The Girl From Both Sides- A Harry Potter/Percy Jackson Crossover

I'm Slowly Going Crazy and I Have Some Sort of "vision-dream" Part One

I was kind of used to the occasional weird experience (when I still lived at home, I had some weird neighbors) but this twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I or Percy can handle (Yeah, Percy was expecting the hallucination too!) For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on us. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr-a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip-had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
   Every so often Percy or me(mainly Percy) would spring a Mrs.Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if he could trip them up, but they would stare at home like he was some sort of psycho. It was like Mrs. Dodds never existed.
   Except for one little slip up. When me or Percy mentioned the name Dodds around Grover, he would hesitate, then claim she doesn't exist. But I could tell he was lying. Something was going on. Something had happened at the museum. After the Mrs. Dodds accident, I went to the library to find something. E, F, G. Where is it? Aha! I thought as I flipped through the Greek Mythology book. A Fury is a Green mythological creature, who is to punish the wicked and is employed by Hades, the Greek god of the Underworld. Next to all that information is a picture that looked like Mrs. Dodds before me and Percy 'killed' her.
Even since that day, I had nightmare visions of Mrs. Dodds with long talons and leathery wings that would wake up in a heartbeat and in a cold sweat.

The freak weather continues, which doesn't help Percy's mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in the dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only FIFTY miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year. I continued to be my regular, study hard, straight A+ self (while playing pranks and being a bit mischievous. I also got into some Broadway musicals)
But every once in a while, I try to change that hair ribbon Mr. Brunner let me have back into its dagger form, but it wouldn't work.

A few days before finals, Daniel sent me a letter saying I would not attend Yancy next year. He said he was thinking of a private boarding school in Britain where he and my aunt Catherine attended when they were my age. Maybe he was going to homeschool me. There is no way Dad is sending to me to a particular foreign country. I think Daniel enroll me in every private school in New York (even once in a all-female school in Massachusetts the year before Yancy) but I'm glad. That means I could maybe attend a public school, close to the penthouse and Daniel and that great view of Central Park.
   And yet.....there are a handful of things I would be sad for leaving Yancy. The view of the woods from my dorm room and the fresh smell of pine trees. I'd miss my two best friends, Grover and Percy(who was expelled from Yancy, so there's a chance we could end up at the same school again). I would also miss Latin class-Mr. Brunner was a great teacher. I miss his crazy, epic tournament days and his faith that me and Percy(mostly Percy) could do well.

As finals week got closer and closer, I worked and studied harder to get those perfect scores. Latin was the test I studied for the most. I never forgot what Mr. Brunner said the day of the museum-about this subject being life and death for me and Percy. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

Percy's POV
The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw my Greek Mythology book across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page and letters seem to float off the book. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.

I paced around the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt. Maybe Charlotte would help me study. I doubted it. Charlotte was studying twice as hard as me, besides- I meant only slow her down. She always wanted to the best and brightest of the class and I would make things harder. I remember Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will only accept the best from you, Percy Jackson. And you, Charlotte Hawthorn.
I took a deep breath. I picked up the Mythology book. I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam. I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.