Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

meeting the Dursley's (and Potter)

Before this story continues, may I mention that I do not own PJO or HP.

Also, this takes place during the goblet of fire.

Percy P.O.V

I finally arrive in England after a very long flight. in. A. Plane. *shudder*

I claim my luggage, then head over to the waiting area where I see loads of people from all around the world greeting each other, I see a group of friends talking, and laughing. There's a couple about my age kissing. I turn away from them. They just remind me of everyone I killed in the war. I look down at the picture the officer had given me. It was a picture of my aunt. Then glance around the room again. I finally see her. She looks bored, and doesn't look like she doesn't want to be here. I walk over.

"Umm, hi. I'm Percy Jackson." I greet.

She narrows her eyes. "So you're the brat I'm supposed to take care of."

"Umm... I think so." Great. All I need is another aunt and uncle who hate me.

I hear her mutter something under her breath that sounds like. "My damm sisters, always going off killing themselves." Dam. Dam. DAM!! I start cracking up. I realize this is the first time in months I've laughed, or even smiled. "What is it?" My aunt snaps.

"You... said... DAM..." I say between breaths.

"You bloody Americans and your clean language. You better get used to people cursing."That makes me laugh harder. She does not get what I mean at all. I get a few strange looks. Then petunia looks down at my ROFL bag. "Where's your luggage?"

"Right here." I hold up my bag.

She looks at me skeptically. "Thats all?"

"Yup." All I packed was an outfit, and a photo book filled with pictures of the seven. Awkward silence.

"Well we better be getting along." Aunt Petunia sighs. Then she starts to walk outside to a taxi. I follow her. She pays the taxi driver.

"And where would you be going today Mrs..." the taxi driver asks.

"You will call me Mrs. Dursley."

"Ah, so where will you be going with your son?" The driver says.

"He's not my son." My aunt hisses. Then clears her throat. "He's my nephew. He lived in America, and since his parents died, I'm taking care of him now."

"Well, I'm sorry for your loss young man." The driver apologizes.

I now understand what Frank meant when he said that it never felt genuine when people apologize about losing someone.

Then aunt Petunia tells the driver the address,something like "privet drive", and the drive goes on in awkward silence. After what seems like forever, we reach our destination. I thank the driver, and we walk to a decent sized house. It's as normal as a house can get.

Before we enter, my aunt stops at the door. "While you're here, there is no funny business. I've seen what your mother can do, and we need none of that exposed to Dudley. Understand?!" I don't know what she's talking about, but I nod anyway.

"Good." She looks relieved. Then we open the door. There's no big welcome banner, or anything like that, and that's good. I don't deserve being celebrated.

We walk in, and here arguing coming from what seems to be the kitchen.

There's a boy who seems to be a bit on the heavy side, arguing with an older man that has no neck. I think it's about a diet. Once they see us, they stop immediately, and the man narrows his eyes. "And who would you be?" He asks.

I'm about to respond, but my aunt beats me to it. "This is Sally's son. She died and now we have to take care of him."

"All we need is another ungrateful little brat in the house." He doesn't look very happy about it either. "Well. I'm Vernon Dursley, your uncle. That is Dudley." He motions to the boy. "Upstairs is your cousin, Harry potter. He's the son of Lily potter, your other aunt." Well, at least I'm not the only outsider here. "Now I must speak to your aunt." They rush into the kitchen, and close the doors, leaving me and Dudley alone.

Dudley laughs. "Well, I guess Potter's not the only one with parents who hate him."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your parents probably killed themselves to get away from you." He laughs again.

That makes me angry. I try to contain my anger, but the ground starts shaking. Picture frames fall to the floor, vases shatter as they hit the ground, everything is complete mayhem. Dudley squeals, and hides in a corner. His parents burst through the kitchen doors. I somehow manage to gather myself, and the earthquake suddenly stops. I see aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon glaring at me. But there's also fear in their eyes.

"How did you that boy?" Vernon's voice is shaky.

"I don't know?" I can't tell them my ah, little mythology secret.

"POTTER!" He shouts. A skinny, pale kid with round glasses, messy black hair, and emerald green eyes, rushes down the stairs. I can see the resemblance between us.

"What was that?" He looks surprised, then looks to me. "Who's this?"

"That was nothing. Absolutely nothing. As for him, that is your cousin Perseus Jackson.
Show him your room. he will share with you." Uncle Vernon explains, glaring at both of us now. Harry nods, and motions for me to follow him. I do, and we head upstairs.

He goes to a small room, with a few posters, a bed, a desk, and an... owl? Harry plops down a sleeping bag on the floor. "You can sleep there until we can get you a bed.

Harry P.O.V

I'm lying in my bed, writing a letter to Sirius about my scar, when the house starts shaking. I stand up, about to head downstairs, when the earthquake stops, and I get called down anyway.

"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon calls. I rush downstairs, curious about the situation. I see a boy, he has messy black hair, and sea green eyes, standing next to uncle Vernon. He has a broken look in his eyes, and looks like he's seen more pain then anyone should. He also has an aura of power that's practically radiating off him. Could he have caused the earthquake? I put the thought out of my head. "What was that?" I ask. "Who's this?"

"That was nothing. Absolutely nothing. As for him, that is your cousin Perseus Jackson.
Show him your room. he will share with you." Uncle Vernon explains, glaring at both of us now. I nod, and motion for him to follow me. He does, and we head upstairs. I walk into my small room, and wonder how this space will be enough for both of us to share. Then I grab a sleeping bag from the closet, and plop I t on the floor. "You can sleep here until we can get you a bed." My cousin nods.

"If you don't mind me asking Perseus, how did your parents die?" I ask carefully.

He sighs "First, it's Percy. Not Perseus." Then his face darkens. "My parents were killed by a family member of one of my enemies." A moment of quiet there. "What about yours?"

"My parents were murdered by a very evil person." More silence. "Where's your stuff?" I ask, changing the subject. He holds up a bag that says ROFL on it.

"This is it." Then he places it on the sleeping bag.

"Well cousin, I hope you'll like your stay here. I know I haven't." Then I look at the clock. 6:30. "Lets go to dinner."

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I know I haven't updated, and I'm sorry. Forgive me.
I've been busy lately with tests, and taekwondo, etc.

Stay cool Demigods,

- Shark