Percy Jackson X Harry Potter

EIGHTEEN: Try Not To Vomit

Harry's POV

'HARRY! WHAT BRINGS YOU... all the way up here? You look exhausted.' Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, thankfully. Harry didn't want to go on a wild goose chase, or rather, a wild Dumbledore chase.

Harry did indeed look, and feel, exhausted. By the time he'd activated the staircase (Harry found it quite ironic that Dumbledore had a Griffin Door), his legs were basically melting, and all of his blood had rushed to his feet. Harry had been late to lessons before, but none of them required him to climb from the ground floor to the seventh floor in one go.

'Please,' Dumbledore said. 'Take a seat. Have a biscuit. It pains me to have you stand there when you look like you're about to die.' Harry could still rely on Dumbledore's sense of humour to cheer him up.

Harry took a seat and pondered the best way to explain their current situation.

'There's been an incident on the first floor. You may have heard?' Harry inquired, but Dumbledore politely shook his head. The arcane look in Dumbledore's eyes didn't pass Harry by. Or was it just him? No – he did know something.

Harry decided to abandon his caution and outright say it.

'We had a visit from your mother. She mentioned you.'

Dumbledore seemed to have put the pieces together, because he tilted his head and leaned forward.

'I assume you came here to ask me if I know of the Greek world.'

'Umm... yeah.'

'And about your brother?'

Harry choked on his biscuit and made a valiant attempt at hiding it. 'I didn't come specifically to ask you about that. But I did have a feeling you'd know.'

'Well, as you may have already guessed,' Dumbledore said, smiling. 'I do.'

'How?'

'You and Percy look far too similar for it to be a coincidence; green eyes, black hair, not to mention the constant prolonged glances at each other.' Dumbledore gave Harry a "prolonged glance" as he said this. 'It's almost as if you're having an entire conversation without saying a word!'

The look on Harry's face must have been ridiculous, because Dumbledore chuckled.

'The list of similarities between you only excludes complexion and accent, both of which are results of Percy spending the majority of his life in America, and your glasses. I'm surprised more people haven't noticed – it's hard not to.'

Harry stared. 'Professor, has anyone ever told you that you know too much about your students?'

'It's come up. So what is this "incident" you were telling me of?' he asked, leaning forward on his desk.

'I get the feeling you already know.'

'Humour me.'

'Sir, we don't have much time-'

'I am aware of that,' he clasped his fingers together, 'but I want to hear it from you.'

Harry tried to explain as concisely as possible. 'Someone's been claimed in the middle of class, and apparently the mist doesn't work on wizards. So... everybody saw it.' he said. 'Me, Percy, Neville and Luna are trying to figure out how to deal with this.'

Harry continued. 'Well, we only know of one way of making lots of people forget something – the memory charm. But we haven't been taught it yet, and we don't want anything to go wrong. and we couldn't get any teachers involved, since we didn't think they knew... Do they?'