Percy Jackson and Harry Potter (Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Fanfiction)

With a Little Luck

Hi everyone. It's been years and I don't know if anyone who was reading before is even still interested but I've thought about this story off and on since I stopped writing it. My hope is to finish the plot eventually but I'll be honest, it's been so long I don't remember where I was headed in the first place. As always I love feedback and ideas so don't hesitate to comment! I hope you guys enjoy, it's good to be back!

Percy's POV

The potions room was exactly as you would picture a dungeon to be; dark, dank, and distinctly grimy. Oddly, that's not what hit me as I walked through the door; the room smelled potently of seafoam, lemons, and parchment, a smell I quickly figured was spiraling from a vat of pearly liquid. It seemed I wasn't the only one enjoying the smell as most of the class sniffed at the air appreciatively, eyeing the cauldron.

I moved towards Annabeth. I briefly slipped my hand into hers, squeezed, then let go. It was soothing just to feel her as a solid presence next to me. We found our seats quickly, sitting near a potion that reminded me uncomfortably of when the camp's bathrooms had overflowed and the volleyball court had been covered in septic sludge for a week. Thankfully, I didn't have much time to contemplate that mental image before the door in the far corner of the room opened and a short, squat man walked through. He wore a shockingly vibrant pair of robes in a color I didn't even know existed, the buttons of which strained to accommodate a stomach nearly as round as he was tall. He waddled slightly, making his way to the front of the room, greeting the students brightly.

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth watched as Harry and Ron scrambled to grab the remaining copies of Advanced Potion-Making, along with a set of two, very beat-up, scales. Thankfully, Dumbledore had provided us with all of the equipment we would need to fit in with the necessary classes. Specifically, those that allowed us to keep an eye on Hermione, Ron, and, particularly, Harry. The two boys seemed to be posing no issue, especially for Percy, who always seemed to make friends seamlessly. The same could not be said for Hermione. Annabeth could tell she was smart and it was glaringly obvious she did not trust us. Something would have to be done about that or the group would never truly let us in.

"Now then," said Slughorn, returning to the front of the class and inflating his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his waistcoat threatened to burst off, "I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of things you ought to be able to make after completing your N. E. W. T. s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"

Annabeth had already noted each potion before taking her seat. This particular one appeared to have plain water boiling inside it.

Hermione's well-practiced hand hit the air before my own but I was not far behind; Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth," said Hermione. I nodded absently as she spoke, confirming what I had already thought.

"Very good, very good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table, "this one here is pretty well known. Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too. Who can--?"

Hermione's hand was fastest once more. "it's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.

Annabeth had recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance in the second cauldron, but did not resent Hermione getting the credit for answering the question. It was clear Hermione was someone to keep an eye on, she was clever enough to poke holes in the stories they had been forced to make up if they weren't careful.

"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here. . . yes, my dear?" said Slughorn, now looking slightly bemused, as Hermione's hand punched the air again. Annabeth mirrored his feelings as she chose to raise her hand second once again. She could feel Percy give her a quizzical look but ignored him. Her pride wouldn't quite let her pretend she did not know the answer altogether but she was interested to see Hermione's answer to each. Observing was more important than proving a point... at least for the moment.