》Riptides《 A Harry Potter Percy Jackson Crossover

Pull the Lever, Kronk!

Harry's POV:

Harry padded carefully down the corridor, balancing the sandwich tray on his arm. His wand inside his boot, rubbing his ankle raw.

What if he doesn't take a sandwich? He worries.

But why wouldn't he? He hasn't had any dinner. Said a voice in his head.

Is this even morally correct? Asked another voice 

(Imagine the angel and devil in Kronk's New Groove)

Does that matter?

Yes?!

I'm sorry but I can't take you seriously in that dress.

I've told you many times this isn't a dress.

Sure, sure.

Am I going insane? Harry wonders, almost shrieking when the door in front of him opens.

"Harry? What are you doing?" Hermione asks, Ginny looking at him over her shoulder.

The voices in his head vanish and he's left standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face, with no answer to Hermione's question.

"Um, well, I-" He began.

Ginny gives him a concerned look, "Are you okay? You've been standing there muttering to yourself for a while now..."

"If you're here to talk about Percy, you can leave now," Hermione says quietly.

Harry decides to take this as an escape and mumbles a quick, "Yeah, okay. Goodnight Hermione, Ginny," and feigns walking back to his room until they close the door. 

He turns and walks back again, keeping as quiet as he can. 

Finally, he gets to a door labeled "Percy" and knocks before he can consider backing out.

"Yes?" The door swings open, revealing the Death Eater in sweatpants and a blue T-shirt. "What do you want?" 

Harry tries not to stutter as he says, "Well, um, I-I brought you sandwiches?"

"Was that a question?"

"No"

"You seemed a little uncertain." He grins.

Harry gulps before moving on, " You should probably eat something..."

"Didn't I say I already ate?"

"Well that was a lie and everyone knows it."

"Where's your proof?" 

"You can just tell!" Harry insists.

"That's some argument, very solid." 

Annoying Death Eater, as soon as you eat these sandwiches, you'll spill all your secrets. But how can I convince you...

"I'll make you a deal if you eat at least one sandwich, I'll stop calling you a Death Eater. Okay?" Harry proposes.

Percy sighs, "Fine, I'll eat one, and only one as long as you stop calling me Death Eater."

Yeah yeah, whatever.

Harry excitedly held out the platter, and Percy searched for the smallest sandwich. (There wasn't one, they were all perfectly cut.) He sighs again, choosing a random one.

He brought it up to his face, moving it inch by inch to his mouth. Or maybe that was just Harry's head going in slow motion. 

He opens his mouth and bites into it.