A life changing story "Harry Potter and Percy Jackson

Chapter 10

Percy had seen many miracles. When he actually killed the minotaur, Greek Gods being real and Hagrid.
"Riddle might have got the wrong person," said Hermione. "Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people. . . ."
"How many monsters d'you think this place can hold?" Ron asked dully.
"We always knew Hagrid had been expelled," said Harry miserably."And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award."
Ron tried a different tack.
"Riddle does sound like Percy My brother. who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?"
"But the monster had killed someone, Ron," said Hermione.
"And Riddle was going to go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts," said Harry. "I don't blame him for wanting to stay here. . . ."
"Hear hear," Percy said.
"You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didn't you, Harry?"
"He was buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent," said Harry quickly.
The four of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice.
"Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?"
"That'd be a cheerful visit," said Ron. "'Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?'"
In the end, they decided that they would not say anything to Hagridunless there was another attack, It was now nearly four months since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick had been petrified, and nearly everybody seemed to think that the attacker, whoever it was, had retired for good. Peeves had finally got bored of his "Oh, Potter, you rotter" song and in March, several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy
"The moment they start trying to move into each other's pots, we'll know they're fully mature," she told them. "Then we'll be able to revive those poor people in the hospital wing."
The second years were given something new to think about during their Easter holidays. The time had come to choose their electives for the third year, a matter that Hermione, at least, took very seriously.
"It could affect our whole future," she told Harry and Ron as they poredover lists of new subjects, marking them with checks.
"I just want to give up Potions," said Harry.
"We can't," said Percy gloomily. "We keep all our old subjects, or I'd'veditched Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"But that's very important!" said Hermione, shocked.
"Not the way Lockhart teaches it," said Ron. "I haven't learned anythingfrom him except not to set pixies loose."
Neville Longbottom had been sent letters from all the witches andwizards in his family, all giving him different advice on what to choose.Confused and worried, he sat reading the subject lists with his tonguepoking out, asking people whether they thought Arithmancy sounded moredifficult than Study of Ancient Runes. Dean Thomas, who, like Harry, hadgrown up with Muggles, ended up closing his eyes and jabbing his wand atthe list, then picking the subjects it landed on. Hermione took nobody'sadvice but signed up for everything.
So taking Percy Weasley's advice, he signed up for Care of magical creatures and Muggle studies. Ron took Divination and Care of magical creatures while Harry chose the same new subjects as Ron.
Gryffindor's next Quidditch match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that Harry barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework. However, the training sessions were getting better, or at least drier, and the evening before Saturday's match he went up to his dormitory to drop off his broomstick feeling Gryffindor's chances for the Quidditch Cup had never been better.
At the same night, something happened. Someone stole Riddle's diary from Harry but no one knows who took it. It was a Gryffindor but which one?
"Perfect Quidditch conditions!" said Wood enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, loading the team's plates with scrambled eggs. "Harry, buck up there, you need a decent breakfast."
Percy realized that Harry had been staring down the packed Gryffindor table, probably wondering if the new owner of Riddle's diary was right in front of his eyes.
As he left the Great Hall with Harry, Ron and Hermione to go and collect hisQuidditch things. Harry stopped shouted aloud that made the three of them jump away from him inalarm.
"The voice!" said Harry, looking over his shoulder. "I just heard it again— didn't you?"
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Harry — I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to thelibrary!"
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still lookingaround, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Loads more than I do," said Ron, shaking his head.
"But why's she got to go to the library?" said Percy
"Because that's what Hermione does," said Ron, shrugging. "When indoubt, go to the library."
Harry stood, irresolute, trying to catch the voice again, but people werenow emerging from the Great Hall behind him, talking loudly, exitingthrough the front doors on their way to the Quidditch pitch.
"You'd better get moving," said Ron. "It's nearly eleven — the match—"
Harry and Percy raced up to Gryffindor Tower, collected their brooms, and joined the large crowd swarming across the grounds, but his mind was still in the castle along with the voice and pulled on his scarlet robes in the locker room. But then...
"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called throughthe megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos andshouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward ProfessorMcGonagall without getting off his broomstick.
"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play — the Cup —Gryffindor —"
"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms,where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. Asquickly as you can, please!" Professor McGonagall shouted ignoring him.
"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms,where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. Asquickly as you can, please!"
Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry over to her."Potter, Jackson, I think you'd better come with me. . . ."
Wondering how she could possibly suspect him this time, Harry sawRon detaches himself from the complaining crowd.
To their surprise, ProfessorMcGonagall didn't object."Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley. . . ."
Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling about thematch being cancelled; others looked worried. Harry and Ron followedProfessor McGonagall back into the school and up the marble staircase.But they weren't taken to anybody's office this time.
"This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a gentle voice as they approached the infirmary. "There hasbeen another attack . . . another double attack."
Professor McGonagall pushedthe door open and he, Percy and Ron entered.Madam Pomfrey was bending over a sixth-year girl with long, curlyhair. Percy recognized her as Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend(Ginny told him). And on the bed next to her was—
"Hermione!" Ron groaned. Percy stood still, shocked. Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.
"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don'tsuppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next tothem. . . ."
She was holding up a small, circular mirror.
The trio shook their heads, both staring at Hermione. Percy seemed the most effected holding her hand. Harry realized his hair had turned blood red. Whenever he's angry.
"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said ProfessorMcGonagall heavily. "I need to address the students in any case."
"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock inthe evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You willbe escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroomunaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matchesare to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities."
The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to ProfessorMcGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment from which she hadbeen reading and said in a somewhat choked voice, "I need hardly add thatI have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closedunless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone whothinks they might know anything about them to come forward."
She climbed somewhat awkwardly out of the portrait hole, and theGryffindors began talking immediately.
"That's two Gryffindors down, a Gryffindor ghost, oneRavenclaw, and one Hufflepuff," said the Weasley twins' friend LeeJordan, counting on his fingers. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed thatthe Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming fromSlytherin?" he roared, to nods and scatteredapplause.
Percy Weasley was sitting in a chair behind Lee, but for once he didn'tseem keen to make his views heard. He was looking pale and stunned.
"Probably because of Clearwater," Percy thought.
Percy also buried his head in books he managed to find. He even consulted Chiron himself who instead consulted Hecate who then passed a message that she shouldn't tell.
This involved a lot of swearing at the fates.
Percy, Harry and Ron had gone to Hagrid to confront him about the chamber of secrets. But the ministry came and addressed him. But not before leaving a message.
"If anyonewanted ter to find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter followthe spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'."
The spiders almost killed them. But that confirmed Percy's suspicions that Hagrid wasn't the one who opened the Chamber. But they know where to go, Moaning Myrtle's. Percy had seen many miracles. When he actually killed the minotaur, Greek Gods being real and Hagrid.
"Riddle might have got the wrong person," said Hermione. "Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people. . . ."
"How many monsters d'you think this place can hold?" Ron asked dully.
"We always knew Hagrid had been expelled," said Harry miserably."And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award."
Ron tried a different tack.
"Riddle does sound like Percy My brother. who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?"
"But the monster had killed someone, Ron," said Hermione.
"And Riddle was going to go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts," said Harry. "I don't blame him for wanting to stay here. . . ."
"Hear hear," Percy said.
"You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didn't you, Harry?"
"He was buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent," said Harry quickly.
The four of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice.
"Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all?"
"That'd be a cheerful visit," said Ron. "'Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?'"
In the end, they decided that they would not say anything to Hagridunless there was another attack, It was now nearly four months since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick had been petrified, and nearly everybody seemed to think that the attacker, whoever it was, had retired for good. Peeves had finally got bored of his "Oh, Potter, you rotter" song and in March, several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy
"The moment they start trying to move into each other's pots, we'll know they're fully mature," she told them. "Then we'll be able to revive those poor people in the hospital wing."
The second years were given something new to think about during their Easter holidays. The time had come to choose their electives for the third year, a matter that Hermione, at least, took very seriously.
"It could affect our whole future," she told Harry and Ron as they poredover lists of new subjects, marking them with checks.
"I just want to give up Potions," said Harry.
"We can't," said Percy gloomily. "We keep all our old subjects, or I'd'veditched Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"But that's very important!" said Hermione, shocked.
"Not the way Lockhart teaches it," said Ron. "I haven't learned anythingfrom him except not to set pixies loose."
Neville Longbottom had been sent letters from all the witches andwizards in his family, all giving him different advice on what to choose.Confused and worried, he sat reading the subject lists with his tonguepoking out, asking people whether they thought Arithmancy sounded moredifficult than Study of Ancient Runes. Dean Thomas, who, like Harry, hadgrown up with Muggles, ended up closing his eyes and jabbing his wand atthe list, then picking the subjects it landed on. Hermione took nobody'sadvice but signed up for everything.
So taking Percy Weasley's advice, he signed up for Care of magical creatures and Muggle studies. Ron took Divination and Care of magical creatures while Harry chose the same new subjects as Ron.
Gryffindor's next Quidditch match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that Harry barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework. However, the training sessions were getting better, or at least drier, and the evening before Saturday's match he went up to his dormitory to drop off his broomstick feeling Gryffindor's chances for the Quidditch Cup had never been better.
At the same night, something happened. Someone stole Riddle's diary from Harry but no one knows who took it. It was a Gryffindor but which one?
"Perfect Quidditch conditions!" said Wood enthusiastically at the Gryffindor table, loading the team's plates with scrambled eggs. "Harry, buck up there, you need a decent breakfast."
Percy realized that Harry had been staring down the packed Gryffindor table, probably wondering if the new owner of Riddle's diary was right in front of his eyes.
As he left the Great Hall with Harry, Ron and Hermione to go and collect hisQuidditch things. Harry stopped shouted aloud that made the three of them jump away from him inalarm.
"The voice!" said Harry, looking over his shoulder. "I just heard it again— didn't you?"
Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Harry — I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to thelibrary!"
And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
"What does she understand?" said Harry distractedly, still lookingaround, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Loads more than I do," said Ron, shaking his head.
"But why's she got to go to the library?" said Percy
"Because that's what Hermione does," said Ron, shrugging. "When indoubt, go to the library."
Harry stood, irresolute, trying to catch the voice again, but people werenow emerging from the Great Hall behind him, talking loudly, exitingthrough the front doors on their way to the Quidditch pitch.
"You'd better get moving," said Ron. "It's nearly eleven — the match—"
Harry and Percy raced up to Gryffindor Tower, collected their brooms, and joined the large crowd swarming across the grounds, but his mind was still in the castle along with the voice and pulled on his scarlet robes in the locker room. But then...
"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall called throughthe megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were boos andshouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran toward ProfessorMcGonagall without getting off his broomstick.
"But, Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play — the Cup —Gryffindor —"
"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms,where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. Asquickly as you can, please!" Professor McGonagall shouted ignoring him.
"All students are to make their way back to the House common rooms,where their Heads of Houses will give them further information. Asquickly as you can, please!"
Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry over to her."Potter, Jackson, I think you'd better come with me. . . ."
Wondering how she could possibly suspect him this time, Harry sawRon detaches himself from the complaining crowd.
To their surprise, ProfessorMcGonagall didn't object."Yes, perhaps you'd better come, too, Weasley. . . ."
Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling about thematch being cancelled; others looked worried. Harry and Ron followedProfessor McGonagall back into the school and up the marble staircase.But they weren't taken to anybody's office this time.
"This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a gentle voice as they approached the infirmary. "There hasbeen another attack . . . another double attack."
Professor McGonagall pushedthe door open and he, Percy and Ron entered.Madam Pomfrey was bending over a sixth-year girl with long, curlyhair. Percy recognized her as Penelope Clearwater, Percy's girlfriend(Ginny told him). And on the bed next to her was—
"Hermione!" Ron groaned. Percy stood still, shocked. Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.
"They were found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don'tsuppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next tothem. . . ."
She was holding up a small, circular mirror.
The trio shook their heads, both staring at Hermione. Percy seemed the most effected holding her hand. Harry realized his hair had turned blood red. Whenever he's angry.
"I will escort you back to Gryffindor Tower," said ProfessorMcGonagall heavily. "I need to address the students in any case."
"All students will return to their House common rooms by six o'clock inthe evening. No student is to leave the dormitories after that time. You willbe escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No student is to use the bathroomunaccompanied by a teacher. All further Quidditch training and matchesare to be postponed. There will be no more evening activities."
The Gryffindors packed inside the common room listened to ProfessorMcGonagall in silence. She rolled up the parchment from which she hadbeen reading and said in a somewhat choked voice, "I need hardly add thatI have rarely been so distressed. It is likely that the school will be closedunless the culprit behind these attacks is caught. I would urge anyone whothinks they might know anything about them to come forward."
She climbed somewhat awkwardly out of the portrait hole, and theGryffindors began talking immediately.
"That's two Gryffindors down, a Gryffindor ghost, oneRavenclaw, and one Hufflepuff," said the Weasley twins' friend LeeJordan, counting on his fingers. "Haven't any of the teachers noticed thatthe Slytherins are all safe? Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming fromSlytherin?" he roared, to nods and scatteredapplause.
Percy Weasley was sitting in a chair behind Lee, but for once he didn'tseem keen to make his views heard. He was looking pale and stunned.
"Probably because of Clearwater," Percy thought.
Percy also buried his head in books he managed to find. He even consulted Chiron himself who instead consulted Hecate who then passed a message that she shouldn't tell.
This involved a lot of swearing at the fates.
Percy, Harry and Ron had gone to Hagrid to confront him about the chamber of secrets. But the ministry came and addressed him. But not before leaving a message.
"If anyonewanted ter to find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter followthe spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'."
The spiders almost killed them. But that confirmed Percy's suspicions that Hagrid wasn't the one who opened the Chamber. But they know where to go, Moaning Myrtle's.