Half-blood is thicker than magic? (A percy jackson/harry potter fanfic)

Love Letters

~ One Month Later ~

The air was buzzing in the great hall at breakfast. Finally the day of the first Hogsmead weekend had arrived and the group of us was looking forward to relaxing in the three broomsticks and showing the half bloods around the village.

'Bacon' yelled Ron as he entered the hall, gaining some strange looks from the rest of us. 'What? I'm hungry!' he shrugged sitting down, stuffing the food into his face. We laughed at him just as the post arrived. An owl that I did not recognised swooped low over our table and dropped a letter in my lap, before flying off again without waiting. I looked at the letter in surprise, trying to think to whom the scrawling cursive might belong. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up at Hermione. She gestured at our group and said, 'We're all going to get ready for Hogsmead, coming?'

I showed her the letter and said, 'I'm just going to read this. I'll be up in a few minutes.'

She nodded and they all left, leaving me on my own. I opened the letter curiously but my expression became stony as I read the words printed there.

Dear Skye,

I'm sorry that I didn't write to you sooner, but I just didn't know what to say. It was unfair of me to kiss you like that and not explain how I felt but I thought that if I did it quick enough then maybe the shock would wear off. Look, I know I'm not making much sense, but here's the truth. I love you Skye Jackson. I have loved you ever since you came to stay with us after your father’s funeral. Yes firstly it was a brotherly love and I know that's how you feel about me, but then it grew into something more and I desperately want you to see me that way too. I know today is a Hogsmead weekend for you, so would you please do me the favour of meeting me alone, by the shrieking shack at 12.00? It would mean the world to me.

Yours forever,

Charlie Weasley.

I stared at the letter in shock. Of course I only saw Charlie as an older brother. I made up my mind, I would meet him and explain how I felt, that we couldn't be together because I didn't love him like that. I wondered up to the Owlry, not really paying attention to what was happening around me. More than once I walked into some disgruntled first years having not seen them. When I reached the Owlry, I fished around in my bag for a quill and some parchment. Leaning against the wall I scribbled a quick note,

I will meet you there at 12.00

Skye

I hoped he would understand how I felt by the sparseness of my note but I wouldn't count on it, the Weasleys were known for their stubborn headedness. I sent it off with one of the school owls and then hurried to my dorm to get ready.

I met Hermione and Annabeth and we headed down towards the Entrance Hall to meet the boys. We walked into town, the group chatting animatedly but I remained quiet. Throughout the trip I barely joined in the conversation, thinking about what would happen at 12.00 but the others didn't notice, they were too excited showing Percy and Annabeth around, not that I blamed them. The Half-bloods expressions were priceless.

As 12.00 arrived we were all sitting in the Three Broomsticks. I made the excuse that I needed the toilet, before sneaking out of the crowded bar and sprinting down to the shrieking shack. As I approached I slowed down, looking out for that familiar shock of red hair. I spotted him leaning against a fence, hands shoved deep in his pockets. As I called his name he looked around, his face lighting up.

'You came' he yelled, overjoyed.

We looked at each other awkwardly as we each tried to think of something to say.

'Charlie look-' I began but he suddenly crashed his lips onto mine. I struggled to push him off, he was strong from working with all those dragons. After a few seconds he pulled back and I glared at him. 'Charlie Weasley, that was unnecessary!' I yelled angrily. He looked so shocked and upset that I softened my expression and lowered my voice.

'Look Charlie, I'm really sorry but I came here today to tell you that I didn't want this. I love you as a brother but nothing more. I'm sorry.'

He seemed to sag where he stood, the twinkle fading from his eyes, but it soon returned as he tried to crack a joke. 'I suppose this is for the best then. I doubt my brother would be too impressed if I was dating his best friend.'

I gave a weak chuckle, 'I suppose not. I'm sorry Charlie but I just don't love you like that. Friends?'

'Sure' he said, embracing me in a tight hug. 'I'll see you round Skye' he grinned, before walking away and disapparating.

I shook my head at the way boys thought before heading back to the pub, hoping that I could slip in without my little trip being noticed.

Nico’s P.O.V.

I paced around the room that Hades kept for me in the underworld. He may have been a rubbish dad, but at least he gave me somewhere to stay. I kicked the low wooden bed hard. I couldn’t get Skye out of my mind. The last thing I had done was yell at her and leave her in tears. I know I’m the son of the god of the dead but even I can’t be that heartless, can I? Well obviously I can. Urgh I’m such an idiot, why didn’t I just go and apologise? Wait, that’s not a bad idea. I could shadow travel to where ever Skye is and talk to her. Apart from the fact I don’t know where on Earth she is right know, apart from the name of the school and that doesn’t really help. The school probably has all kinds of protections against unwanted visitors and I would definitely be classed as unwanted.

Mrs O’Leary snuffled at my face and I began to push her away but then I stopped. Mrs O’Leary loved Skye; the hellhound could probably lead me straight to her. Genius!! Why didn’t I think of this before?

I jumped onto the dogs back and yelled ‘Take me to Skye Jackson!’

I squeezed my eyes shut as she jumped straight into the shadows.

Mrs O’Leary stumbled out of the shadows and into a forest. I fell off her back and onto the muddy floor. I stood up, brushed myself down and stumbled towards where the trees seem thinner. Suddenly I saw Skye and I ducked behind a tree to stop her from seeing me. In my rush to find her, I hadn’t thought of anything to say. I peered out from behind the branches and what I saw made my stomach flip. She was alone with another boy. A tall gangly ginger haired idiot. I was about to call out to her and ask what she was doing with him when time seemed to slow down. In slow motion I saw the boy bend down and kiss her straight on the lips. I gasped and couldn’t seem to draw breath. I stumbled back into the forest. Mrs O’Leary was no where in sight but she would come home when she was ready. Trying to block out what I had just seen I slipped into the shadows.