The Half-Blood Prince (Percy Jackson x Harry Potter)

Chapter 1

(A/N Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic and I hope I do well to keep everyone entertained! Sorry if I messed up the grammar! I'll try to keep the updates constant. Also, I am not much of a Harry Potter fan but I have read the books. That may explain why I don't know that much about it. Alright, on to the story! )

I knew things would get worse as the day went on. This morning, when I woke up in the Poseidon cabin, I knew something was wrong. I pulled the sheets off of me but stayed on my back. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see anything as I turned my head from side to side. Maybe I'm just being superstitious. I dismissed my thoughts and got out of bed.

Worst mistake of my life.

As soon as my feet hit the floor water balloons were being thrown at me from all directions. The balloons stuck to me and I could barely make out a little red dot before it exploded. I fell back onto my bed covered in something sticky.

"Ew! What is this?" I exclaimed, holding my arms out in a way that made it look like I was holding up a stinky baby.

"Syrup!" came two voices from the windows. I glared in that direction when I saw Travis and Conner's heads pop up so they could see my face.

"Travis! Conner!" I screamed at them. Conner and Travis were both sons of Hermes, the God of Thieves, Traveling, and in this case, Pranks. They both were brothers and were practically twins, although they say they aren't. They were the most mischievous out of the whole Hermes cabin. But they were smart, too. They didn't just throw normal water balloons, they threw water balloons filled with syrup so that I was able to get sticky.

I am the son of Poseidon, by the way. I can control water, breathe underwater, and pretty much do anything with water. Naturally, I am waterproof, but not against everything. Like syrup.

They took off running before I could even think about getting them. My feet stuck to the floor and my clothes stuck to me. I should have known that they would do something to me.I stepped away from where I was standing and closed my eyes. I concentrated on the liquids inside the syrup and felt a familiar pull in my gut. I peeked my eyes open and saw that all the syrup that had gotten on me and everywhere else was raised in the air. I held my hands out as if I was holding it. I don't know why I do that, I don't need to, but it makes me feel like I am actually holding it and it is easier to control (and partly because it makes me feel like a wizard).

I walked outside my cabin, syrup still floating, and made it float to the Hermes cabin. Today was a bad day to prank me. Today we had our cleaning inspections.The syrup went through the open window and I let the feeling in my gut slack. I heard a few yells and knew that the syrup had gotten all over their stuff. I grinned a triumphant smile.

"Don't mess with the son of Poseidon," I muttered under my breath. After that, I went back inside to get dressed for the day.

Then at breakfast, someone decided to have a food fight and that got messy real fast. Since I don't have powers to control food, I got very fruity. I had to go change and wash off with cold water. And then after that everything just got worse. Someone (probably the Hermes kids) made the automatic dryer (which is just a giant leaf blower that dries people instantly) shoot out confetti instead of drying them off. That wasn't a major thing I was mad about, but it was pretty funny. I thought I'd mention it.

Now, I was just eating lunch at the Poseidon table alone when Annabeth told me that Chiron wanted me. I just sighed and told her that I would come after I finish eating. I could tell it would probably be bad news from the look on Annabeth's face.

Soon I was done with lunch and headed down to the Big House with Annabeth. We entered and saw Chiron sitting in his wheelchair, turned away from us. Chiron was our camp director (along with Dionysus) and was a fatherly figure to us. He had very wise eyes and was, I'm sorry to say this, very old. He trained the heroes that are spoken about more. Like Heracules, Jason, Perseus (not me). People like that. He couldn't stand to his full height, either, if he was out of his chair. He was a white centaur and had a magical wheelchair that could fit his whole body in it and produce fake legs and a blanket.