Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Transfiguration...............

Draco POV

I sigh as I walk into the room of requirement.  Hermione was there, and Percy was tapping his foot and playing with his pen.  

"Hi." I greet, making both of their heads snap up.  

"Oh.  Hey, Draco." Percy says, pocketing riptide.  "You ready?" I nod, and pull my weapon out of my boot.  The green gems in the snakes eyes seem to be staring into my soul, and I shift uncomfortably.  Even though I was a son of Ares, I still wasn't completely accustomed to the dagger.  

There seemed to be a weird vibe about it.  Something off.  But I ignored the feeling.  I needed it to defend myself.

Percy uncaps riptide, shifting it between his hands.

"Oh, by the way," He begins, moving towards me.  "Harry and Ron know about the gods and stuff." He swings his sword.  I manage to dodge the sword mostly, but the tip of it grazes my temple, causing a thin stream of blood to leak from the wound.  I rub the cut, and stare at Percy with wide eyes.

Guilt floods his features as he reaches in his pocket.  He pulls out a small square that I recognize as ambrosia.  I take it gratefully and immediately scoff it down.  I sigh as I feel the sword wound close.  I wipe the blood off my face, and turn back to Percy.

"They know now?" I inquire.  Percy nods.  

"I didn't tell them about you, though.  I thought it should be up to you if they find out or not."  He says.  I didn't know what to say.  

"I'll think about it." I respond, swinging my dagger.  Percy nods, and we continue to duel. 

"You know," Percy starts, not stopping the quick motions of his sword.  "Cedric was pretty ticked off when I told him that Hermione knew about that stuff." I falter, but make sure not to repeat my earlier mistake.  

"Is Diggory a demigod?" I ask in surprise. "That weird Hufflepuff?"

"Yep. Son of Hecate.  Went to camp with him for a bit, then thI hought he was dead.  But apparently now he's alive and british, and all was well until he got pissed off.  Now he basically just ignores me."

I dodged a swing, and sent a stab Percy's way, he dropped to the ground, and rolled to his feet.  I tried to process the dorky seventh year fighting a million-headed monster, or dueling his friends for practice.  But I couldn't picture it.  Cedric seemed harmless. 

"That's weird." I comment. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hermione look up. 

"Well, it actually makes sense." She says, placing the book on the side. "Hecate is the goddess of magic. And Cedric is a wizard, and from what I've heard very skilled in many of his classes. He's also a seeker, which requires sharp reflexes, and being able to use weaponry must help with that. And-"

"I get it." I interrupt, swinging my dagger once more. Percy suddenly slides down, and swings his legs beneath me. I trip, and land on my back. His sword is at my neck in a second. I groan, and take his offered hand. I knew he was still going pretty easy on me. I wouldn't have lasted this long otherwise. 

I stood up, and brushed myself off, before putting away my weapon. 

"I should probably get going." I say. "It's almost time for class." Percy nods, and caps his sword. Hermione stands up, and follows the two of us out. 

Percy POV

I walk alone through the nearly empty corridors. Probably late again. There were a few seventh years leaning against the wall, chatting with each other. A few heads turn my way, but I ignore the whispers that follow me. I didn't even know how I was late. Hermione was in this class too. Sure, I stopped to get my wand from the dorm, and went to the bathroom, but still...

I burst into the classroom, half the heads turning my way. Professor McGonagall looks up with raised eyebrows.

"Mr. Jackson. So nice of you to join us." I feel my face go hot. I mutter an apology, and sit down in the only empty seat. The guy beside me, Neville I think, stares at me before turning back to the front.

I hate this class. Transfigure-something. It reminded me too much of Frank. 

And I can tell you with no hesitation- I sucked. The distraction of thinking of Frank, made me lose concentration. It made it pretty hard to make myself turn back into a Percy from a cat.

And, all in all, I just wasn't a very good wizard. 

"....a guinea pig." I blink, and look around blankly. What did she just say? Neville turns towards me, a nervous glint in his eye. 

"Are- Are you ready?" He asks, fiddling with his wand. 

"Um..." I start, "I wasn't really listening. Do you mind telling me what we're supposed to be doing?" I ask in a hushed tone, so the teacher won't hear.

"Well certainly, Mr. Jackson." A voice from behind me says. I jumped back in shock, and fell off the chair. My pen slips out of my pocket, and skids across the floor. I reach across to get it, but it flies into McGonagall's hand. 

"Er- um, professor? Can I have my pen back?" I shuffle my feet in front of me. 

"At the end of class. Perhaps next time you will pay more attention to the lesson. Mr. Longbottom will explain the instructions to you." She then waltzed off with Riptide in hand back to the desk. I didn't think Dumbledore had told her about me yet. If he did, she wouldn't have taken my pen. I was just freaked out about what she'd to when it returned to my pocket...

"So, basically we have to turn the other person into a guinea pig." Neville explains, his face slightly red. I did the opposite and paled. It was so much like...

I shut out the memories.

Neville told me the spell, and I volunteered to go first. I aimed my wand at him, and concentrated. I smiled as I felt riptide return to my pocket, and flicked my wand. Neville slowly shrunk down in size, until he became a... guinea pig??

He appeared to be a small, hairless cat. I grimaced, and held up my wand to turn him back.

But McGonagall interrupted.

"Your pen... it disappeared." She says in a surprised tone. I tried to hide my smirk. I pull riptide out of my pocket. 

"This one?" She snatches it out of my hand, and examines it.

"What did you enchant this with, Jackson?" She asks, voice laced with curiosity. 

"I didn't." I state truthfully. "It just has separation anxiety." The professor stares at me. I shift under her gaze. Suddenly, the pen transports to my pocket once again, disappearing from her grip. I sigh, and hand it to her again. McGonagall shakes her head, and walks back to her desk. I stand there for a minute. She should probably talk to Dumbledore.

I feel a squeak from the ground, startling me out of my thoughts. Oh right. The naked Neville cat.

"Sorry man." I mutter, pointing my wand towards him. He grows in size, until I see Neville standing in front of me, his tall figure looming over me.

"It's ok." He says, taking out his wand. "It's not that different from being human." 

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So I just got shipped with some guy at my school. He's my stand partner in band, and one of my friends WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT.

I have to have someone hold me back so I don't punch her in the face :)

Me- hunter of Artemis.

HELP.

Stay cool demigod, 

-Shark