Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

St. Mungo's and Abandonment

Harry didn't get the mystery that was Percy Jackson.

When he had walked out of the forest like he had just returned from a stroll, Harry had been glad, sure that Professor Mcgonagall had found him some help. The astounded look from Umbridge was enough to put him in a happy mood for the whole entire day.

He hadn't pushed Percy on how he did it, but at Ron's one question of, "How'd you do it, mate?", instead of answering with a flippant, "Oh, I had help.", Percy had muttered something about hair and Hagger and Grawp.

None of them computed in Harry's brain.

Contrary to belief, he was in no way nosy. He had allowed Percy some space, but the dude didn't seem even one bit traumatized. Or, at least, not in a traumatized way that included tales of giant spiders or centaurs. He had kept his mouth shut, and when Hermione had fawned over him in worry, he had responded in his usual humorous remarks.

And it left Harry wondering how Percy did not escape from his encounter with no permanent physical or mental scars. But he had looked over it, trying to explain it off on his own. After all, if Harry was in Percy's situation, he would want some space, too. But it didn't seem that Percy needed space.

Maybe he was good at concealing his emotions? Maybe nothing really happened in there? Yes, that must be it.

And Harry had tried to ignore the details on how in the world Percy Jackson had survived, opting to just accept him back into the group as if everything was normal again.

It was easily almost forgotten when the Cho business happened, and Harry was left reeling after the kiss, confused and hesitant. He didn't really know what to feel about her. Sure, his fourth year was spent sneaking peeks at her in slight fancy, but...it felt wrong. Cedric had died, and this was how he was honoring his memory?

He didn't know who to confide in. It felt wrong telling Hermione or Ron it, even though they were his closest friends. Percy wasn't even in his fourth year.

Harry ended up closing his eyes and trying to forget about it. He didn't need any more worry. Right now, he would just go along with it and hope that something good happens from it. It was his first relationship, really.

One night, the Trio stayed up late, sleepily reading over the Poseidon book, trying to connect two matters that didn't seem to connect.

"I dunno, they bloody well look alike." Ron squinted at the cover.

Hermione smacked him with no force. "That's not important. A lot of people look like each other."

Harry nodded along, not really comprehending what they had just said. Hermione seemed to notice, sending him a look drowned in sympathy.

"I think we're all a bit tired. Go on, get some sleep, Harry. I'll stay a bit more. I promise I'll go not long after."

"Hey! What about me?"

"Ron, you--"

Harry bid them good night and walked off, stumbling on the stairs like a drunk man. Merlin, he was tired. His head throbbed, his eyes drooped, and as soon as he hit the bed, he was slipping off.

Into a nightmare.

He much preferred the dream with the hallway that lead to nowhere than the red-tinted scenes of Ron's father.

He woke up, scar screaming in pain, Ron yelling worriedly. Everything was a haze, a blur from the hurt in his forehead. The smell of his vomit mixed with the putrid sense of dread, clawing up his stomach.

"Your dad," he panted, trying in vain to get their attention back on what he was saying, not what he looked like. Percy's face loomed above his, sea-green eyes almost seeming to glow in the darkness. He propped Harry up gently, like he was used to handling people that were gasping in cold sweat, trying to deny everything everyone thought about him.

"He's been bitten! He's been attacked, we have to . . . we have to . . ." 

Ron looked at him uncertainly.

Harry turned to Percy, begging him to trust him, begging him to understand. For a moment, no Percy's eyes turned in a tumultuous swirl of emotions, none of them comprehensible to Harry. And then everything froze, and one feeling surfaced: Determination.

Percy nodded, then turned to Ron and his other dorm mates. 

"Neville, go get Professor Mcgonagall Or Dumbledore."

Everybody stared at him in silence.

"Go!"

Neville sprinted into motion, spurred by the level of authority in Percy's voice. Ron staggered around in shock, frowning in confusion.

"Mate--"

"Harry, can you get up?" Percy asked gently, prodding him carefully.

Harry nodded weakly, placing his hands underneath him and pushing himself up.

"We're gonna meet them halfway there. If it's really as serious as you saw it as, we have no time to waste." He draped Harry's arm around his shoulders and wrapped one arm around his waist.

"Ron, c'mon."

"I--what--what in the bloody earth is happening?"

"I believe Harry had a vision."

"It might as well had been just a dream!"

"Ron."

Again. The one-word command. Ron almost tripped forward, eyes wide with worry and panic and fear.

They met Professor Mcgonagall halfway. Neville was sent back with a fretful look cast behind him. Percy seemed to convey something with his eyes as Neville nodded and scurried back faster than he began with.

Harry didn't dwell on it, launching into a breathless explanation as they ran all the way to Dumbledore's office.

As his hand touched the Portkey, he met Percy's eyes from the other end.(Harry felt a slight nervousness in his stomach. Dumbledore was taking Percy to Sirius's house. Taking him to the headquarters.) A snake-like desire crept into his throat, but Harry pushed it down.

Thank you, he thought. Thank you for believing me.

And then everything twisted around him and his stomach flipped from the vertigo.

Days later after the incident, Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat around a fireplace. Hermione had a book propped up in front of her, eyebrows furrowed in obvious distraction. Ron didn't seem to feel it, with feet propped and body slumped.

Harry had carefully slid the book out of Hermione's hands, closing the ancient cover with the elaborate writing printed finely onto it.

"I don't think we should . . ."

Hermione had softened and nodded.

Harry returned Poseidon to the Room of Requirements.

HELLO! It's been a looong time. I know that. Sorry for those readers. I honestly don't know anymore what I wrote before...but in my defense, I didn't know what to do. I also have school. And a non-life. Sooorrry. And thanks for reading. Also, point out any grammatical mistakes. I probably have a loooot. Like A LOTTA LOT! Not edited. Yet. Ish. Kinda. Yeah. BUH BYE!