Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

Christmas

Percy snuggled into the hand-knitted sweater that Mrs. Weasley had handed him. She had looked a little sad, and Percy wasn't surprised. If he had a son named Percy that ran off without a reason or thought, and suddenly another dude called Percy turned up, he would've probably bawled his eyes out at the reminder of what he had lost.

He thanked her profusely and offered her a carton of his mother's freshly baked blue cookies, almost the same color as the sweater handed to him.

Percy had made probably a dozen Iris messages that morning. He felt a teeny bit homesick. Last year, he had spent his Christmas at Camp Half-Blood, screaming Christmas songs and inside jokes, laughing so hard that tears ran down their cheeks.

The Demigods had had an epic snow ball fight. (He and Annabeth had won. So what if he was a little smug on it.)

The seven, Grover, Tyson, and Nico had grouped at his apartment later, and they had all stuffed themselves with so many sweets that his mother had promptly fainted from the result. Advice: Do not hand a group of ADHD kids sugar. Otherwise, you may face certain death from frustration.

And...maybe this Christmas wasn't going to go the same as his last one. But Percy found himself not as disappointed as he thought he would be. After all, he was spending it with another family. And yes, the family might be a completely different species than his own. Nevertheless, they were still his friends, and Percy wouldn't trade them for the world.

Percy grinned as the twins chased each other around, red hair glaringly bright. Anyways, some of them reminded him of others.

He guessed it was a good thing that came out of Hecate's mission. Speaking about Hecate, she had visited him last night and had bombarded his brain on even more tips on casting spells and brewing potions. 

Percy honestly did not get how he had not died in his sleep. Between Harry's DADA lessons and Hecate's surprise attacks, his brain was going into overload.

"Your magic is not stable," Hecate told him, hands crossed in front of her regally. "That is to be expected. Demigods are not supposed to handle wands. However, I have blessed you, and blessings have to work both ways. Perseus, you need to accept the magic. I expect improvement in your magic skills. It would be a great asset to you."

It definitely wasn't pressuring at all. Hecate did not even wish him a Merry Christmas afterwards. Gods these days. Didn't properly celebrate muggle holidays.

Percy crinkled his nose at his thoughts. Oh dear. Maybe the British wizards were impacting him more than he thought. Had he developed an accent yet? 

Percy pictured Ron's voice coming out of him as he greeted his American friends. He pushed the thought away. That was almost scarring. Plus, he remembered Annabeth telling him once that usually people who adopt an accent till age four kept that accent.

"HEADS UP!" one of the twins shouted, and Percy barely had time to duck down before a projectile zoomed over his head at a speed fast enough to decapitate someone. 

"Sorry 'bout that, Perce." Fred grinned at him, freckles standing out against his cheek. Or maybe it was George. He still had trouble distinguishing between the two of them, but he was pretty sure it was Fred.

His guess was usually correct. Kind of. Not really. 

He managed a smile back before they scrambled away, yelling and swearing as they tried to catch the projectile again. Across from him, Percy caught sight of Sirius. The man's expression was blank, a silent bliss. His dark hair fell in a scraggly mess around his face.

Percy supposed that Sirius used to be handsome, and it still peeked out. But twelve years of imprisonment tends to cut people down. He felt a sting of pity for the man. Did all wizards have tragic backstories? If so, that was another reason why Percy did not fit in.