Swapped (HP/PJO+HOO)

Chapter 7

Percy, trying his hardest not to be weirded out by Annabeth forgetting about their trip, walked up to Nico after dinner. If he remembered something about Annabeth storming off into her cabin, that would at least mean that Percy wasn't going crazy.

"Nico!" Percy called to the son of Hades on his way back to his cabin.

Nico di Angelo slowly turned around said, "Yes?" in his usual irritable manner.

"Hey, man, do you remember yesterday when I was standing in front of Annabeth's cabin and you walked up and said-" Percy was cut off by the same bored and irritable voice of Nico.

"Women. Yeah. You were staring at the door like it had just killed your puppy so I figured Annabeth must have been mad at you or something," Nico said, shrugging.

"Yes, but did you actually see her going into the cabin? Did you see her slam the door shut?" Percy asked, deadly serious.

Nico rolled his eyes. "No. I saw you, staring at a door. Now, can I go to bed?"

Percy, wide-eyed, stumbled back a bit and nodded before heading back to his own cabin. Nico hadn't seen her. Which basically meant that Percy very well may be going insane.

Percy didn't pause by the lumbering form of Tyson in his bed, tinkering with some celestial bronze pieces. He took off his clothes and climbed into his bunk, holding onto his pen/sword for dear life.

He laid on his side, eyes still open, for some time, repeating the same mantra over and over: I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not...

But you might be.

Percy squeezed his eyes shut and continued his mantra, but that one nagging voice kept popping back in.

Yet another thing about him that made him different.

Not only was he the son of the sea god, but he was quite possibly losing his marbles.

Shut up, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not...

Eventually, he managed to quiet the voice a bit that told him he was completely crazy. Then, not knowing what time it was but feeling like he had just fought in a war, Percy fell asleep.

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Percy found himself back at the boy's bedside, but this time he was in a different house all together. There was a freckled ginger boy on the bed opposite Harry whose feet were falling off of the end of his bed.

Ron, Percy thought.

Percy looked around this new room to see that everything, everything, was a bright orange that could burn out your eyes. On the bed spreads, two C's were emblazoned like the logo of a team. Percy couldn't identify the logo, but wasn't too surprised. I mean, they were British and he was American. They would watch different sports, right?

The boy, Harry, still had his hand stuck under his pillow, presumably to hold onto his fancy stick thing, and his hair was a mess of dark curls on his orange pillow.

Percy looked over at the other boy and saw that he had left out his fancy stick on his bedside table. Coming closer to get a better look at it, Percy saw that it looked exactly like magic wands you see in movies. So, could this boy "practice magic" too, or whatever?

Percy shook his head and turned to look around at the walls. There were posters upon posters of these CC people, and Percy decided to get a better look at them.

It was hard to see in the dim light, but eventually, Percy was able to make out three people. One was holding what looked like a bright red basketball, one was wearing different colored... robes? He looked like he was trying to get the ball. The last player was holding a small baseball bat and seemed to be protecting the first person.