Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover

Dream Sequence

"Perseus."

Muddy.

Dragged.

Hazy.

"Perseus."

This time, the voice was closer, more annoyed. Percy squeezed his eyes together, trying to blink the blurriness away. A woman's figure, purple, wreathed in floating waves of silk, seemed to waver in front of him.

He closed his eyes again.

There was a sharp sound, like a snap, and Percy jolted up, vision cleared enough to see the hand in front of him. He stared blankly at it and then at the goddess behind it. 

Hecate sniffed. "Good. You are here."

"Here?" Percy asked, rubbing his temples.

"Irrelevant. I am here to congratulate you."

"Congratulate?"

Hecate rolled her eyes. "Yes, demigod, should I turn you into a parrot to match that mimicking of yours?"

Percy was about to iterate "parrot" before deciding that that probably wasn't a good choice. Instead, he decided to repeat his previous question. "Where am I?"

The goddess sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose. "If you must know, you are in a dream right now. Currently, you are unconscious." then her lips twitched, so subtle that Percy almost did not notice it. "Good job in tangling up the dark lord."

"I did what?"

"You threw a brain at him."

For a moment, Percy sat (was he sitting? It felt as if he was just levitating in a pool of nothingness) dazedly, trying to recall everything. Then he shot up again, almost tripping onto Hecate.

"Harry! My friends! Are they okay?"

Hecate raised a slender eyebrow. "They are not dead, yes."

"But are they okay?"

"I am not the goddess of well being. Physically, yes. The mental toll? Well, Perseus, you have enough experience to be the judgement of that. But, yes, no one died." she squinted at him piercingly. "Especially that one Sirius Black."

Percy shifted uncomfortably under her stare, just remembering the trance he'd been in. The powers he had used, like the ones he used in Tartarus. Hidden from the gods' views. He gulped, waited for Hecate to disintegrate him, bellowing about how some abilities just shouldn't be.

The magic goddess did nothing. Instead, she looked away in an almost sly way, and said. "The young Harry Potter executed a disarming spell right before the killing curse hit you. That is the only reason you are not cold and six feet under. You should be grateful. The world of the wizarding world holds much power."

"Oh," Percy said dumbly. He realized that Hecate was implying that to her, his powers were not unprecedented. Well, another close slip from death. What else was new? It was sort of depressing how casually Percy could take these events. "What now?"

Now, the goddess looked slightly uncomfortable. She sighed again, but this time, Percy didn't think it was out of annoyance of pesky mortals like him not getting anything. "I would've preferred not informing you of this, but . . . I suppose you've done enough to be aware before--" she did not finish.

Percy had a bad feeling about this. "What?"

"I will have to . . . take your . . . presence out of the magic world."

He furrowed his brows, bemused. "Already?"

"Yes. Saving Black and temporarily rendering Riddle useless was sufficient to put the effects into place."

"Oh. Okay. So you're gonna . . . take my presence out of the magic world."

"And take . . . the magic world out of you."

Now, Percy wasn't known for his sharpness, but he was cognitive enough to understand that. Immediately, he tensed, hand hovering over where his pocket should be, where Riptide should be. A scowl found its way across his face, his emotions.

So many things crossed his mind, everything just seemed to lodge in his throat. His memory, wiped. Again? His mind meddled with for the second time. From a goddess. For some stupid quest.

Was Hecate planning this from the beginning? "Was that why you tried to keep me from telling so many people?"

The goddess's eyes widened slightly, surprised. "Observant. Yes, it is much easier to, ah, modify the memories of as few people as possible."

"Modify. No. No. Why--if--no."

"Perseus," now, Hecate's tone was sharp, matching the wisps of purple that curled off her fingertips, "I believe this isn't a choice."

"You can't just expect--no. You can't just do that! I--I--having your brain messed with is--no!" somewhere, buried deep within his thoughts, Percy knew that that probably wasn't the best way to talk to an immortal being that could blast you off the face of the earth, but anger clouded it.

Hecate's expression softened just the slightest bit. "I cannot pretend I know your predicament, but there is a reason why the wizarding community has been kept from the mythological one for as long as it has existed. As thankful as I am for ameliorating a dire situation in my domain, I am also one to stick with the norms."

He didn't understand half of what she was saying, but he got the gist. AKA, not listening to you, puny mortal, lemme just extract some part of you WAHAHAHAHAHAA.

"You are not the only one," Hecate said when the silence stretched for too long. "Everyone who was in contact with your situation will have to undergo it." The unsaid definition of everyone didn't go unnoticed.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Percy snapped.

"I advise you to watch your tone, Perseus Jackson."

Taking in a deep breath, he held it, and then let it go, trying to calm himself. It wouldn't matter anyways if he got himself killed out of disobedience. But he couldn't just . . . just . . . 

He screamed in his head. Sometimes, it just felt so suffocating to have beings just control his life. Like, oh, can you do this small small favor for me? It's not dangerous at all! You'll only brush death maybe a bajillion times. You can't do it? Toodle-loo! You're no use to me, so have fun being dead!

"How much?" he muttered through gritted teeth. "I missed an entire school year with Annabeth because of this. And I still need to catch up on my own lessons."

"Enough. If the Fates have it, then maybe not." was Hecate's vague answer. "If that is it, I am--"

"Wait. If you're going to take them away at least let me say . . . goodbye. To my friends."

She narrowed her eyes. "Waiting longer will not expunge the inevitable."

"I know. But, a dream. Like me. Right here." Percy hesitated, then added a reluctant, "Please." he met Hecate's eyes, trying to discern her expression. Finally, after what seemed like an eon, she turned away.

"Very well. But only three."

"Okay," Percy whispered as if afraid he would change her decision if he spoke any louder. He watched as Hecate disappeared in a flash of glowing gold, replaced, instead, with three very confused mages. 

He stepped forward, trying to blink the tears out of his eyes. "Hey, guys." his voice cracked, and Percy swallowed.

Hermione's hair was even more poofy than usual, and Ron's pajama pants hung in that familiar too-short way. Harry turned, blurry-eyed, no glasses. "Percy?"

He opened his mouth to reply, choked, and then stepped forward, wrapping the trio in a hug. It was all sharp elbows and awkward pats, but to Percy, it felt like a stab in the gut.

"I'll miss you guys," his mouth formed around the words. His breath an air of farewell. Percy didn't know if they heard it.

Heh. There are so many instances of deep, philosophical crap hidden (or, one. I exaggerate a lot.) in this story. Like the golden trio. That's why Hecate disappeared in a golden light. Heh. Heh. Heeeeeeeeeeeeh.