Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Wizard?!

NO MORE SCHOOL!!!  NO MORE SCHOOL!!!  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Also, 5 FREAKING K? POSEIDON'S UNDERPANTS YOU GUYS ARE AWESOMENESS!

Me no own. 

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Percy P.O.V

"...Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagle
Deputy Headmistress"

All eyes in the room are on me. I shift uncomfortably.

"So... What does this mean?" I question.

"You're a wizard... What's your name again?"

"Jackson.  Percy Jackson." I reply smoothly.

"Well then, you're a wizard Percy."  Arthur smiles. "Molly, I think I know what to do with that extra ticket."

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"Wait, so wizards are real?" Ron sighs in exasperation. They've been explaining this for a while now.

"Yes, and like I said, most are trained at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry." Harry explains. I'll have to have a talk with Hecate about this later. She can't just create a new species of magic people.

"And I'm going to this wizard-sport tournament thing with you guys?" I ask.

Molly turns to my aunt and uncle. "Are you okay with us just taking both of your nephews like this, Mr. Dursley?" Vernon just grunts in response.  "... I'm going to assume that's a yes." Just a second later, Fred and George come downstairs, lugging a trunk, and cage behind them.  The cage has a snowy white owl inside of it.  That's sort of weird, but I decide not to comment.  This is probably some wizard thing.  

"Are you ready to go Percy?" Harry questions.  I nod in response. 

"How are we getting back mum?" Ron asks his mother. 

"The same way we got here you dolt." Fred says, pushing his younger brother.  "Floo powder."

"Do you know what floo powder is?" Arthur says.  

"Not exactly." What kind of name is floo powder?  It sounds like a disease.

"Well Percy dear, floo powder is a wizarding way of travel.  It's a simple process, really.  Take some powder." Molly holds out a bowl, filled with dusty, powdery type stuff.  I do as she says, and take a handful. "Good.  Now stand in the fireplace." I hesitantly walk over, and finally enter.  "Now, I want you to throw it down, and say 'The Burrow' say it nice and clearly though.  You don't want to end up somewhere else." At that last part, everyone looks at Harry.

"It was one time!" He protests.  *Cue eye roll*

"It will be fine, now go ahead and try it.  Remember: 'The Burrow'" I nod, acknowledging that I understand.  I take a deep breath.  

"The Burrow!" I say, in a loud, clear voice. As soon as I do, The seen before me dissapears, and I find myself in a totally different place.  The room I'm in looks like a kitchen.  There's one, long wooden table in the center.  There's also counter tops, cabinets, a stove, an oven, and a sink,(With dishes washing themselves) lining the paint chipped walls.  This house, the Burrow, fills me with warmth as a vague sense of home comes upon me.  I haven't felt like this since me and Annabeth- the feeling of warmth leaves my body as I remember my soul mate.  We could have had a place like this- a place full of love, warmth and life.  The perfect place to raise a family.  But Gaea ruined all of that.  She ruined everything.