Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

Suspicious...

Harry winced, his hand still throbbing from the bloody quill. He couldn't help but wonder if Dolores Umbridge could do that to a student. Was it even legal? He wanted to go and tattle tale on her (Yes, it kind of sounded child-ish but can you blame him?), but he was pretty sure that nobody would listen. After all, he was being accused of lying that Voldemort was back. It made Harry angry that people couldn't see the bloody truth if it smacked them in the face.

He climbed into the portrait hole, nursing his hand and doing his best to hide it from his friends. All it would do is make them worry, and they already had more important stuff to care about than a cat obsessed woman.

"Harry!" someone shouted. Harry turned, frowning as he saw a certain green-eyed, black-haired, transfer student come racing in. Percy was grinning like there was no tomorrow, smile nearly splitting his face.

"What?" he asked, confused. Percy just gestured at him to come, and Harry followed hesitantly. Don't get him wrong, Percy was a great friend. Really. He was so care free and laid back that somehow he managed to befriend half the school. It was just that sometimes, Harry felt weird with Percy hanging around with his group so much. He was used to only two presences near him, a red head and a bushy brunette. It still caught him off guard when he looked over and saw a mane of black hair.

"Let's go down to the lake to...um, to work!" Percy said excitedly, nearly bouncing on his feet. Harry frowned. Did Percy know that they weren't supposed to swim in the Black Lake? Yeah, nobody really enforced that rule, but it was pretty obvious. He voiced his opinion, staring at Percy weirdly when he laughed.

"Whatever. Hermione and Ron are already there! And stop being such a party pooper. It'll be fun!" he said, tugging Harry's arm. Harry sighed. Leave it to Percy to be happy when a war was probably coming.

They arrived at the Lake, and Harry could see the familiar hair colors under a tree. He shook his head in amusement as Percy practically skipped to them. Even after knowing him for a few weeks, Harry already knew that Percy was obsessed to any water related stuff....well, mostly every water related stuff. He wasn't sure about potions.

Harry plopped down besides them, pulling out the History of Magic textbook. He could see Ron frowning at a piece of parchment, scribbling down random, chicken-scrawled words. Harry started on his own homework. After a few minutes of silence where Percy squinted and scowled at his homework, Hermione beaming with delight when she finished another essay, and Ron biting on his quill, the silence finally broke when Percy thought it was a good idea to dump water onto Hermione. And since it wasn't Hermione not to be reading, also a humongous book. She shrieked, tensing up as the water dripped, dripped down. Harry's mouth dropped open, fearing for Percy's life.

Hermione was a sweet girl, really. She probably wouldn't hurt a fly, (well, if it wasn't evil...) but do something to her books, and she will personally gut you. Harry watched as Hermione's face turned red, starting from her cheeks and spreading out. She looked up, a look of pure murder on her face. Percy, god bless him, finally noticed something was off, and turned pale.

"Ummm...." he said, slowly backing away with his palms raised. Harry and Ron watched the scene with wide eyes and Hermione began shaking with fury.

"You-you...UGH! You intolerable, insufferable, obnoxious, annoying ...WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!!! Now look here, young man. This is NOT to be laughed about you-"

"Okay, okay!" Percy chuckled, his hands going down. Hermione's nose scrunched up, and Harry could imagine steam coming out of her ears. Apparently Percy didn't know when to run, because he kept on chortling.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Can't you just use a spell and then VOILA! It's dry. Haha. You remind me of my girlfriend. All she cared about was reading and books. You guys are a lot alike, you know. She-"

Percy was cut off as Hermione shot a stream of water at him. Harry heard Ron laugh, expecting Percy to become wet. Harry winced in pity for his friend, feeling bad that Percy had to change out of his clothes in the middle of the day. Yet, he didn't get wet. It was impossible, really, so at first, Harry thought it was just a trick of the light. But on closer inspection, Harry did notice, in fact, that the parts where Percy should've been soaking wet was as dry as it was. Looking at his other friend's face, he guessed they were thinking the same thing.

"How...what....?" Hermione and Ron stuttered at the same time. Percy looked confused, then panicked, his eyes widening and face paling again. Immediately, he was wet.

"Er...what?"

"You know what! How'd you do that? What's that spell? Did you...." Hermione began muttering to herself, staring at Percy like he was a enigma she had to solve. Finally, she settled on a repeating her two questions. Percy looked nervous, scratching his head and mumbling something about a family spell to keep each other dry. Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione, doubt on his face. One thing was sure, Percy was not a good liar.

That was the day Harry became slightly suspicious. Why would they send an American exchange student when Voldemort was rising? Unless, of course, the ministry did, but that didn't make any sense. And why was it that Percy was so bad at spells? Unless American wizarding schools were really THAT behind, Harry didn't know what to think.

Yeah...this is really bad.........