[ABANDONED] The Broken Protector (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

The People of Grimmauld Place

A/N: Procrastination is not the key to success! Hello people that stuck around! Another chapter here! As always, PM me or comment any suggestions you guys may have! In celebration for 10 views, I'm going to try to write a thousand words this chapter! Thanks guys!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, Rick Riordan and JK Rowling do.

Warnings: Possible OOCness, mild language

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Third Person
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Percy said, nodding at the old wizard.

"I didn't think the protector of Harry would be a kid," A guy with a once-handsome face and shoulder-length black hair muttered. Percy turned in his chair to face the guy, a weak wolf glare on his face. The guy paled, before he squared his shoulders, pushing his chin up.

"I'm not a kid," Percy growled, smirking at the slightly trembling hands of the guy, "Who are you anyway?"

The guy smirked back at Percy, "Sirius Black," The guy— Sirius— said, meeting Percy's intense gaze.

"Well, Mr. Black," Percy drawled, "I've been through hell and back, and I'll have you know that I haven't been a kid since the time Smelly—" Percy clamped a hand over his mouth, silently cursing his mouth for almost revealing his most guarded secret.

"Smelly?" Sirius Black said, "Who the fuck is smelly?" Sirius then proceeded to sniff his armpits in confusion. Percy snorted, removing his hand from his mouth.

"Its really none of your business," Percy said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows challengingly. Sirius shrugged, but internally, he was secretly plotting something.

Someone cleared their throat and the pair whipped around to look at the rest of the Order, who was watching the confrontation with curiosity and amusement. The plump redheaded lady put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow expectantly, "Don't use that language around me," The redheaded lady scolded, looking at Sirius disapprovingly.

Sirius crossed his arms in defiance, and Percy snorted at his immaturity, "Way to set an example, Dogstar," Percy commented, smirking.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, before transforming into a large dog that looks much like the Grim. Percy's eyes widened slightly, before he chuckled, "Wow, I didn't see that coming," Percy said, smiling. That was when Moody decided to shove his face into Percy's personal space.

"What have you been through, lad?" Moody asked, his artificial eye spinning every which way, while his real eye stared at Percy, seeming to look right through him.

"Something along the lines of your line of work," Percy said, looking past Moody and to Dumbledore, gesturing with his eyes to another room. Dumbledore nodded, a twinkle still in his eyes as he left the room, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to Dumbledore about some stuff," Percy said, before he quickly stood up, moving out of the room quickly and silently.

Once outside of the kitchen, he looked around for any signs of Dumbledore. Percy felt around for Dumbledore using the water in the air, and, not long after, Percy located Dumbledore in the room on the second floor. As Percy silently made his way up the rickety stairs, he thought about the people he met in the kitchen. Although they seemed rude, Percy respected their wariness. He supposed that Sirius was an okay guy.