The Final Fight (A PJO x HP Fanfic) - Discontinued

Chapter 3

Percy

I wake up and take in my surroundings discretely whilst pretending to be disoriented. I'm in some type of infirmary, but I'm not sure how I got here, all I know is that TT kept pulling me into sleep to talk to him. It's so unfair that he can do that.

"Your name is Perry Johnson, right?" A man asks and I notice that he seems different, but before I can think of why, I begin talking.

"No." I stop myself from saying my full name, they must've injected me with the last truth potion TT was using. That would explain why I'm not immune, I will still be able to lie though, it'll just be harder than it would if it was any of the other truth potions in the whole, entire, world.

Why did they have to choose this one, for the gods sake. Everyone's looking at me, someone must've said something. Dam ADHD. I snigger internally at the joke, it never gets old. I calm myself and then look at everyone, summoning confusion to my face.

"What?" I ask, tilting my head. Pretending to be a seaweed brain for so long really has helped me.

"I said, what is your name? Since you lied to us earlier." I look to the person speaking and am shocked to see Severus Snape. Isn't he dead? How the frickity frackity-? Oh! He must be one of the resurrected wizards.

"Peter Johansson." I answer without hesitance, I'm so glad that Sev was never at camp at the same time as Dionysus, if he was my cover would be blown so bad.

I look at the man who asked the first question and then I realise why he seems different. He's a turned werewolf. I wonder if anyone here knows. None of them seem nervous around him, so if they do know then they trust him, interesting.

"How old are you, where are you from, and how did you get here?" I turn my head and see that the person who asked is a giant. Or half of one, he must not be in contact with the greek world though, or he would definitely know me, any giant or monster can tell who I am by my scent.

"I'm 18, I'm from Manhattan, and all I remember before I was in the big room without a roof is getting a note from a black owl, before I was attacked by an owl and sent here." Sev gets a look of understanding and I know that I was right to assume that he was resurrected because Hecate told me that only the agent sent ahead would understand what I meant.

"Ok, would you like to stay here in the 8th year until we can get you home?" A woman with grey hair, emerald robes, and a no-nonsense attitude asked.

"Okay." I answer with a moment's hesitation and she nods. Her and all the more normal teachers leave. A ghost, Sev, the giant, the werewolf, and a boy with emerald eyes and wild, black hair are left behind. The boy must be Harry Potter, the 'chosen one'.

"Can I help you..?" I ask, skeptically, looking from teacher to teacher. I know why Harry is still here, he's asleep.

"'m Rubeus 'agrid, Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Thought it best ta introduce meself." The half-giant says and I smile at him slightly. He seems genuinely nice. He smiles back and then leaves. The ghost comes forward next and comes right up to my face.

"I'm Professor Binns. Have we ever met?" He asks and I mentally facepalm. The ghosts won't recognise me, but they might get a feeling of slight recognition or possibly fear since my uncle is Hades and they escaped his realm.

"Uhmmm, are you a ghost?" I ask, and he glares at me before turning and flying through a wall. One surefire way to get ghosts to leave you alone is to emphasize their ghostly-ness.

"So.....hi?" I say and prepare myself mentally to keep my inner Persassy in check around Sev. "What are your names?"

"I'm Remus Lupin, and this is Severus Snape." The werewolf tells me and I nod.

"Didn't you die?" I ask Sev and he rolls his eyes.

"No, I took a potion that kept me alive after the dark lord attempted to kill me." He says and I resist the urge to raise my eyebrows. How do the wizards believe that pathetic lie.

"So your a potions teacher?" I ask, I remember what he said last time he was at camp. He wanted to teach the defense classes at his school, but he was 'stuck teaching potions to ungrateful brats'. Why not annoy him.

"Yes." He replies curtly and I hide my snort.

"And what do you teach?" I look at Remus.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." He says simply and I erupt with euphoria. This is too funny! Of course I'm not reacting externally, I'm only laughing in my head. I nod in understanding and look at Harry.

"He's Harry Potter right? I wondered if he was real. There are rumours where I come from that he doesn't actually exist, that he's a fictional character made up to convince wizards to fight in the British War." I look back to the adults and they are looking at me curiously. I can only tell that Sev is curious because I've known him for so long though.

"Yes, he is." Remus replies. Hmmm I'm going to come up with a few nicknames for him. I have a couple for Severus. Sev; Sevvy; and my personal favourite (and the one he hates the most), Senap--pronounced seh, as in sent, nap. I always drag out the seh part and he finds it so annoying. I've always enjoyed annoying people. 

They wake Harry up and leave me to recuperate after being 'apparated' into Hogwarts somehow. I close my eyes, but I don't sleep, instead, I focus on coming up with different nicknames for everyone.

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A/N
The picture at the top is one that I made myself. It's kind of hard to read so I'll just write what it says here.

They fought for what they knew was right.
Why did so many have to die?
Sacrificed for the greater good,
So many were misunderstood.
They fought and fought with all their might,
To be together for one last night.
Heroes did love and heroes did fall,
And we truly love them all.
Those who took their final breath,
Were loved before taken by death.
And though many lost their lives,
Some stood up and did survive.
And if we were to meet the end,
We'd want to meet it just like them.