Mixed Blood (A P.J, H.P, & Warriors Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I had just scraped part of my steak into the brazier and muttered, "Poseidon," when several people at the Hecate table said, "Hello, mother!"

I looked up, engulfed in the smell of sea breeze, to stare at Hecate, the goddess of magic. She gazed coldly back at me, then turned to Dionysus.

"I told you I would get you back for that 'highly amusing prank' you pulled on me, Wine Breath." She said with a smile. "This is my revenge. I will be sending you and a select few of your campers to an alternate dimension, where you will live for the next month, or until you learn some respect."

"That'll take a while." I muttered. Several campers snickered, Dionysus scowled at me, but Hecate simply smiled.

"That, Percy Jackson, is where you come in. You will be going along."

"What? No!" I cried. "Why me? What did I do?"

"There are some people that you need to meet." She replied simply. She waved her hand, and immediately Dionysus, Chiron, Grover, Annabeth, and I rose into the air. My body was twisting, shrinking, fur was growing, and then I stood on the marble floor as a cat. Some campers from the Ares cabin shrieked with laughter. I wish I could reach them so I could claw them.

"What did you do to me?" I yelped. My scream came out as a yowl, but somehow I knew everyone could understand me. Hecate walked up to and said, "Your name will be Seabreeze."

Several minutes later, everybody had their new names. Dionysus became Grapenose, Annabeth became Owlwing, Chiron became Cloudgaze, and Grover became Leafheart.

"Goodbye, and good luck on your 'quest'." Hecate finished, and with another wave of her hand we vanished and then appeared again in a grassy hollow. My legs buckled and I collapsed.

Harry's POV

It happened in the Great Hall. I stabbed my fork at a piece of chicken, when suddenly I and a number of other people rose into the air. Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ginny, Draco Malfoy, and I twisted in midair, evolved into cats, and plopped onto the floor. Everyone stared at us in shock as I examined my reflection in a golden plate.

I had spiky black fur and bright green eyes, and my lightning scar split my forehead. Draco was pale and creamy-white with gray eyes. Ron was ginger with blue eyes, and Hermione was fluffy brown with dark brown eyes. Luna was cream with sky blue eyes, Neville was dark gray with yellow eyes, and Ginny was flaming orange with light brown eyes.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, staring at his own paws. Ginny flicked him over the ear with her tail, her eyes sparkling.

"Why are you happy about this? I'm a cat!" Draco wailed in dismay. Luna immediately stopped smiling and looked at him.

"I suspect the Nargles are behind it." She decided.

"Yeah, alright, but why exactly are we cats?" The second I finished the sentence, each of us disappeared in a poof and a surprised yowl.

It was rather like traveling by Portkey. Blue smoke swirled around us, and it felt as though my body was being stretched. As we spiraled, things flashed by, images of trees and grassy meadows. When we finally stopped, we were in a clearing. Two other groups of cats were also there, one on the other side of the field, and one partially obscured from view by a series of brambles. There were a lot of cats in the second group.

One was horribly familiar, crouching in a tree and watching me with narrowed eyes. "Ron. Hermione. Look at that cat in the willow tree. Recognize him?" Their jaws fell open. My heart sank. Don't we ever get a break?

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EDIT: 1/5/2014 I'm going back and editing this story. I'll also be either deleting or temporarily taking down some of my other stories that I don't really like (ex. In Love With the Enemy, Hetalia High, Fighting the Tide, etc) I've already taken down Obsession, Always, and Something Worth Fighting For because 1) I haven't updated in ages and can't see myself ever doing it and 2) I just don't like them anymore. Seriously, in the direction I was going with SWFF, Harry was murdered. And he self-harmed. Of course, the last time I worked on it was in 6th grade, but still. And with Always, Snape and Lily were moving waaaaay too fast. And I don't like how I talked about James. At all. :| So they're permantently deleted and never to be thought about again by me. I do, however, like this one and I have a vague plan for it in my head. It's just a foggy outline, and I'll let the story pretty much write itself and it'll take me where it takes me, but I promise this one will not be deleted. :)