Demigods at Hogwarts (A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover)

4. Dumbledore Gets me Another Broomstick. And a Cup.

- Percy POV -

"Firs' -years! Firs' -years follow me!"

A big black, hairy giant seemed to be calling out to the first year. That would be us. And a bunch of 11 year olds.

We joined him, and he explained that we had to take a boat to get to the castle. That sounds like fun! We all climbed into small rowboats. Hazel was praying to some water god and carefully stepped into a boat with Frank, already looking seasick. Leo was looking around like a kid at Disney world, trying to take in every detail of their surroundings. I had a sudden idea, but Annabeth noticed the twinkle in my eyes.

"NO PERCY DON'T-!" She cried out, just as a big wave of black water splashed all over Leo's new robes.

Leo gasped dramatically. "OMG PERCY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!" He exclaimed, examining his uniform, clearly despairing. "Don't you know I have to look good for all the ladies?!?! Cuz all the Ladies luv Leo!!! You know I really think that-"

Leo's desperate wailing was interrupted by the castle coming into view. It was impossibly stunning to describe, and I'm nowhere near Annabeth crazy when it comes to architecture. Speaking of which, she sat there with her mouth slightly open, her eyes as big as drachmas. I took her hand and smiled at her. This quest was going to be completely unlike any other we had ever had. And perhaps a lot more enjoyable too.

- Harry POV -

I had almost forgotten about my strange encounter with the Death Eaters when I walked into the great hall. The great hall was almost completely empty, and only a couple of teachers and students had arrived. My new owl flew down to meet me immediately with a package. I had found her outside my window one day, and we just...bonded. She was a chocolate brown tawny owl with sharp amber eyes. I named her Lemon Drop, in honor of the deceased headmaster.

I missed him often, and sometimes felt like he was the only one that understood me. I absentmindedly opened the package as I waited for the teachers to arrive when I froze in horror and excitement when I recognized the thin, slanting handwriting that belonged to the dead headmaster.

Dear Harry,

I am very much alive, and have a lot to discuss with you. Kindly come along to my office after the feast. Please take these gifts as an apology for leaving you hanging after all of this time.

Yours sincerely, Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I do think you chose a great name for your new owl.

I read the letter over several times, breathing heavily. Dumbledore...is alive!?!?! My confusion instantly changed to joy as I let that message sink in.

I turned to the two brown packages Lemon Drop had left. First I opened the smaller one, and found a medium sized, silver goblet. The note read:

I have wrongfully affected your thirst for knowledge and curiosity by leaving you with the Dursleys. Take this old heirloom of the Dumbledore family, Leopold Dumbledore's old drinking cup. It conjures any liquid, and in the finest quality that fits in the goblet.

Impressed, I set aside the goblet. It would be a wonderful luxury to be able to have a conjuring cup in such fine quality. I finally tore open the big one and practically fainted.

A Hermes edition Light wave broomstick rolled out of the packaging into my hands. I eagerly ran my hands along the long, smooth handle. The golden twigs in the broom tail were perfectly straight and aerodynamic, much more so than my old firebolt. Just then, Ron and Hermione sauntered in, bickering about something. Hiding the broomstick, I came up with an idea.

"Hey Ron!" I said brightly. "You can have my firebolt!"

Ron's jaw snapped open. "W-what???!!!"

I slowly revealed my new lightbolt, and Ron's jaw practically hit the floor.

"It's from Dumbledore." I admitted smugly

Ron fainted.

After Hermione revived Ron with a roll of her eyes, I showed them the letter and the goblet. For reasons I couldn't understand, Hermione seemed highly skeptical and started lecturing me about something. I gladly tuned out her voice and turned my attention to the head table.

The great hall's doors shuddered open with a boom. A line of small shivering 11 year olds stood in a huddle, looking as petrified as I had during my first sorting.

And then there were the transfer students/death eaters. 

There were 10 of them all together. They radiated power. The transfer students eyed us warily and muttered to each other. I studied them and recognized the death eater boy from the train, Nico. Next to him was a tall, friendly looking blonde guy with glasses. I also recognized the Goth Girl and Percy. But I was more focused on who he had his arms around. There stood a beautiful, blonde girl with beach curls. Her flawless skin was perfectly tanned. It was hard to make out her details from my table, but I could clearly see her stunning storm cloud eyes analyzing the great hall.

My focus was brought back to Percy when he pecked her on the lips and smiled. Were they together?!?! Well, whatever that Percy could offer her, I could offer her more. He even looked kind of like me! I made a silent promise to myself that the blonde would be mine by the end of the year, because there I am irresistible like that. I am the chosen one, after all. 

Peace out! :)

💙, Aqua