Percy Jackson goes to Hogwarts

Chapter VII

Harry POV

'Ok what is it with that Percy Jackson bloke? Is he annoyingly perfect at bloomin' everything?' Ron asked annoyed. 'Hogwarts doesn't stand a chance at winning the Quarwizard Tournament'.

Always the optimist.

'He was amazing. I mean the way he did all that magic in the hall was incredible and did you see Snape's face when he perfected that potion?'

'Oh, come on guys, we've only had a couple of lessons so far; he cant be great at everything. There is bound to be something he's bad at,'I said. 'He was just lucky at Care of Magical Creatures. I just hope he slips up soon, he is in the competition after all.'

'Well he's very nice. I like him. He seems like a good person,' Hermione said.

'Yeah, he is extremely hot,' Parvati said, butting into our conversation.

'I know, I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend' another Gryffindor girl said.

The two girls started arguing over who should get him but they immediately shut up when the boy entered the room.

Percy POV

As I entered the Great Hall, everyone in the room was staring at me.

It was like I had some kind of alien species entering their existence for the first time.

I mean, I was a demigod, but they didn't know that. But demigods were not aliens. Well, there is that Thor person and that Loki who are kinda like aliens and are technically Norse demigods. But do they count as gods or demigods because... FOCUS PERCY.

Blame the ADHD.

So anyways, everyone in the hall had apparently heard of how I was good at every class we had so far and for some reason, they thought that that was a valid reason for everyone to stare at me.

I mean sure, I had made a potion and ridden a Pegasus and done some "wandless" magic but, come on, they were treating me as if I had just defeated Kronos... again.

After I finished my lunch and tried to ignore the obvious stares, I went to the Goblet of Fire with Ron to enter my name in, whilst Harry and Hermione talked about a blond girl in Ravenclaw, before going to my 4th period, which was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which I obviously had with Harry, Ron and Hermione, considering the amount of trouble they've gotten into class.

To put my name in the Goblet of Fire, I had to roll my t-shirt sleeves up, and I heard Ron gasp as I let go of my piece of paper.

Wonder what's that about.

On my way to my next lesson, I bumped into Beauxbatons girl. She had straight black hair that went down to her hips and was wearing a full face of makeup. You could tell her foundation shade was way too dark for her. There was no denying that the girl was pretty but she clearly wasn't my type, maybe because she didn't have curly blond hair and grey stormy eyes, or was daughter of Athena, or her name wasn't Annabeth Chase.

All the girls hadn't stopped their giggling and hair flipping and the other stuff that girls apparently do when they flirt with a guy.

'Hello! Perseus Jackson, right? Oh my, I 'ave 'eard a lot about you. My name is Penelope,' that girl said with a distinct French accent.

'Uh, hi. Please just call me Percy, I don't like people calling me Perseus,' I said uncomfortably.

'Okay, sorry Percy. I was wondering if you would like to go to the lake side with me. I don't have any lessons right now,' she said.

'Uh, sorry. But I have my Defense Against the Dark Arts in like, now. So I should better go. Nice talking to you, Penelope,' I said running to my next lesson with Ron.

When we got there, the students were only just filling into the classroom.

'Why did you reject that girl?' Ron asked.

'Uh, because I had a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson,' I said.

Ron opened and closed his mouth as if he wanted to say something but then not anymore while he promptly sat down next to Percy.

There was a slightly chubby, stout man at the front of the class. He had a big glass eye and dirty clothes. I recognised him as Alastor Moody. But something seemed weird, like screaming 'RUN! DANGER! DANGER! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!' but I ignored my demigod senses and focused on the lesson. Well, tried to focus.

Professor Moody introduced himself and went on about how you need to learn about dark arts to defe- I wonder why that book on that shelf is purple. I mean all the other books are brown but the purple one just looks strange compared to the brown- FOCUS PERCY!

'So, can someone name an unforgivable curse?' Moody asked.

Ron named the Imperious curse, the controlling curse, and Moody proceeded to take a spider out of a jar and make it jump around the room using the Imperius curse. Annabeth would've hated it.

Then a guy named Neville that I've seen in the common room or in a couple of classes mentioned the Cruciatus curse on it, Neville was especially affected.

Then he asked me about the third unforgivable curse, Avada Kedavra, the killing curse, and then the Professor killed the spider.

The room was dead silent so I thought I would try to lighten the mood.

'Hey guys, what do you call an undercover spider?' I asked. Silence. 'A SPY-der. Get it? A SPY-der? Cause it's a spy.. Too soon?'

Only Hermione, Parvati and two other girls laughed.