Percy Jackson and the School Of Witchcraft And Wizadry (PJO/HP crossover/AU)

Chapter 19: Nicolas Flamel~Percy Part One

So I'm back, but I'm haven't even started publishing. I just gotta say I hate editing and revising. I will be writing weekly, but it'll be in small parts.

According to the letters Harry and Ron frequently sent, their winter break was more eventful than mine. I didn't mind at all although.

I prefer it if I didn't have to question what my heart's desire was. However, I believe my heart's biggest desire would be a lifetime supply of blue cookies.

Coming back to Hogwarts from winter break was filled with mixed feelings. I would miss my mom til summer, but I got to go back to a place where I semi-fitted in.

I got on the train after getting apparated with the help of a ministry person. I looked around the train and eventually found Hermione reading a book.

The train ride was spent occasionally talking, but more with me enchanting a paper airplane to fly around for my entertainment.

The moment we arrived, Hermione lectured the guys about not finding out who Nicholas Flamel was over the break and sneaking past curfew. We went back to looking through the library whenever we could.

Harry was being worked to the bone by Wood. Quidditch may have been a cool sport, but Oliver Wood was way to serious about it.

Then one day I was watching Hermione and Ron's chess match, when Harry walked in looking glum.

"Don't talk to me for the moment," said Ron when Harry sat next to him, "I need to concern-" He noticed Harry's face. "What's the matter with you? You look terrible."

Harry explained that Snape would be the Quidditch referee for the Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor game.

"Don't play," said Hermione at once.

"Say you're ill," said Ron.

"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.

"Really break your leg," said Ron. I had to intervene before they suggested he jump off a cliff.

"Chill. You're insane." I simply responded along with a 'stop' hand-gesture.

"If I back out, Gryffindor can't play." Said Harry.

Then Neville fell into the common room. His legs were locked together with the Leg-Locker Curse and I was certain he hopped all the way here.

Everyone fell laughing except for Hermione, who went to help him.

"What happened?" Hermione asked after helping him with the counter-curse.

"Malfoy, I met him outside the library. He said he'd been looking for someone to practice on." Neville exclaimed shakily.

Hermione urged him to tell McGonagall, but Neville refused. He seemed practically miserable.

"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin."

Neville managed a weak smile. He thanked Harry for his support, gave him a trading card and went to bed.

I went back to watching the room and I nearly fell to the ground when I heard Harry gasp. I turned around to see Harry staring at his card intently.

"I've found him!" He whispered. "I've found Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here -- listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for the defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicholas Flamel!"