Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

Whoops. Late...again.

Okay, so Percy made it into Gryffindor. :)

"Wake up, dude!"

Percy groaned and rolled over. He was tired, and all he really wanted was to go back to his dreamless sleep. Well, blue cookies sleep...Percy slowly felt himself slipping back into his mom's apartment, the smell of those heavenly, mouth watering, chocolate chips melting on the top cookies...

"Wake up! We're gonna be late! Get up, get up, get up! Fine...we're leaving. Not out fault you'll be late to class."

Class? Huh. Percy really hated school. He wondered what Hogwarts was like. Did they- oh Hades. Percy shot up, his eyes widening, too awake for his own good. Harry and Ron laughed, waved, and slipped out.

"WAIT! No! Don't leave- Ugh!" he said, stumbling out of bed and randomly throwing on his uniform. His shoes were untied, his hair was disheveled, (then again, it always was...) his tie was hanging loosely, and his robes were dangerously close to falling off. Percy ran around the room, grabbing his satchel and stuffing books and the quills (seriously, was this school stuck in the medieval times?) into it. He slung it over his shoulder and sprinted to the Great Hall, losing track many times. Finally, he made it and he had enough time to grab a roll when the food disappeared. Percy shoved the roll into his mouth, and checked his schedule. Potions...potions, potions, potions...where was that again?

"Some friends they are..." he muttered, narrowing his eyes in concentration. It popped into his head a few minutes later, and Percy was sure he was going to be late...no, he was going to be late.

And he was right.

Percy burst into the Dungeons, panting and sweating, his hair even more disheveled than that morning. For the second time since he first entered Hogwarts, Percy felt all eyes on him. He blushed and self consciously patted his hair down.

"Er...hi?"

The teacher, a greasy haired man with a dark cloak on (he reminded Percy of children of Hades...or just an overgrown bat...), scowled, his thin lips curling into a sneer. When he spoke, it was quiet but commanded everyone's attention.

"I see. New student cared to join us? 10 points from Gryffindor."

And that was that. Percy glared at Harry and Ron as he passed, and they both shot him sympathetic and guilty looks. The rest of Potions was a nightmare. With Percy's dyslexia, the words on the board looked like, "Afijksdljfalfjhsajfhf" in other words, a bunch of nonsense. Add the fact that the Professor's handwriting was in large, swoopy letters only made it ten times worse. Percy spent most of the period asking Hermione for help, because he soon learned that Ron and Harry were at the same stage he was. No help.

"Whats that say?"

"Cut up Frog liver."

"How about that?"

"Six dead mice."

To sum it up, the ingredients were pretty revolting. The next class was Charms, and although Hecate had transferred all of the needed magic into his mind, Percy still utterly failed. He kept on bloating up the pillows with water, or making something explode. It was pretty hectic, and he was pretty sure Professor Flitwick was never so glad to kick a student out.

Then it was break, and Percy couldn't have thanked the gods more. He quickly excused himself and made his way to the bathrooms, pulling out a drachma along the way. He grinned, feeling excited to see his Wise Girl again.

"Hey." he said, grinning cheekily as Annabeth fell out of her chair in shock. His girlfriend was still the same as always, with her stormy gray eyes that seemed to be calculating his every movement, and her golden locks.

"Gods, Percy!" she said grumpily, her cheeks tinted red. "Next time, give me a little warning!" Annabeth gathered up her fallen blueprints, no doubt of sketches of architecture.

"I miss you." Percy told her, and Annabeth's gaze softened.

"I miss you too, Seaweed Brain. How's it at Hogwarts?"

And Percy found himself explaining every detail to her, enjoying her company. Unfortunately, it stopped when Annabeth reminded Percy of his classes and he realized that he was probably going to be late. Again.

"What am I going to do without you?" he asked, smiling fondly at his girlfriend. Annabeth smirked.

"You won't. Now, get back to your classes."

"Okay, okay. Love you."

"Love you too." she replied, and Percy slashed through the mist. For a moment, he stood there, grinning idiotically into space. Then he sprinted off. Percy yet again burst through the doors late, and yet again found himself staring into a stern-faced Professor.

"You're late." she stated clearing, frowning in disapproval.

"Sorry, Professor." he apologized. Professor Mcgonagall sniffed and waved him to his seat. He plopped down next to Harry, and the dark haired shook his head at him

"You're just begging to get detention, aren't you?"

Percy shrugged. "Eh. It always comes at one point." 

Ron snickered.

"You three! Detention!" Professor Mcgonagall called, scowling at Percy, Ron, and Harry. Percy shrugged like, "What did I say?"

Okay, so I agree. This isn't the best chapter. Meh. I'm lazy. By the way, it gonna be Harry's POV next....I think. Eh. Bye Peps!