Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

A fifth?

Who won in the video above? (Percy, in my opinion.)

I don't own anything except the plot!

LEZ DO THIS!

Snape POV (Honestly, I'm really excited for writing as Snape ;D)

I sit in my office, waiting for Jackson to arrive. He's already five minutes late for his detention. I roll my eyes at his carelessness. Perhaps another detention is in order...

Just then, none other than Percy Jackson bursts through the door, out of breath and covered in shimmering golden dust. I raise my eyebrows.

"You're late." I state.

"No dip, Sherlock." He mutters, then proceeds to plop down in a chair, and lay his head on the wooden desk.

"Get up Jackson." I say. The boy lazily moved his head up, and looks around, as if not remembering where he was.

"Can't a guy get some sleep? I just killed five hell hounds for gods sake!" I blink twice, then shake my head.

"No excuses." I snarl. Then I tap my wand against the desk, in a desperate attempt to wake him up fully. "Head up." He moves his head all the way up. "Tonight you will be doing these." I wave my wand, and a stack of parchment appears on Percy's desk. He just groans.

"Come on, man. Is this necessary?" He asks.

"Very." I reply. Then I waltz over to my desk, and examine some papers I had received earlier from Dumbledore. After a few minutes, I lift my head up to check on Jackson, to see that he's fast asleep. "Well that insolent little-" I'm cut off mid-sentence by an ear piercing scream ringing throughout the room.

I cautiously make my way towards the young demigod, and see his black hair covered in a sticky red substance. I stare in horror as he falls out of his chair, and begins to writhe around on the ground, blood seeping out of several new wounds. I overcome my shock, and bend down to shake him back to reality. After a few minutes, Percy's eyes jolt open, and dart around madly. He cries out in pain, and clutches his now red shirt. I raise my wand to do a healing spell, but Percy shakes his head rapidly.

"Water..." he groans. I don't hesitate.  I mutter a spell, and a stream of water bursts out the tip of my wand. Percy holds his hand out, and the water moves towards him, and then presses against him like a blanket. I watch in fascination as Percy's cuts close, and fade to scars. He however, is on the floor, shaking and breathing heavily.  Tears are streaming down his face.  I take a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly.  Percy doesn't reply.  He stands up, and brushes himself off, eyes closed.

"I think... I think I'll be going now." He states slowly.  I nod.  Although I am extremely curious about what happened, at the moment the boy seems fragile.  If I poke around in his past, a single touch will shatter him.  With this one movement, he walks out of the room, the doors slamming in his wake.

I can't help but think that I've underestimated Percy Jackson...

Harry POV

"Now the moment you've all been waiting for... the selection of the quad-wizard tournament!" All of us erupt in cheers as Dumbledore announces this, he quickly beckons for us to quiet down.  Then he raises his hand, and all the torches in the room go out, leaving only the faint blue glow from the goblet.  "The durmstrang champion is..." The fire turns bright red, and spits out a slip of paper.  "Viktor Krum!" Krum stands up from his seat, and is greeted by claps and cheers.  He confidently walks up to Dumbledore, who pats him on the back and gestures for him to walk through a door in the back.