Of Wizards and Water (Harry Potter and Percy Jackson fan fiction)

II - In which I stay at a 5 star resort

Percy always wondered why prison cells, or dungeons for that matter, weren't comfier.

Honestly, If you wanted the prisoner to stay, could you not at least give them a bed. A pillow even?

If he truly was at a place that sounded as extravagant as Malfoy manor, surely they could provide their prisoners with a more comfortable stay.

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When Percy first woke up he forgot where he was.

He stumbled around in the dark for a while trying to remember where he was, and what he was doing there. It only took seconds for it to hit him.

And, unfortunately, so did the rest of his memories. He felt the tears well up in his eyes, and he had to blink them back furiously to prevent them from spilling all over the concrete floor. He felt his hand start to shake as the emotions came flooding in.

He was on the verge of a panic attack, as he started to back himself up towards the nearest wall he could find for support.

His chest started to contract, and his entire body was beginning to vibrate in the shear pain of remembering what happened. But before he could collapse fully into a panic attack, a door to his left creaked open.

'Lumos'

After the word was whispered a small light radiated from where the noise came from. Much to Percy's surprise, the light was being emitted from the end of a stick, very similar to what the people who kidnapped him had.

The concept still blew his mind.

It probably shouldn't, considering his dad was a god, his brother was a cyclops and technically he is related to every single horse on the planet. Yet, the thought of being able to channel power through a stick made his mind feel like mush.

He was snapped out of his thought when the light started to float towards him, and it wasn't until he was about 10 feet away from him, that Percy could actually see who was holding the stick.

A short stubby man, that looked suspiciously of a rat came into view. Percy turned his head so that he was looking directly into the man's eyes. He must have been taken aback by the amount of confidence that Percy showed, as he took a small step backwards, and his nose wiggled slightly.

The resemblance this man had with a rat was so similar, that is was almost as if he was a rat.

Despite the fear the man was obviously showing he took a big step towards Percy and pointed the stick straight into Percy's face.

"Get, get up, and f...follow me" the man stuttered.

Percy did as he was asked, not wanting to cause any trouble. He had to gather some info before he made his daring (and probably idiotic) escape.

He followed the short man as he waddled up some stairs and entered a large hall. Where there were at least 15 people all sitting around a long table.

As soon as Percy walked into the room, all heads turned towards him. He stared back at them defiantly, not wanting to show any fear. He had to show them that he was not afraid of them. No matter who, or what they were.

As he looked around he noticed that everybody in the room had a solemn face on. Except for one woman, who looked more like a child at a fair, than anything else. Her pure joy stood out like a sore thumb and made her looked insane. Percy was almost certain that she was.

As he walked closer to the large table he slid his hand into the pocket of his jean shorts. He was relieved to feel that riptide was still there. Whoever searched him, either did a poor job or thought a pen didn't prove any danger or worth.