Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. Halfblood heroes (Book 3)

Chapter 1

A peaceful summer was about to end for Percy Jackson. It was time to go to Hogwarts. He had also gotten a letter from his godfather Remus Lupin (Or as he calls 'Moony') that he's going to teach DADA this year. Percy was thrilled because Moony was the best at the job. The problem was that he needed the wolfsbane potion, an innovative and complex potion that relieves, but does not cure, the symptoms of lycanthropy. It was very expensive to make but luckily, Professor Snape, their potions master had agreed to brew it.

He also sent a large blue cake and muggle sweets to Hermione to compensate for a disastrous phone call.

See, the thing was, Percy was from a long line of purebloods. Those who do not have a single drop of muggle blood and they rarely used muggle devices such as telephones or credit cards. This meant that he knew alot of things Hermione didn't but had never used a telephone before.

"WHAT!" Percy shouted back. "I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU!"

Percy's mistake was that he had kept the handset on his head.

"JUST SEND ME AN OWL!" Harry shouted back and ended the call.

Percy just stuck to owls. So, again he tried by calling Hermione Granger and he probably gave the Grangers a heart attack.

"Granger residence speaking?"

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Percy bellowed so loudly that Mr Granger jumped and heldthe receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of alarm and amusement I — WANT —TO — TALK — TO — HERMIONE— GRANGER!"

"WHO IS THIS?" he roared in the direction of the mouthpiece."WHO ARE YOU?"

"PERCY — JACKSON!" Percy bellowed back, as though he andMr Granger was speaking from opposite ends of a football field. "JE SUIS UN AMI D'HERMIONE GRANGER!" he shouted in french, as Hermione told him that she was holidaying at France

"Hermione" Mr Granger called from the living room. "Do you know someone called Percy Jackson?"

"Yes," Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow. "Why?"

He handed her the telephone and walked out of the room rubbing his forehead.

"Hello?" Hermione asked.

"HERMOINE!" Percy shouted. "CAN YOU HEAR ME! IS THIS THE RIGHT NUMBER!?"

Hermione looked at the direction of the voice in amusement and rolled her eyes. "Percy, just send me an owl."

"ALRIGHT!" He shouted and ended the call pleased with himself.

Then Hermione sent him a howler not to shout at the handle and speak properly.

But they were also meeting at the last week of the holidays, so he and his mum Sally Jackson, a famous healer and writer left to Diagon Alley.

Also, he heard that the Weasley's, a kind but poor family won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. If there is anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold, it's the Weasleys. His birthday came and went, he was now fourteen. two more years till he might save or destroy Olympus. Instead, he treated himself to Ice cream from Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

But the mass murderer Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. The wizarding prison. Black was convicted of killing thirteen muggles with a single curse and was said to be Voldemort's, right-hand man. That means, that Harry might not be safe at all. He has to be on guard.

So he spent the next five days roaming around the long cobbled street, He had breakfast occasionally reading the daily prophet, Quidditch Times, Seeker weekly and occasionally Transfiguration Today. (A subject he was not so good but very interested at), but also a new broomstick by the name of the Firebolt was just released. His family were rich and his mother did offer whether they could pre-order it, but Percy, who had never failed on his nimbus 2000 politely denied and left.