Percy Jackson at Hogwarts

Chapter 1: 4, Privet Drive

Percy's PoV

I couldn't stop shaking.
With each turbulence of the plane, I thought that my last hour was coming.

After all, as the son of Poseidon, my place in this plane could be taken as an affront to the god of the sky, Zeus.

Then he would raise his lightning bolt and...
Nah.
Everything's going to be all right.

I'm trying to calm my nerves.
When I'm tense, things explode.
It would be better not to blow up the toilet on the plane.

The pilot gives a message:
Arrival at the airport in 4 minutes.

I look through the window and I see that we go down below the clouds.

The plane lands without problems, and I hasten to go down.

On the platform, I look at the people, looking for my mother's sister, with whom I have to go to live for a while, to recover from the death of... well, to take my mind off things.

Not to think about it.

"Are you Percy?"

I turn around and I see a boy younger than me, round glasses, and green eyes the same ocean green as mine.

I notice a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Yes." I answer.

"I'm Harry, your cousin. Welcome to London."

I look around him, looking for my mother's sister.
"Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone. They didn't want to move. "

I raise my eyebrows, surprised.
"What kind of family does that?"

Harry shrugs his shoulders.
"You'll find out soon enough."

We get into a cab, and all the way down the line, Harry doesn't speak. I could see that he was curious but he was holding back, understanding that I didn't want to talk.

I was in uncharted territory, and I was holding my pen firmly in my pocket, the only thing I could hold on to now.

The cab dropped me off in front of a small house, and Harry brought my luggage down.
"Welcome to 4 Privet Drive."

He walks to the front door and enters the house.
I go back in.

A woman was waiting for me, tall, thin, with a long neck.

"Hell.."-I begin.

"You're probably the second brat I have to take care of."

I don't know how to react.

"Don't just stand there, go introduce yourself!" She says, pointing at the kitchen.

I walk over there and see a man sitting reading a newspaper.

"Who are you? "

Before I can answer, Petunia speaks.
"This is the one I told you about, Vernon. Sally's son."

He lets out a growl, without taking his eyes off the paper.
"As if we didn't have enough of one to deal with. POTTER!" Shouts out the one that has to be Vernon.

Harry comes into the dining room.
"Yes?"

"Take his luggage up to him, you're going to sleep in the same room."

Harry goes to my bag, the only luggage, containing a photo album of my friends from the colony, clothes, as well as a plate of ambrosia and Annabeth's invisibility cap, the only memory of her.