Swapped (HP/PJO+HOO)

Chapter 14

"So you mean to tell me that my daughter and adopted son are now inhabiting the bodies of two American Greek demigods by the names of Percy and Annabell. But not only that, no, these two demigods are now also stuck for an unknown amount of time in Harry and Ginny's meat-suits," Arthur Weasley dead-panned with increasing agitation.

"Annabeth. And yes, Arthur. These two are actually quite famous among demigods," Minerva said, a smirk in her voice. "And did you know, they even saved the world a few times? I am so proud of my Annabeth. She even restored my glory. Isn't that just the sweetest thing?" The goddess gushed over her daughter like some sort of soccer mom. It was actually really disturbing.

Annabeth and Percy shared a glance. Percy was mock pouting and whispered out a teasing, "That is so sweet," remark before Annabeth hit him over the head.

"Minerva," Arthur said with barely controlled annoyance and agitation. "You. Are. Not. A. Roman. Goddess. You just aren't. Just like Harry and Ginny aren't in America and two non-existent demigods are not here in their bodies! We may live with magic but this is not a fantasy, and I have to draw the line somewhere."

"Listen to me Arthur. These children aren't here to cause harm. They did not come here of their own volition, and they cannot leave of their own volition. But, they are here. And no matter how impossible it may seem to be, that is the truth of the matter." Minerva had dropped her soccer-mom act and had returned to the steely-gray-eyed goddess we knew her as. Her voice seemed to be able to stop any noise for miles around and make any of those around her listen.

Arthur sighed. "I am trying very hard to believe you right now, but do you understand how hard this is for me? You're asking me to believe that Greek gods and their demigod children are real and alive to this day without offering up any ounce of proof."

"No, Arthur," Minerva countered. "I am asking you to have faith."

"Got it!" Annabeth whispered, handing Percy back the bobby pins. He threw them in the trash quietly and waited for Annabeth to give the go-ahead. Slowly, she creaked open the door and peaked left and right. She turned back and nodded lowly, her new red hair falling in front of her face.

Arthur and Minerva continued their argument on the level below them as Percy and Annabeth slowly creeped out of Ginny's room. Percy hoped with all of his heart that Annabeth knew what she was doing. He sure as Tartarus didn't.

Percy turned to quietly shut the door. Annabeth clutched his arm as he slowly, slowly brought the door to a close. He had almost locked it into place when-

"How the bloody hell did you two get out?"

Percy jumped and the door slammed closed. He whipped around and looked at Annabeth, but she was looking at a certain ginger-headed boy who was holding some weird looking blue blanket. Both of their mouths hung open, shocked and unsure what to do or say.

Percy himself wasn't all that worried about Ron, but of what was to come. If that door slam was as loud as it sounded to him, the whole household would crash around him in three, two, one-

"Har- er, Percy? What happened?"

"What happened to guard duty, Ron?"

"Really? Again?"

"Percy Jackson! Annabeth Chase! You get back into that room this instant!"

"Harry, Ginny, please, you don't know what you're doing."

Everyone talked so loud, all at once, that it was impossible to pick out who was saying what. Annabeth and Percy just looked at each other, sighed, and walked back into the room they had just escaped from.