"Blimely!" Ron said, excitedly. Hermione looked at the fawn.
"Why is there a fawn?" She asked. The fawn must've heard her, for he walked over to her.
"Blaaaah!" He bleeped. "Im not a fawn, that is the Roman name. I am a satyr! My name is Grover."
Dumbledore stood up, and the sixth and seventh years all hushed. Then he looked at Percy.
"Why are you here? Why did you make a mess in my great hall?"
Percy looked at him straight in the eyes. "Because I can. From the looks of it, you're too old to do anything about it."
Everyone gasped. No one ever talked to Dumbledore like that. Not even Lord Voldemort himself. But Dumbledore merely smiled. "Oh, really? You think that age really makes a difference? Why, if you do, you are very wrong, and a bit too judgmental."
Percy looked at him and said, "Prove it."
Dumbledore smiled again. He pulled his wand out, pointed at Percy, and said, "wingardium leviosa!"
Percy floated in the air. He couldn't get down no matter what he did.
"Put. Me. Down. Please! Im. Sorry!" Percy stammered.
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Potter vs Jackson
RandomThis is a fan-fic of two great heroes; Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. This story will be based around third person, and I will switch around the two heroes throughout the story. NOTE: this is a fan-fic, so I will be making some of the chapters a bi...
