Son Of Death -Percy Jackson And Harry Potter Xover-

Chapter Seven-The Island

Harry leaned against the wall of the cave he had been placed in, blowing the hair out of his face. He sat on the cold floor, knees to his chest for warmth. His wrists were chained to the wall above him in heavy metal cuffs, which dangled and jingled with each slight movement on his part.

Damn, caves were dull. All they did was stay there, all grey and intimidating. They weren't even smooth. They had jagged points and rough spots which poked him repeatedly. There was hardly any light, anyways. A giant boulder was blocking the entry way, and whenever Luke entered (not very often, and he had been here for what, two days now? He wasn't sure) a giant cyclops would move the boulder. It reminded him of that one story from his lessons, about the guy who called himself Nobody and stabbed a cyclops in the eye. Odysseus?

Harry didn't know. Apparently Percy had killed that cyclops too. Then again, Percy killed virtually every hot-shot monster, so that was no surprise.

Several hours after Harry got bored of his hair-blowing game (he was seeing how long he could keep it from touching his face), Luke walked in, the opening wide and letting sunlight shine through for the first time in hours. Harry squinted and flinched away from the light, almost hissing.

"Damn monsters, can't even defend themselves against trees," Luke was murmuring angrily, and Harry raised an eyebrow in question as his eyes adjusted.

"Trees, you say?" Harry asked casually, as Luke dropped into a cross-legged position across from Harry, oatmeal in hand and a glass of water next to him.

"The cyclops, like the idiot he was cut himself on a prickly  tree as we were walking here. Started glittering everywhere." Luke huffed, loosening Harry's chains enough for him to feed himself. 

Harry made a humming noise as he shoved the spoon into his mouth, eyes flickering to the cyclops that was munching on something Harry couldn't name outside the opening to the cave.

"You know, next time you come a blanket would be nice. Or a cushion of some sort. A lamp, perhaps?" Harry suggested, drinking his water greedily. They didn't give him food very often, after all.

Luke tapped his chin. "Possibly. No lamp, though. Would attract attention at night if the light shined through, past the boulder." He said.

Harry nodded. Good point. Even if it wasn't in his favor. He had gotten over being grumpy. Luke was much more hospitable if Harry was polite. Though Harry still felt like a piece of meat at times, the way Luke would eye him made him shiver with disgust. He wanted Percy. Scars weren't even cool anymore. "So that's a yes on the blanket and cushion?" Harry confirmed. Luke nodded reasonably. 

"You may be a hostage but you may as well be comfortable, as I really have no beef with you."

"Thanks. Much appreciated." You psychopathic perverted maniac, Harry thought darkly, as Luke turned to leave. Luke stopped abruptly. 

"You know, Harry,  have multiple Gods and titans on my side, and some have lent me their powers for battle." He said lightly, spinning smartly on his heel, facing Harry. He had a pleasant smile on his face.