The Heir of Voldemort (a PJO and HP crossover)

Part 8: So ... You Just Wasted Your Time Reading This

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Harry's POV (Should I do Ron or Hermione or anyone else too?)

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw," I protested.

"Maybe he woke up from a nightmare ..." Hermione suggested. I glared at her. "A nightmare about what? Not having enough blue cookies?"

Hermione looked at me weird. "Blue cookies? Harry, are you sure your not sick?"

"Yes, blue cookies, I saw him eating some yesterday. I have no idea where they came from though."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "The hatred for his grandfather is really getting to your head, Harry."

I glared at her.

"Come on, we have Professor Umbridge."

"That toad face is really getting on my nerves," Ron grumbled.

"Who's nerves isn't she getting on? Besides those Slytherins," I said.

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"Harry, you have to serve your detention ... Again," hermione reminded me.

I groaned. "That witch really hates me."

"You just realized?"

I glared at her. I'm doing that a lot these days.

When I got there, I saw Percy sitting at one the desks, looking inquisitively at the blood dripping down onto the paper. He didn't even seem hurt.

He turned around when he heard the door shut and Professor Umbridge stopped glaring at Percy and gave me her signature fake smile. "Hello, Potter, take a seat."

'I must respect my elders' was written on Percy's paper.

"What'd you do?" I asked.

"What do you think? I—and I quote directly—'disrespected my elder'," he snorted.

"I mean how."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I might have, uh, you know, used my wand to douse her with water, then—accidentally ... Maybe—started a semi-harmless fire that ate her desk."

I stared at him. "You're an idiot. It's official. You. Are. An. Idiot."

"I'll take that as a complement."

I almost face-palmed.

"No talking! Potter, Jackson, write," the professor ordered.

~These Time Skips Are Getting On my Nerves, Yet I Continue To Make Them (No Offense my Dear - not really - Time Lines)~

When we entered the common room, Percy immediately went upstairs, coming down few more minutes later with something in his hand, and leaving the common room ... I shrugged it off and searched for Hermione or Ron.

I found them sitting by the fire, arguing. Why am I not surprised by that?

"Hey," I said, sighing. Having already wrapped my hands I sat down.