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

The Breaking of the Mist

A/N: I'm so TIRED! ANYWAY! Hey! What's up guys? My writing is always so confusing, just a warning there. I will be updating spontaneously because of a not planned and hectic schedule! As always, PM me or comment any suggestions you guys may have! Also, one last comment, the fanfic loosely follows the original storyline, so, yeah, don't comment on what does and doesn't happen that follows the storyline.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, Rick Riordan and JK Rowling do! The picture above also isn't mine, it was found on the internet.

Dedicated to @TouwaErio9 ! Thanks for being the first to suggest some amazing ideas for me! I'm here to hear all nice opinions and constructive criticism!

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Warnings: Possible OOCness, not too graphic images, mild language
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, Third Person
Percy turned his back against the irritating light that interrupted his sleep, burrowing into his bed even more. Percy sighed softly as he became more alert to his surroundings, signaling to him that it was time for him to get up. He opened his eyes groggily, scanning the room for danger out of habit. He saw a head of red hair and a head of black hair on the two beds out of three that were in the room. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes. That was the best night sleep he had since the Second Titan War.

After a few moments of laying around to gain his full bearings did he swing his legs out of bed and softly padded his way out the room to find the nearest bathroom, "Hey Percy," Two identical voices whispered, and Percy swiftly turned around, a hand already in his pajama pocket.

Two fully dressed, but sleepy looking twins smirked at him. Percy raised an eyebrow expectantly, "Yes?" Percy whispered back, scanning the hallway for any danger that was sure to be within every shadow.

"Lighten up, will ya?" One twin said, grinning impishly, tossing a normal-looking pastry to him.

Percy looked at him blandly, tossing the pastry back, "I don't wanna get poisoned, thank you, but no," Percy said, before turning and opening the door to the room that lead to the nearest water source. He was about to close the bathroom door when a foot stuck out to stop him.

"If you're supposed to be protecting Harry, therefore hanging around Ron and Hermione—" The twin with the foot started, sounding so serious, that Percy had to raise an eyebrow in interest.

"—Then you should think twice before harming either of them, because we can kick ass," The other twin finished, also sounding completely serious, before they both left, their footsteps sounding more distant as they walked. Percy closed and locked the bathroom door, chuckling mirthlessly. He did whatever he had to in the bathroom, avoiding looking in the mirror, before he stepped out. Fresh and ready for the day.

He silently padded down towards the kitchen, his ears picking up on whatever creaks and groans the old house made. Mrs. Weasley, as he learned what the nice red headed lady's name was, ushered him into a seat as soon as he entered, placing a plate piled high with food in front of him, "There you are, sweetie. I hope you had a good sleep," Mrs. Weasley said, and Percy's heart ached for the mother that was called Sally Jackson. Alas, his family had died by the hands of Gaea. The present she left him before she died was his mom and step-father's deformed bodies, and his little half-sister's ashes. He lost almost all of himself that day. He vowed never to grow close to anyone again. Only to protect them.

"Yeah, I did," Percy mumbled, playing with his food. He wasn't looking forward to the discussion that Tonks and Lupin promised, he knew they were curious, but he wasn't sure if the gods would allow it.