping his lungs. Thankfully, the fall was short and he didn't seem to be hurt. However, the wizards seemed to notice the thud that Percy made when he fell.

"Percy!" Annabeth stood up, her hands flat against the wood table. The wizards were facing away from him, not seeing why he fell in the first place. "Did you trip?"

Percy rose unsteadily, holding himself up by the wall. "Yeah," he chuckled. "Clumsy me."

Annabeth grinned at him and Percy nodded. Mission accomplished.

"So," Annabeth started when Percy stumbled back over to the table, sitting down with a hiss. "Apparently we're staying with the Gryffindor house turning the tournament, do you know where the sleeping quarters are?"

I am so sorry for the wait. I know I haven't updated in over a month, and I'm sorry. It's been hard the past few months and May was just really bad. I hope you all forgive me.

Okay, so we have more interaction between the wizards and demigods, and over the hiatus, I have a lot of the story planned out - even a start to the sequel if y'all want that! Let me just tell you this though, this has not been seen in any pjo x hp crossover yet, I can guarantee that ;) 

There is one last chapter before the end of the first arc, and I will try to make it as long as I can and get it up as quick as I can. 

Have a great night,

-Hoarder.