Swapped (HP/PJO+HOO)

Chapter 16

"I'm getting a bit tired of Harry passing out all the time."

"Ronald, honestly! Your friend may be dying and you're complaining about being bored?"

"He isn't dying."

"See? McGonnagal says he isn't dying."

"Honestly!"

Percy opened his eyes. "I think I'm going to get whiplash sooner or later. Can I get whiplash from switching between countries too often? I think I have it."

"Jackson. You're back," Minerva said above him. She stared down at an empty vial in her hand. "Interesting."

Percy's brow furrowed. A headache was forming in the back of his head and he reached up to press a hand to it. "I wasn't kidding about that whiplash, you know."

"Percy?" A ginger head peeked out from behind (Percy recognizes blearily with an exasperated sigh) Ron and Hermione.

"Wise Girl, you sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet, don't you?" He slowly smiled at her. With a relieved sigh, Annabeth-Ginny rushed forward to crush him in a hug.

"You say that as if it's the first time," she joked.

"Wouldn't be any fun without a couple near death experiences, would it?"

"I doubt it, Seaweed Brain." She brushed his hair out of his eyes and pressed their foreheads together. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Any time, darling," he responded with a quick kiss. They stayed there holding each other for the first time in a long time, it seemed. There's something about almost dying that makes you never want to let go of what you love.

"This is a bit weird, isn't it? I mean. Like. They're them. But. They're not."

"For once, Ron, I agree with your small brain."

"Shut up, George."

"Jackson." Percy looked up from Annabeth at Lady Minerva. Letting go slightly, he turned to her more fully and waited for her to address him again. "Were you able to talk to your friends within the camp?"

"Uhh yes, I was. I need to Iris message them, but they are going to come here, to England."

"Wait, hold on, who's coming here?" Arthur asked with a furrowed brow.

"My friends. At least three of them. Though, admittedly, I'm not sure how they're gonna get here. The Argo II was scrapped when Leo-" Percy cut off with a look away. "Anyways. I need to call them."

"Percy," Annabeth said quietly. Her expression was thoughtful and kind. She looked so much like her father when she made that face.

"I'm okay," Percy replied, squeezing her hand. "We need to call Jason."

"Alright," she replied gently. Letting go of his hand, she stood and addressed the group. "We're gonna need a rainbow and a golden drachma."

"A golden what?" a stout red-head asked.

McGonagall opened her mouth to answer, but was saved the effort by Sir Ponytail. "A drachma," he said, "like the Ancient Greek coins. Haven't seen one of those since we had that stint with one Ptolemy's soldier's tombs." He visibly shivered. From all sets of eyes around the room, he received dubious and confused looks. "What? The Greeks knew how to curse is all I'm saying."

Shaking her head, Hermione broke the strange silence saying, "What did you say about the Argo? And a rainbow? I'm not sure I'm following. So you're Greek?"

"Another time, Ms. Granger. We don't want Iris to get in a mood," McGonagall interrupted. "I have a drachma right here," she continued, producing the coin from a fold in her long robes. "Ms. Granger, a rainbow if you would."