𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 (PJO and HP Crossover)

Chapter 3: Going Back to Piggy Pimples!

[Edited: 11/2/2020]

Going Back to Piggy Pimples!

The Burrow, Unknown

The war was over. Finally. The Wizarding World had finally gotten rid of Voldemort, but there was still much destruction that Voldemort left behind. Harry thought about this as he stared out of the newly built Burrow's window. The Weasley's had been kind enough to build Harry a room, as he would be living with them so he could help with fixing Hogwarts.

Harry sighed as he looked out the window. Hogwarts was almost finished being rebuilt, which couldn't have made Harry happier, but Harry couldn't help but remember his dream the night before.

He was standing in the Gryffindor common room, his favorite place in the world. The fire was lit, enveloping the room in a dim glow. The strange thing about the room was the fireplace kept showing faces; a boy with black hair and pale skin, a girl with black hair and electric blue eyes, and boy with sea green eyes and black hair. Harry noted that the last image looked at lot like him, except that the image didn't have a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, and he looked older than Harry.

The dream was quiet, until a voice started talking. It was soft and dreamy, probably a women's voice. "Hello, Harry."

Harry jumped and looked around, except nobody was there."Uh, who are you?" He said stupidly.

The voice chuckled slightly. "Oh, just a friend, you could say. Harry, you can trust me. You can trust them, too.

" I...can trust them..." Harry found himself saying the words without him knowing, and he slapped his face. "No, I can't I don't even know them. Who are you?"

The voice sighed. "Clear sighted, I see." Harry had no idea what that meant, but he didn't know if he wanted to. "Oh well, that could pose a problem, but it should be fine. Now, Harry, you can trust them."

The voice was so confident, Harry found himself agreeing. Well, until another voice said something. The voice wasn't kind like the other voice, it was rough and quiet, almost like it couldn't find their voice or that their voice hadn't been used a very, very long time.

The few words the voice said would hang in his ears forever. "They cannot be trusted."

Harry was lost in thought, so he didn't hear Ron bounce up the stairs to his room. "Hey, Harry?"

Harry jumped. "Oh, it's just you Ron." At that, Ron pretended to be offended and Harry laughed. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Mhm, well, Mum says she needs us. You'd better come downstairs, she seemed to be in bit of a rush."

Harry didn't argue and walked downstairs with Ron to find Mrs. Weasley giving Hermione a mug of hot chocolate and a envelope, looking exactly like a Hogwarts letter. Harry found himself walking towards the counter quickly, and snatching up a letter addressed to him.

His hands shook as he opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are happy to inform you that you have been invited back to Hogwarts to finish your seventh year!

Please find an enclosed letter of your necessary books and supplies.

The term starts on September 1st, and please report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival.

We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

"What?!" Ron says, looking at his own letter. "We have to go back? Forget that, I'm just gonna spend my life helping George run the joke shop."

Hermione sighs. "No, Ronald. You're coming with us. Harry's coming, right Harry?"

They turn to Harry, but Harry pays them no attention. He finally looks at them after reading the letter over and over again, and he has a big smile on face. "We're going back to Piggy Pimples."°

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"Hey, Hermione," Ron says as they walk through Diagon Alley, "I don't see any books for Transfiguratio and DADA. Do you have them?" Hermione shakes her head. "Strange. Perhaps they have books already provided?"

Harry, however, was wanting to look for a new owl to replace Hedwig, so he paid them no attention. Harry finally persuaded Hermione and Ron to go and look for owls. Harry found one that look like Hedwig, and he decided to get her and name her Empriss, which seemed to be the only name she responded to.

After a long day of buying supplies, they left Diagon Alley and headed back to the Burrow, where Mrs. Weasley's cooking awaited them, and her constant pestering.

"You did buy all of supplies, right? Even new robes?" She asked for the seven hundredth time.

Ron groaned. "Yes, Mum, we got all of our supplies. You don't have to keep asking."

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "I know, I'm just worried."

That got Harry's attention. Mrs. Weasley worried at lot, but she seemed even more worried than usual. "What are you talking about? Do you not want us to go back to Hogwarts?"

Mrs. Weasley looks surprised. "What? No, not that, dear. It's just-"

The door opens to reveal Mr. Weasley with his large suitcase. "Hello!"

The family sent a chorus of 'hello' and 'hey'. "Hello, Molly! Did you hear about the new Hogwarts teachers?" Mr.Weasley said as he grabbed a plate of mashed potatoes.

Mrs. Weasley kicks him, and ignoring his 'ow', says, "Not in front of the children!"

That made Harry even more interested. "What? What about the new teachers?"

Mr. Weasley sits down as he grabs some food. "Oh, well Minerva said they are all cousins, and they are the best of the best. They even added a new class!"

"Mythology," Hermione guesses, and at Ron and Harry's surprised looks, she rolls her eyes. "Honestly, didn't you two read? It said it on the classes list. You don't have to take it, but I heard a lot of people are. Including us."

Ron groans. "I don't care about Mythology!"

Hermione rolls her eyes. "I heard the teachers are very passionate about the subject, and that the class is supposed to very...interesting, I suppose."

"Who's the teacher?" Ron asked, stuffing his face.

Hermione makes a disgusted face at him. "I think it's a group effort between the three new teachers. But I think the main teacher is Professer...Thalia Grace?"

Mr. Weasley nods. "Oh yes, most of the time it'll be her teaching, but she does not like you addressing her as Grace."

"You've met her?" Hermione asks, surprised.

He nods excitingly. "Of course, I've met all of the new teachers. Very sweet people, but they seem quite guarded, too. Oh well, I'm sure they'll open up!"

The Golden Trio exchanges looks, but don't press the matter. The family eats, occasionally talking, but the Golden Trio only have one thing on their minds:

Just who are these new teachers?

Short chapter, oops. Sorry. I had to rewrite this chapter like four times because I kept changing my mind at when I want this story to be set up. Hope you enjoy. Next chapter will be a mix of Percy, Thalia, and Harry's 'perspective'. Well, third person.

Third person is always better in my opinion. Anywho, as always, I hope you enjoyed.