The Heir of Voldemort (a PJO and HP crossover)

Part 3: Hogwarts Express and Hogwarts

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Disclaimer: Personally, I think this disclaimer is useless. 'Cause do I look like an old man to you? Or do I have a British accent? No. Meaning, I own neither the PJO books or the HP books.

Percy's P.O.V.

Lying in bed, in Harry's room, upstairs, with thoughts trailing in my head, I realized something utterly crazy. How could I not have thought about it? Or Dumbledore? Or McGonagall?

How the heck will I perform magic?

Now, I know that I'll know how but I won't know any of the things I'm supposed to know. The spells, the names of all the wizarding ingredients for making potions, all the wizarding games, the names of famous wizarding places, and so many more.

Sighing, I decided to just wait until the morning.

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I woke up early, eyes still heavy with sleep, from a nightmare.

Getting up, I noticed Harry and the other guy still sleeping. Yesterday, they didn't introduce themselves. All they did was walk upstairs to the girl's room (I was pretty sure its because I'm staying in this room) and I was quite certain the conversations were about me.

Except Fred and George.

Those two wizards...they seemed a wee bit surprised that I wasn't 'weirded out' by how they spoke in sync or how they completed each other's sentences. My first thoughts about them were: Mental note: never have them meet the Stolls. They were...the pranksters, I guess you could say, of the family.

The adults did tell me about themselves, though.

Remus Lupin (there's something off about that guy, I'm gonna find out), Arthur Weasley (that guy works in the ministry) who was married to Molly Weasley and has seven kids (six boys and one girl - the other guy I'm sleeping with is definitely one of he sons, judging from the red hair), Alastor Moody (or otherwise known as Mad-Eye Moody), and others (my ADHD took off from then).

After getting ready (and much curses befalling these robes - resulting in me not even wearing them) I walked downstairs.

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"Why aren't you wearing the robes?" Questioned Ron, the millionth time someone asked me that question.

I shaked my head shamefully at him. "Why do you wear them?"

He stared at me as though I were from outer space. "Those are muggle clothes."

"So?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"And this is the wizarding world."

"I still don't get your point." I cross my arms over my chest.

"And...well..." He can't find the words.

"What Ron means to say is that it isn't normal for a wizard to be wearing muggle clothes when not necessary. Even the muggle-born wear the robes when in the the magic world," Hermione said.

"Well, I know that!" I said, despite me not knowing that.

"And it doesn't really matter in America whether you wear your robes or not."

The trio stared at me.

"You have to wear them at Hogwarts," Harry pointed out.

I groan loudly before pouting. "But they're so annoying," I said, dragging out the word 'annoying'.