Another Evil Grandfather 《COMPLETED》

Chapter 2: I Get A Vist From Gandalf

Disclaimer: I don't own PJ or HP. They are owned by J.K Rowling and Rick Riordan. I found the picture on the internet, it isn't mine.

Percy's P.O.V:

I kissed Annabeth softly in the crook of her neck and then looked up at her, grinning. She grinned back. Everything was perfect. We had won the war against Kronos, though not without losses. My smile dimmed as I thought of Luke, Silena, Charlie and many others.
"It wasn't your fault, they will be remembered as heroes. They made their choice," Annabeth reminded me.
Nothing could ruin this moment, just me and my wise girl lying on the couch together.
Ding dong.
I stand corrected.

"Percy," my mom yelled from the other room, "Can you get that?"
I sighed but obliged. I opened the door to the most weirdly dressed people I have ever seen.
I raised my eyebrows and, before I could stop myself, said, "The fancy dress party is downstairs."
Mini me (as I had taken to calling him) grinned triumphantly.
"Does Perseus Jackson live here?" Gandalf (another nickname thought up by yours truly) asked.
"Yeah, I'm Percy, can you not call me Perseus? It makes it sound like you wanna kill me," I requested.
From the look on Mini me's face, he looked like he did want to kill me. His glare was pretty pathetic though, mine were worse.

"Oh, how rude of us," Gandalf said, "My name is Dumbledore and this is Hermione Granger, Sirius Black and Harry Potter."
Gandalf -sorry- Dumbledore's companions looked at me like I was supposed to know who they were.
I replied with something really intelligent like "umm, ok".
"Percy, who's at the door?" my mom asked from inside, "Can you let them in?"
I opened the door wider and let them in while asking, "Would you like some cookies?"
Hermione nodded, although it looked as though she was just trying to be polite. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some blue cookies. By the time I had returned, all the guests had sat down and my mom was in the room. I placed the cookies down on the coffee table and sat down next to Annabeth.
"What did you do this time, seaweed brain?" Wise girl asked.
I shrugged as Sirius, I think that was his name asked, "Why are the cookies blue?"
"It's an inside joke with me and my son," my mom answered.

There was an awkward silence before I broke it by questioning, "So what are doing here?"
"I'm a professor at a school called Hogwarts..." Gandalf (I'm only going to call him that in my head) started.
As you can probably guess, he was interrupted as soon as he said Hogwarts. Once me and Annabeth had calmed down, Gandalf continued, "The school is for witches and wizards..."
Once again, I interrupted him, "What like abracabra?"
He ignored me (how rude!), "There is an evil wizard called Tom Riddle, who is killing no magical people, he is also your grandfather."
The 'wizards' looked at me like I was supposed to jump up and start trying to kill them. I just said, "Oh, ok. What does that have to do with me?"
Surprisingly, it was Annabeth who answered my question, "Isn't it obvious, seaweed brain? This evil wizard will want to recruit you so these wizards want to take you to this Hogwarts where I presume your grandad can't reach you."
"I'm only going if Annabeth goes, she has loads of magic in her blood."
It wasn't a complete lie, earlier today Lady Hecate had shown up and blessed Annabeth and told us that we would find out why soon. I guess this must be why.
"Why aren't you at a magical school then?" Hermione questioned.
"My dad couldn't afford it," Annabeth lied.
Hermione still looked suspicious but didn't say anything, and Mini me was still glaring pathetically at me.
"When are we leaving then?" I asked.
"Now," Gandalf said, "hold my arm."
I hugged my mom goodbye and then held onto Gandalf's right arm, while Annabeth held onto the other. Then, everything swirled into black.