The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

14. A phone call home

Percy POV

The past month I've been at Hogwarts has been great. I've gotten to spend time with Harry, and gotten to know Hazel without weird visions of the 40s, made some friends, spent time with my girlfriend and learned about magic. I think the biggest thing I've learned so far, is that wizards are all dumb-asses.

We have magic! And we learn things like how to make an egg do a cartwheel or how to turn a turtle into a teacup, instead of, making potions for mortals (or is that muggles, now?) can use that are more effective than modern medicine. We can make a spell for permanent 20/20 vision, make things fireproof for obvious reasons, and so much more. But people get arrested for trying to have toilets bite people trying to piss.

"I can't do this," Annabeth muttered shutting the Transfiguration textbook that we had homework in. "The words won't freaking work." We were the only ones in the common room, it being almost 2 in the morning on a Saturday.

"You're going to hate studying for  NEWTS exams at the end of the year if you don't like this homework," Ron said.

"What- oh not that," Annabeth said a bit deflated. I knew she was just having a bad day and trying to read that chapter with dyslexia was not easy. "The font in this book is just making me angry and giving me a headache."

"What does that even mean?" Hermione said at the same time I said "Big mood."

"Americans are weird." Ron made up an excuse.

"Yeah, well, you guys..." Annabeth struggled to think of a counter-argument. "You guys spell things with extra letters for no reason. And it's dumb."

"Very smart words Owl Face." I laughed.

"Kelp Head I can end you in about a minute." She joked.

"You wish," I said back and blew her a kiss. She stuck her tongue out at me and smiled.

"Why do you guys call each other that?" Ron asked, " The kelp thing and the owl and you guys call Hazel a metal detector."

"Long story I guess," I said. "Almost everyone at school had a nickname like that. I got mine cause I'm almost always by the lake back in New York. I used to race all the time...The only person who could even come close to me in a race would be Harry."

"Probably not anymore. I haven't swum since I was 14." Harry said. "Unless that time in March where I almost drowned..."

"What?" Annabeth laughed. "You can't drown?" I elbowed her.

"Haha Annabeth," I said dryly while cutting her a warning glance. "Everyone can drown. Even I can." Annabeth looked up at me successfully hiding any sign that she had almost messed up big time. "But don't you love the water?" I asked Harry, changing back the subject.

"Well, yeah-" Harry started, but I cut him off.

"Then we should swim again soon. We can make a day out of it. There's a Hogsmede weekend we can skip in two weeks!"

"I don't even remember how."

"Harry, it's in our genes. Plus it's easy, like riding a bike, you won't forget."

"The Dursley's wouldn't let us have bikes, remember?" Harry shot back.

"All you need to do is imagine the water pushing you, and feel yourself getting safer and stronger and more at home." I started. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking at me like I was crazy "and all of a sudden you're swimming into the middle of the lake, you can see everything and you feel you won't ever need to stop because your so close to home and so... powerful. And the fish and sea creatures start tal-"