Pigfarts-A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover

Blue Food Is Superior To All Other Foods

Blue Food Is Superior To All Other Foods

I do not own PJO or Harry Potter. If I did Gabe's fate would've been worse than being tossed into Tartarus covered in paper cuts. Umbridge's too.

A/N: I perCYnally think Ares would make a great Vernon Dursley. They both hate certain black-haired green-eyed boys.

So for this story the PJO characters will keep their first names but when I use their full names I will use the last name of the HP character that they are pretending to be. So Annabeth will become 'Annabeth Granger' and Percy 'Percy Potter'.

"Boy!"

A loud banging sound woke Percy up. He groaned and opened one eye. Immediately he realised he wasn't in his cabin. He was in a small room that was covered with cobwebs. It seemed to be a cupboard. Where was he? Percy racked his brain for an answer. Did he sneak over to Jason's cabin and get drunk on blue cookies last night? He didn't think so. And who was making that really loud annoying noise? Leo? Jason? Thalia? Percy opened his other eye and sat up.

"Ouch!" He'd hit his head on a very low ceiling. He glared up at the ceiling and was about to start a staring contest with it when there was another knock.

"Boy!" A male voice shouted. "Get up! Go make my breakfast!" Percy heard a series of loud footfalls as the man outside left.

Then it hit him, he was now Percy Potter! The man outside must've been Ares Dursley, his 'uncle'. He was at number 4 Privet Drive (Cabin 1) in the cupboard under the stairs. Soon he'd be off to Pigfarts, but for now he supposed he'd have to make Ares' breakfast (why the man - god - couldn't just pop out to McDonalds he didn't know).

Percy pushed aside the thin blanket that had been laying over him and crouched in the small space since there wasn't enough room for him to stand. He pushed open the cupboard door and squeezed out of the tiny area. Percy straightened up and brushed the dust off of him. He could see his 'aunt'

Aphrodite down the hall, standing in front of a mirror and checking her reflection. For some reason she appeared to be taller than usual. Percy's gaze traveled up the stairs. No doubt his cousin was drunk on Diet Coke and still passed out.

Percy began to head towards the kitchen. He guessed he was expected to make breakfast. He hoped the three gods wouldn't smite him because of his terrible cooking. As he walked behind Aphrodite he glanced in the mirror and was shocked to see he'd somehow gotten smaller. In fact, he looked a bit like how he had when he had first come to camp. He was scrawny with little to no muscles and had lost several inches in height. His hair was incredibly messy. The biggest difference was probably the trident-shaped scar on his forehead (Zeus refused to let his nephew have a scar shaped like a lightning bolt, Poseidon agreed). Percy now resembled Harry Potter (apart from the scar and eye colour).

Percy continued down the hall, greeting Aphrodite as he passed her (she ignored him and continued to adjust her eyeliner). He entered the kitchen and waved cheerily to a glaring Ares. Percy whistled the tune of Under The Sea as he strolled over to the cupboards. He picked up a frying pan and began to cook some bacon. Percy then reached inside the fridge and picked up a couple of eggs. He then had the bright idea of attempting to juggle four eggs. It was fairly surprising that he only broke three of them.

"Boy!" Ares had stood up from where he was reading (could Ares read?) that days paper. "What have you done!" Ares was scowling as he lumbered towards Percy.

"Calm down!" Percy waved his hand and some water flew out of the nearby tap, cleaning up the spillage. "There, it's gone. You happy?"

Ares narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth but was interrupted by a mysterious disembodied voice that sounded like a certain charmspeaker. "No powers Percy! Remember, you don't know anything about magic!"