Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

Exams are Preferable

Harry didn't know what to do. His arms shook, his whole body shook. The thrill of the Weasley twin's pranks (and Harry suspected the huge water display was all Percy. The dude had some kind of affinity with water.) and their grand departure might as well had happened another lifetime ago.

He knew his friends were trying their best to cheer him up, and it sorta felt wrong to be washing away all of their hard work, but Harry found himself back to square one. Except now, it felt as if he were standing in square -1000565. 

Crashing into several students and throwing careless apologies behind him, Harry struggled up the marble staircases, and then more staircases, and then even more, hands gripping the space in front of him as if he could slowly wind his life back together again if he tried hard enough.

His mind was numb. His being was numb. His dream played in his head, finally finished and twisting his stomach into gruesome knots.

"Harry! Harry!"

Almost mechanically, Harry turned, gripped onto Hermione's and Ron's arms, barely registering the worry, and pulled them away to an empty classroom.

"Woah! Mate, what's--"

"Sirius," he hissed, heart palpitating like a bass drum. It almost felt like that one day when (ONE TIME!) he had slept in later than Percy, and the cheeky green-eyed boy had used Sonorus and had yelled so loudly that Harry thought his eardrums were never going to heal again. "Voldemort--"

Ron and Hermione let out identical squeaks. Harry ignored them. 

"--has got him. We've gotta go." he turned to march away again, grips around his best friends' wrists tight and sure. They were going to get to the Department. They were going to save Sirius. Right now.

"Wait, ow, bloody--"

Hermione yanked him back. "Harry." she looked nervous, trying to shrug his grip off. "Harry, where did you get that information from?" she winced, and Harry realized just how hard he was clutching onto them.

Immediately, he let go, muttering a swift apology, then glancing around impatiently. Ron glared and rubbed his wrists.

"You couldn't have just--"

Harry spoke over him. "My dream. I saw it in my dream."

Hermione tensed up, just as Harry expected, and her eyes narrowed, sharp and analytical. "Harry, you have been practicing Occlumency, right?"

"Yes," he gritted out, an obvious lie. She seemed to detect it as her mouth twisted down, and she leaned forward as if she were going to give him a lecture but Harry really didn't have time for this and darn it, if they weren't going to come with him, then so be it.

He pivoted, feet falling forward, arms turned away from Hermione and Ron, out of their reach, out of their petty opinions that were delaying his reach to Sirius, to--

He crashed into someone. Hard.

His glasses made a creaking sound.

His vision clouded.

And then he was getting pulled off the ground and staring into the familiar sea-green eyes and tousled black hair of his friend.

"Oh my gods, Harry, I'm so sorry, are you alright, here, I'll do that weird spell thingy, actually no, that's not a good idea, Hermione, you're here! Oh gods, I'm so so so sorry, are you okay Harry? Oh, your glasses look a bit demented, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm--Harry, are you sure you're alright? I could--"

He twisted out of Percy's grip. "I'm fine!" he snapped. For a moment, he was glad, but that moment disappeared once he noticed that it gave Hermione and Ron more time to catch up. He whipped around, and was met with the graceful swish of Hermione's wand.

His glasses shifted on his face.

He turned to go again but found himself trapped. Scowling furiously, Harry let out a strangled growl.

"Hermione, I swear--Ron, help me out here."

However, Ron wouldn't look at him, head bowed down to show his ginger mess. "Sorry, Harry, but 'mione's right."

A sharp sting of betrayal, and then a fiery ball of anger crushed into Harry's chest. "SIRIUS IS BEING TORTURED RIGHT NOW! HE'S BEING HURT, AND VOLDE--"

Hermione clamped her hand on his mouth, eyes blown wide.

Percy blinked. Then slowly opened the door, where Ginny, Luna, and Neville stood, Ginny's hand outstretched to grasp onto the doorknob. Harry stared incredulously at them. Percy laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Heh. They followed me here?"

Oh yeah. That's right. They were in an isolated classroom right now. Definitely an open space where everybody knew where Harry is. "How did you get in here anyways?"

Percy laughed again. "Well, your retreat was definitely not a quiet one."

Harry flushed, then remembered why he was here in the first place. "Sirius!" he exclaimed, mentally berating himself for even letting his mind off for even a second. He turned to Percy, willing the older boy to understand. Maybe it was something about how Percy held himself, a look in his eyes, the way that he seemed to completely believe Harry the first time he had had a dream, but Harry found himself desperate for his output. "Please, we've gotta--"

"Harry," Ron butted in as Ginny, Luna, and Neville filed in, shutting the door firmly behind them. "How about we contact him first?"

Hermione looked shocked. "You actually said something intelligent for once, Ron!"

"Oh, shut it."

"Fine. Fine! And how do you propose we do this!? When Sirius's bleeding and dead, that's okay because we asked him first!"

"Look, I think I got the gist, and they're right. You can't just go headfirst into this!" Ginny butted in. "We'll get through Umbridge's office. We'll guard it, and you'll do whatever it is you have to do. Alright?"

Harry's scowl was so intense that Neville cringed away. His mind was too chaotic for him to feel remorse for scaring the fidgety boy. He wanted to scream. He wanted to shake his friends until they understood, wanted to somehow share the dream he had with all of them. Instead, he spat out another 'fine', and then they were off.

SO THAT WAS EXTREMELY SHORT! Honestly, is anyone even reading this anymore? Meeehh. One day, I'll edit this thing. Maybe.