Potter vs Jackson

Chapter 13: meeting the demigods

"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.

He put Percy down. He asked Percy, "Now. Why are you here?"

Percy looked at him with deep eyes. "Dreams. I've been having dreams where this noseless man tortured me with his wand."

"This noseless man, do you mean Lord Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked him, "did he have men around him in black cloaks?"

"Yes, he did."

Dumbledore. Sat down. "Professor Mcoganal, please escort our guests to, oh, about the Gryfindor common room? And...." He looked at the dog, then at Hagrid, "Hagrid, could you please take the dog?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, sir."

LATER THAT EVENING

"So let's get this straight, you're the son of Poseidon, you're daughter of Athena, you're a fawn, and you're a cyclops?" Ron asked them.

"Yes, and you people have faced Voldemort as well?" Percy replied and asked.

"No, Harry did. He actually dueled him." Ron replied, looking at Harry. Harry thought he was going insane. These were the exact people he dreamt about.

"How do you use a wand?" Percy asked Harry.

"Well, you have to be a wizard. Hold the wand with your hand, and cast a spell. Here," he stood up. "Hold out your sword."

Percy looked at him curiously. "How did you know I have a sword?"

"Er...." Harry thought. "Well, since you don't use muggle weapons, and don't have a wand, it only made sense."

Percy didn't look convinced, but he didn't ask anything nevertheless. He pulled out what looked like a pen, but it turned into a sword. Ron looked awed.

"How did you do that?" He asked excitedly.

"It was a gift from my father, it turns from a pen into a sword, and always reappears in my pocket if I lose it."

Hermione looked impressed. "Neat."

"Alright, hold the sword," Harry said; Percy held his sword out,"Expelliarmus!"

Percy's sword flew out of his hand. "That was a disarming charm."

After a little bit, Hermione went to bed. "Come on Annabeth, I'll show you where you can sleep."

"Yeah, Percy, I'll show you where you can sleep too." Harry told him.