THERAPUTIC a Percico meets Harry Potter story (Gods edition)

Nightmares

Harry POV:

As the teen introduced himself as Perseus Jackson, I felt the air grow heavy with power. What was with this dude?

The man had a flawless complexion, and sea green eyes that always seemed to stir up a storm. His tousled black hair was in disarray, and that's saying something coming from me. He had a perfect tan, and light freckles on his nose, completed with scars along his arms, and a trident tattoo on his lower arm. He had a large, what looked like deep scar along his face, going from his temple to just below his jaw.

The younger beside him had a paler complexion, and shoulder length, somewhat wavy black hair. His eyes were like onyx and looked almost lifeless. He had deep brown freckles along his nose and under his eyes, and scars along his arms and one on his face, running across his nose. He also had a tattoo, but of what looked like... a... two-pronged trident on his arm, a little higher up than Perseus's.

Ron finally shook off the initial shock. "Mum? Who are these guys?" he asked.

"Ah! Ronald, Hermione, Harry. These are your new teachers, Perseus Jackson and Niklaus Di Angelo." Mrs. Weasley said. "Just Percy please." The taller boy asked. The smaller boy just grimaced at his name. "Oh! And just Nico for him." He added.

"Well, I assume that these will be 3 of our students?" the taller, Percy, asked. "Yes. My son, Ronald, and his friend and girlfriend Harry and Hermione.

"Harry you say. Harry potter?" Percy inquired. I nodded. Here we go, with the 'OMG ITS HARRY POTTER' shit.

"Well, a pleasure. I've heard much about you, Harry." Percy said, shaking my hand. I was honestly relieved and smiled as I gripped Percy's hand in a stronger handshake.

~Dinner~:

So, Percy, where did you say you worked again?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Well, I attended No-Maj's school until I was twelve, and then was escorted to "Hecate Academy of Magic. You probably haven't heard of it." He said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"Mrs. Weasley, this is wonderful! You must share your recipe!" he said, turning to Mrs. Weasley. She just chuckled. "Aw thank you, Percy." She chuckled.

"So, what about this Academy you attended?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Well, children were taught with wands at different ages. Some as young as 6 years old. Some as old as 17 when they first start. But then, we learn Hand-to Hand combat. We had an evil man who called himself Kronos, after the Primordial god of time." Percy said. "That's where I got this for leading the army that defeated him." He said, pointing to a scar that I hadn't noticed on the top of his head, somewhat covered by bangs.

"What about that nasty one on your face?" Ron asked. "Ronald Billius Weasley! We don't ask someone that!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Ah, its nothing Mrs. Weasley. We were fighting another villain named Giana (A/N: he changed her name for obvious reasons) and she struck me in the face with a scythe." Percy said, touching the scar.

I then noticed I tiny brand sticking out from his shirt collar. "what's that?" I asked, pointing. He looked down, and I swear I saw panic on his face before he had a stone-cold stare.

"Something I'd rather not speak of." He said coldly. "Why? A tattoo of sort?" Ron asked. "... again. Please don't bring it up again." He said, coldly, getting up. "Mrs. Weasley, may you point me to the bathroom?" he asked.

"Second floor, first door on the left." She responded. He left as Molly began to scold me and Ron for our behavior.