Percy Jackson X Harry Potter

SIXTEEN: The Gods Have Absolutely Awful Timing

Harry's POV

'SO IT IS THAT KIND OF PROBLEM?' Percy asked as he ran with Harry and Neville up another hill to Hogwarts. Neville nodded.

'Do you guys mean a godly problem?' Harry questioned. He was still new to this, after all.

Neville's eyes flickered with confusion for a moment, then vanished. 'Yeah, that kind. I still haven't wrapped my head around the fact that you two are related, let alone twin brothers.'

Harry spun to face Percy. 'You hadn't told me you told him!'

'Don't worry,' he reassured. He's trustworthy.'

Neville appeared to appreciate the remark. 'Honestly, now that I think about it, I'm surprised that nobody suspects anything.'

'Wait, why?'

'It's obvious once you know. You're pretty much identical.'

Harry paused. Of course, he hadn't forgotten that they were twins, but Harry had only considered that to be their blood relation. It hadn't occurred to him that this would make them look any more alike than normal siblings.

Percy must have come to this conclusion at the same time. They slowly, comically turned to face each other, a look of understanding crossing Percy's face. Harry could feel the cogs whirring in his head.

Their features mirrored each other more than he'd realised. Sure, Harry was paler, Percy was a few inches taller (much to his dismay), and the glasses may have thrown everyone off a bit.

But aside from that, they were practically identical.

'Harry,' his brother said. 'Give me your glasses for a sec.'

By now, they had reached the main archway they had come through not fifteen minutes before.

Harry took them off and handed them over. Percy daintily placed them upon his nose.

They examined one another, and their laughter filled the hallway. In a sense, they had switched places. Percy, now that he donned Harry's glasses, only needed to un-tan a bit and shrink ten centimetres to pass as Harry.

'This is so weird.' Neville said.

'Yeah. I forgot about all this,' said Percy.

'Same,' said Harry.

Neville's eyes bounced between them in disbelief. 'You're identical twins. How could you forget your identicality?'

'I forget what I have for breakfast most days.' Percy tripped over a rock. 'And also, identicality is a word?'

'Yes it is.'

'So what's up?' Harry asked, reclaiming his glasses from Percy. 'You didn't remove us from class just to remind us that we look the same.'

'Basically,' Neville said, panting, 'there's an issue with a student on the first floor. I didn't see who.' he looked at them. 'They got claimed in the middle of class.'

'Why is that an issue?' Percy inquired, tilting his head. 'The Mist should have covered everything up.'

It was moments like these when Harry felt they knew something he didn't. Claimed? Who claimed what? What mist?

'About that. The mist doesn't work on wizards. So everybody saw.'

'Oh, crap.'

'Umm...' Harry butted in. 'What do you mean by "the mist doesn't work on wizards"? And what does "claimed" mean, exactly? Percy's not very good at explaining things.'