Percy Jackson X Harry Potter

TEN: Choo Choo

Harry's POV

'I AIN'T RUNNING INTO A WALL, HARRY.' Percy stood, hands on hips, in between Platforms 9 and 10 in King's Cross Station. Smudge was nuzzled into Percy's shoulder, sleeping against his neck, which Harry found adorable.

'Percy, it's the only way to get onto the platform. Go on.'

Suddenly, a familiar voice shouted behind him. 'Harry!'

He turned. Ron was smiling at him and wheeling his cart towards them. Pigwidgeon (though Ron called him Pig) was hooting cheerfully in his cage, clearly excited to see his owner's best friend. 'How've you been! Who's this?' Ron asked, inclining his head at Percy.

'Oh, I'm Percy. Harry's friend. I just got my letter. This is Smudge.' He pointed to said cat, who purred at the use of his name, which he seemed to be content with.

Ron squinted. 'You're American?'

'Mhm. I used to live in England, but I moved to America ten years ago. I was coming back for a small vacation, and to see Harry. But then I got my letter, Harry explained wizarding stuff, and I got permission from my Mom to come to Hogwarts this year!'

Was that convincing? Percy sent to him.

Yeah. He sent back. Percy, Harry had to admit, was a very good liar.

Ron seemed content with that answer, showing no sign of suspicion. 'Mhm. Well, I'm Ron. Nice to meet you. So, why are you aimlessly standing around here anyway?'

Harry pointed at Percy. 'He refuses to walk onto the platform. I've been trying to convince him for ten minutes.'

Ron sighed. 'I'll show him. Watch.' Ron saluted and pushed his trolley past them and barraged into the wall. Percy's eyes widened and he flinched, but then sighed as Ron disappeared, unharmed.

'See?' Harry smiled smugly.

'Yeah. I'll go, I guess.' Percy looked at him, deadly serious. 'If I die because of this, play The Duck Song at my funeral.'

Percy ran straight forward and shut his eyes before he could hear Harry's reply. He morphed into the wall and disappeared. Harry followed him, and as soon as he got through, almost crashed into Percy. He was staring at the Hogwarts Express, and jumped when he saw Harry.

'I didn't die.' He said, plainly.

'I can see that.' Harry pointed out. Percy huffed and began wheeling his trolley over to the train, where a man was packing people's luggage into a compartment.

'Let's go. Your luggage will be transported to the castle when we get there.'

'Castle?' Percy said.

'Yeah, Hogwarts is a giant castle. It's bloody hard to find your way in there, especially with the moving stairs!'

'The what?' Harry laughed at his expression.

'Hurry up! The train's leaving in a few minutes!'

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Percy seemed a little bit uncomfortable in his new robes. In a conversation on the train, he had said that he'd never worn anything like it apart from his dressing gown (A/N: bathrobe), but that was different. He clearly wasn't able to tie his tie very well, so he let it hang loosely around his neck.

Harry had been asked by Percy why the school made them buy their robes and school uniform BEFORE they were sorted. Everyone had coloured ties and jumpers, after all. Honestly, he didn't really know the answer to that. He made a note to ask Hermione about the matter at a later date.

'Firs' years, over 'ere! Firs' years!' Hagrid was standing by the path which led to the boats. His eyes landed on them. 'Ah, Percy! You'll need to come wi' me to go on the boats, and 'Arry, yeh should prob'ly go find yer friends. They're lookin' for yeh.'

Percy looked at Harry, uncertain. He nodded in affirmation.

'All of the first years ride the boats to Hogwarts, and since it's technically your "first year", you should probably go with them.' Harry explained to his brother. 'You also need to be sorted. Just follow Hagrid. He'll show you.'

Percy waved and jogged after Hagrid, who had started walking down to the boats.

Harry ran to catch up with his friends. 'Ron! Hermione!' He panted. He clambered into the carriage they were in right as it started moving.

'Harry!' Hermione said. 'Where've you been?'

He sat down. 'Percy had a lot of questions about Hogwarts. I was trying to fill him in on as much as possible on the train.'

Hermione frowned. 'Who's Percy?'

'His American friend.' Ron said. 'Same age as him. He was supposed to come to England for a holiday – and see Harry while he was at it.'

Harry continued from there. 'But then he got his letter, and got permission from his family to come to Hogwarts this year. He's probably on the boats right now, and he's getting sorted at the ceremony.'

'Wow, I'm surprised that he didn't get his letter any sooner. If he's the same age as you, that would make him– What, Sixteen?' Harry nodded. 'Strange.'

'Also, he had a question that I thought I'd ask you, because I'm stumped. Why do first years buy their robes and stuff before they're sorted, if they're supposed to be decorated in house-coordinated colours?' Harry recounted.

'Hmm... I'm not sure, honestly. I never considered it. I assumed it was magic, but I'll ask McGonagall later. Oh, we're here!' She said as the carriage doors opened and everyone started filing out.

He, Ron and Hermione stepped down and joined the mob of students making their way up to Hogwarts. They stepped inside and seated themselves at the end of Gryffindor Table, right near the sorting.

The doors to the Great Hall swung open, and all of the first years slowly stumbled in, trying to look at the ceiling and the person in front of them at the same time. Percy was at the back of the group, a few feet behind the others, towering above the eleven-year-olds.

They stopped at the front, and McGonagall lifted her scroll.

'Peter Brophy!' A young boy with tawny hair sat down on the stool.

'HUFFLEPUFF!' The hat shouted.

'Charlotte Brown!' A girl with dark hair woven into silky plaits sat down.

The hat thought for a moment. 'GRYFFINDOR!' It yelled.

'Gregory Florence!' A short boy with ginger hair walked up to the front. Ron smiled with pride.

The hat wasted no time. 'RAVENCLAW!'

All of the other children were sorted into their houses, until only Percy remained.

Mcgonagall read from the parchment. 'Percy Jackson!' Percy looked relieved that they hadn't used the name 'Potter'.

Harry glanced up at Dumbledore. Maybe he helped, somehow? Dumbledore simply smiled at him and winked. He knew something.

Percy warily made his way up to the stool. He sat down, and looked frightened, as if he'd seen a ghost (which was entirely possible). The hat hesitated.

'Hmm... You're a tough one, I'll tell you that.' It drawled. 'Courage, lots of courage. But your fatal flaw adds a complication...' Harry wondered what that was.

The hat mumbled to itself for a few more moments, all the while Percy looked tense. He shut his eyes.

The hat screamed. 'HUFFLEPUFF!'

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Percy is a Hufflepuff. Fight me.

–GingerNinja4573