Rise of The New Order (A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover Fanfiction)

The Pact

I know it has been a long time between updates, and I apologize. It was one thing after another, and I got delayed. But in my defense, I had a hell of a first week at school. And on a different but related topic, what I saw on the first day scarred me.

Translation- Begone, snake! Leave this body that you possess, or I shall bring unto you a force more terrible than that Lady Hecate showed as she crushed the uprising!

In the afternoon of the first of November, Harry lay in bed, racking his brain for a place where the DA could practice. Staring at the ceiling, his hands behind his head, he changed his train of thought and started planning his lessons- Expelliarmus was a must. Reducto and Incendio were also useful, though their applications were limited. Another must was Protego.

He started planning lessons, subconsciously thinking about his date with Cho. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop had been warm and cozy- while the Three Broomsticks was always brimmed over with customers and noise, the tea shop was filled with a few couples. Madam Puddifoot, a charming, small, plump woman served them the best chocolate he had tasted.

Harry sat up straight in his bed, a sharp series of raps having woken him from his daydreams.

A large, magnificent bird with a brilliant red-and-gold plumage was perched on the window, a scroll in its beak.

'Fawkes?' he said. 'What are you doing here?'

He opened the window to let the phoenix in. The bird dropped the parchment into his hand and pecked his ear. He stroked its head as he read the message. It was written in a familiar large, loopy handwriting.

Harry, I request your presence at my office tonight. I have certain... lessons planned for you. Please wrap up any business you may have before 10 P.M sharp. Confer with the demigods once- I assume you would like to, considering today's events.

Yours Truly,

Albus Dumbledore

P.S- I like Cockroach Cluster

Lessons? With Dumbledore? What for? He had ignored Harry for the best part of a month- even when Harry had stood in front of the Headmaster and shouted his name, his cries had not been heard.

So how come Dumbledore was inviting him so freely into his office?

Making up his mind, he wrote a reply and stuck the letter back into Fawkes' beak. The phoenix disappeared with a flash, bursting into flames as it did so, leaving scorch marks on the walls.

A corner of his lip turned up. Just another thing for his dorm-mates to complain about. He imitated a high-pitched voice- mad old attention-seeking Harry Potter who thought his scar made him a celebrity and his fire-breathing antics.

Shut up, he told his inner voice. You understand, deep down, why they behave like this. They don't want to deal with Voldemort's Reign of Terror again. Not after the family and friends they lost in the last war.

His voice argued: yeah, it's not like I'm happy about Voldemort being back, am I? He's killed my family, for Merlin's sake!

He snarled and punched the wall, feeling the pain shoot up his hand like a great thick fiery serpent had settled about it, squeezing until it shattered his bones.

Just then Seamus came up the stairs. Shooting Harry a look, he left the dorm as quickly as he had come.

He didn't want to deal with this. Why couldn't everything be black and white? Why must everything be in the zone between, where Harry couldn't move toward his goals without hurting someone?