Percy Jackson X Harry Potter

FOURTEEN: Snape Snape Severus Snape

Harry's POV

[Three days later]

PERCY SEEMED TO BE DOING FINE on his own, so Harry stopped worrying about him. And, of course, that serenity went out the window when Percy crashed into him in the hallway.

Harry, thankfully, didn't fall. Stunned, he turned around and inspected who had hit him. Percy was trying to keep his balance while rubbing his head, his bag slung over his shoulder.

'Percy?! What the hell are you doing?' Harry slightly choked on his words.

'Sorry, Harry! I'm late for detention.'

'Ouch. Who with?'

'Snape. My potion was completely fine, better than fine! But Snape decided that my book wasn't up to standards JUST 'cause it's written in Greek, so I tried explaining myself and he stood up and yelled, Detention at FOUR-THIRTY! What the heck!'

Percy's impression of Snape was laughable to say the least. To Harry, he sounded more like Squidward.

'Well, what you're saying isn't that hard to believe. Snape can be like that sometimes.' Harry reminded him, grimly.

'I know right! Hey, what's the time?'

Harry checked his watch. 'Four forty-one.'

'Oh, shoot!' Percy gasped and continued running down the hall. 'Later! Snape's gonna kill me!' he shouted over his shoulder.

'Well, try not to die!' Harry called back, but Percy had turned the corner faster than any normal person could've.

Anyway, Percy wasn't exactly a normal person. He was a demigod. Harry still hadn't quite wrapped his head around that.

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Percy's POV

'Late, again, Mr Jackson?' Snape drawled. Percy made it through the door at four forty-two (and thirty seconds), which wasn't the best. But Percy had been later.

Two other students were already sitting down, ready to fulfil the detention. Both of them looked bored and obviously didn't want to be there any more than Percy did.

'Sorry! I ran into-'

'Please take a seat.' He moved like a robot.

'Okay.' Percy sauntered towards the nearest seat, but Snape intervened.

'Sir.' he said, expectantly.

'Don't call me sir, Professor.' Percy said, before his brain could say Percy! You're talking to a teacher. Shut up!

He raised an eyebrow. 'Ten points from Hufflepuff, Mr Jackson.'

Percy stayed silent this time, and sat down.

'You three will serve this detention by cleaning cauldrons. May I remind you that you are not allowed to use magic whilst doing this.' He gestured to three stacks of charred, grimy and greasy cauldrons on one of the desks. 'You may leave once you have finished cleaning your pile.'

Snape finished speaking and resumed filling out paperwork. 

The professor briefly reminded Percy of Hades. Dark, brooding, greasy. If anything, really, Snape resembled Batman, when you discounted the abundance of paperwork.

The other two students tiredly started scrubbing the cauldrons, and Percy followed suit. He stopped and stared at the bowl of water and soap on the table.

Wait. Percy inwardly smirked. Surely he means 'no wizarding magic', right?

Sure enough, Percy exited the classroom twenty minutes before the others, who sat there staring in shock as he left.