》Riptides《 A Harry Potter Percy Jackson Crossover

"OI, ODBERT!"

Percy's POV:

I was confused, to say the least.

Wizards have the ability to explode out of a fireplace in green fire, and what do they name it?

The Floo Network.

Honestly, wizards need to work on their names...

Either way, we all made it safely into what I can only describe as chaos.

Diagon Alley wasn't an alley, more like a bustling city. It was the kind of place Ann- she would have hated but loved at the same time.

Fred and George practically swooped down on me, "Hey Percy-"

"bet you're-"

"-amazed huh?"

"I've seen better," I say nonchalantly.

Of course, it couldn't even compare to the masterpiece she made of Olympus...

Ron, who was eavesdropping, narrowed his eyes and pointed at me, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means what you think it means, I have seen better."

Even Hermione starts to look a little perplexed and Harry opens his mouth, "What-"

"Come on all of you, to Gringotts!" Mrs. Weasley interjects, walking away already.

I catch up and ask her, " What's Gringotts?"

"Oh right dear, you don't know. It's the wizarding world's- or well, London's wizarding world's bank. You can exchange your muggle money there," I wince a little, "you didn't bring your money along did you?" She asks, suddenly worried.

"Well, I might have some," I take out my wallet, tons of pictures, but no money.

"Oh, well, we could ask if you could use your... family vault."

I hum a little and keep walking. The stores around me are filled with such interesting things: owls, rats, and toads, books, quills, and ink bottles, broomsticks, robes, and... witch hats.

I shudder, hoping with all my heart (A/N I wish, I wish, with all my heart to FLY with dragons- I'll stop) that Dumbly wouldn't make me wear one.

Suddenly a hand appears in front of my face, "Earth to Percy, be careful, there are stairs.* Hermione says, referring to the white steps that eld up to the grand bronze doors. A very short, slightly creepy guard grunts, opening the doors.

We enter the building and I almost expect to see glass cases and description placards, the place reminded me of a museum. We pass through the entry hall to the next set of doors, this time silver. Engraved on them was a highly threatening message.

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

The pair of short guards let us through and we finally enter what you might call a 'bank'.

Hermione whispers a helpful tidbit of info about the short guards, "They're goblins, they mint wizard currency and run this bank."

"Thanks," I whisper back, "but why are we whispering?"

"Goblins always make me a little nervous and I feel like if I talk too loud, it'll echo in this place."