Harry Potter Crossover (Percy Jackson)

Death Eaters And Bravery

Narrator POV
After the crowed of students left, the four could hear two people talking from outside. Harry recognized one voice, for it was the voice of his professer, Minerva McGonagall. He gasped. The two voices argued, each time louder than the other. It seems the two voices stopped talking as a third voice gave out a riddle. Professor McGonagall answered the given riddle and the door swung open.

"My sister! Alecto! Wake up, wake up!" the brother cried. Percy almost snorted. The only difference between Alecto and the Fury Alecto was that the fury had wings and fangs. Otherwise, not much difference.
"Someone killed her! I-I'll blame it on the kids!" the male snarled.
"You will not blame the kids. And your sister is only stunned." McGonagall said sternly. The Death Eater spat in the professor's face.
"And how long will you stay here, Minerva? The-" The Death Eater didn't even finish his sentence before Harry stunned him.

        Minerva looked up and gasped in surprise.

"Potter! Is that you?" she cried.
"Yes, professor. I'm Harry Potter." Harry said.
"Oh, so we're all telling the truth now?" Luna stepped out of the cloak as Percy solidify him and Ginny. McGonagall's knees gave out as she collapsed onto a nearby couch. She had clearly not expected this.
"Wha-? Why are there two Potters?" she tried to control her breathing.
"I'm Percy Jackson, cousin of Harry. Nice to meet you, ma'am." Percy held out his hand. She shook it.
"Potter, what are you doing here? And you shouldn't've don't that!" McGonagall asked.
"He was spitting at you, professor! I couldn't let that happen. And we're looking for something. You don't happen to see the diadem of Ravenclaw, do you, professor?" Harry smiled.
"What? No! The diadem has been lost for centuries! I'm not that old!" Minerva crossed her arms. Harry smiled sheepishly.
"Let's take this outside." McGonagall instructed.

         The five of them walked outside.

"Ummm... I'm going back. I need the bathroom." Percy said, nervously, no doubt nervous that he might be lost.
"Raise your hand, Jackson." Minerva said sternly.

           Oh well. Once a teacher, always a teacher.