Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

The Quidditch Game

A/N: Sorry with the AN's! But I just wanna say that some of Lee Jordan's comments and the song is from the book. :) Thanks for bearing with me, fellow readers...if there are any fellow readers. Then I'll be talking to myself. Okay, off track. Read on! (or not)

Percy's hands were stuffed into his jean pockets, constantly twirling Riptide or playing with the fake Galleon every DA member got. The red and gold scarf around his neck repeatedly flicked his face when a particularly strong gust of wind hit him. He ducked his neck further into his robes, wondering how in the world Harry--who was soaring on a broomstick 50 feet above him--was not suffering from Hypothermia.

Ginny and Hermione were squished up against him as they both screamed themselves hoarse for their team. Percy heard a loud roar, indicating that Luna had just pressed the tip of her wand to her Lion hat. The sky up above was a pale, gloomy gray, like it had been for the whole November. The dude announcer--Lee Jordan, Percy remembered (considering how many times Professor Mcgonagall reprimanded him, Percy was sure to get it.)--squeezed in a comment here and there. 

"--and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, heading for the goal. He's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead..." 

Yet distantly, Percy could still hear the Slytherins singing the ridiculous song. No doubt Hermione and Ginny were trying to scream loud enough for Ron to focus on them rather than the insults. 

Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring...

Percy watched as Ron did a messy dive, completely missing the Quaffle as it soared cleanly into the hoop. He barely heard Lee Jordan's voice amid the cheering and the booing. He clenched his hand, chanting quietly while mentally cussing out the Slytherins who sang even louder. (he avoided thinking about what his mom would say to him if she had heard his thoughts. Sorry mom! You're not grounding me from cookies, right?)

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,

HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN...

Harry had been suspiciously still for awhile as all of the commotion went on around him, and although Percy still didn't really get the rules of Quidditch, he did remember one part. So, gathering up his ability to scream as loud as he can, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "HARRY DUDE MOVE!!!!!!!" (he probably damaged his lungs by doing that. And his voice might've cracked. But he sounded MANLY! Yeah! MANLY!!!!.........yeah.)

Surprisingly, the red and gold dot jolted and started circling the pitch again. Percy sighed. Well, there was one thing that went well...ish.

Ron let in two more goals, and from the screams from the Gryffindors watching, Percy could tell that they were getting panicked.

WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN,

HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN,

WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN--

But then Percy saw Harry dive, and he stood up along with Ginny and Hermione in anticipation. He let out a loud whistle in approval as the red and gold slowly pulled in front of the silver and green, then shot upwards in victory. Percy cheered along with the Gryffindor supporters, not caring that he still did not understand most of Quidditch. In fact, the first time he saw the pitch, he thought that it was used for a really messed up game of Basketball.

Percy started making his way down, planning to congratulate Harry and hoping that he wouldn't make him go up on the broomstick with him. 

Turns out, Percy didn't even have to worry. He didn't know if that was a good thing or not, considering a bronze ball about the size of a basketball (At least he got something right about really messed up game of Basketball! Right?)--a blunger?--ricocheted into his friend. For a horrifying second, Percy forgot that not everyone was scared of an all mighty king of the gods threatening to strike them down, and therefore was fine with a six feet fall, and he lunged forward in alarm. He didn't notice Hermione's questioning gaze as he righted himself up and let out a breath in relief.

Percy's view was blocked for some moments as a group of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws bunched up in front of him, filing off in an unorderly way. (which was not a word, but did he care?) As he was nearing the end, bouncing on the balls of his feet impatiently (gosh they were moving SO slow!) did he notice the oddly loud crowd of Quidditch player gathering around someone, or something, causing quite the commotion. He didn't see Harry's black mess of a hair or Ron's bright red anywhere. He glanced at Hermione and Ginny, confused. Perhaps this was a tradition or something after each Quidditch match? He didn't need to seek another look at both girl's face before concluding that there was a fight going on inside the circle. 

Percy quickly pushed past the remaining people who were standing around like a bunch of ducks, watching the chaos unfold in front of them. He shoved inside the circle, spotting Harry and one of the Weasley twins--who Percy had yet to become familiar with (like Ginny)--were piled onto a...Slytherin. He spotted a flash of gelled, white-blonde hair and almost considered letting Harry, Fred or George (he was sure that was the twin's names. The other one was being held back. Percy wasn't sure if that was good or bad...) beat him up.

His conscience took over and he launched himself through some girls screaming at them to stop (like, seriously. Go stop them yourselves!) and desperately tried to pull the two boys off.

It was harder than he thought it was. Apparently, they were pretty intent on mauling Draco. His thoughts were broken off as he heard a loud, "IMPEDIMENTA!" and he went flying back, sprawled onto the ground with George--Fred?--half on top of him. He could hear snickering behind him, and lifted his head to see a chubby kid covering his mouth, his Slytherin robes a bit dirty from all the dirt the fight had caused to fly around.

Percy sent him his best glare, and the kid immediately froze in the middle of laughing. 

He gently prodded FredGeorge off and made a move to stand up, but faltered when he saw the scary looking woman with spiky white hair and angry, scowling, (can eyes scowl? Hey! This reminded him of Thalia! Will this be what Thalia looks like if she aged? Never mind.) yellow eyes march up to the front of the small crowd that had gathered to watch the fight, which had dispersed when the coach had came. In one hand, she held a shiny sliver whistle and in the other, her wand. Percy distinctively remembered her as one of the teachers who circled around on a broom, watching and refereeing the match. Percy unconsciously glanced at the broom laid discarded some feet behind. 

She spluttered angrily, making Harry leap up from his place on the ground and Percy would've laughed if the situation wasn't so dire.

She jabbed infuriatingly at all three boys.

"Back up to the castle, all of you and straight to your Head of House's office. Go! NOW! Unbelievable. Never seen any behavior like this." the lady screamed.

Percy obediently followed George and Harry back to the Hogwarts building. He decided not to protest against her. (What? She was a scary lady.)