||I ASKED FOR HARRY POTTER WHEN I WAS ELEVEN, I ASKED FOR PERCY JACKSON WHEN I WAS TWELVE, EITHER WAY I DON'T OWN THEM||
CHAPTER ONE THE TEACHER
So, your suppose to write one of these disclaimer thingies but I just don't want to. So yeah, enjoy.
Harry's POV.
Harry had just arrived at the Burrow, a week from the star of school. Hermione was to meet them the next day. Harry was going to be a seventh year since it was offered again, due to improper schooling the year before. He was laying on the bed when Ron walked in,
"Hey Harry, my dad wants to know if we wanted to travel to the airport, with him to pick up someone for school. I told him I would ask you."
"Well Hermione isn't going to be here 'til tomorrow, so why not?"
"Okay we're leaving in thirty."
That made Harry think who this person was. He gradually got up and got downstairs, Mr. Weasley, Ron, Harry, and George filed into the car.
Percy's POV.
I was sitting on the plane gripping my armrests so tight that my knuckles were white. I couldn't help but think of what I was getting ready to do.
FLASHBACK
I was sitting by the lake, like I always do when I need a moment. Annabeth was with her cabin for a meeting on how to redecorate the camp after it was nearly destroyed in the Roman vs. Greek quarrel last week. Three cabins had nearly been demolished. I was interrupted from my thoughts when Katie came looking for me telling me that Chiron wanted to talk to me.
I couldn't help but feel annoyed the giant war ended about two months ago, I did not want another quest. I worked my way to the Big House. When I walked in there was a unknown female in emerald green robes talking to the wheelchair bound centaur.
"Ahh, Percy, good afternoon, this is Headmistress McGonagall."
"Hi? Uh, sorry sir but what did ya need me for?"
"That's just it, the headmistress teaches at a wizarding school in England and she is afraid with a war just over that they may try to take vengeance against a student, I would like you to take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts position there. You are perfectly qualified."
I was speechless, "Me a teacher, sir?"
"Yes the school year starts in two weeks, it is in England an-"
"That means I have to fly!"
The headmistress spoke, "Do not worry we have talked to Zeus about the situation. He will allow you to fly there."
Again I was speechless, "I'm gonna talk to Annabeth."
Then I ran out the door. I ran straight into her, I told her what was happening. She told me to go I would save people's lives. Eventually that night I told Chiron I would go. He seemed thrilled.
END OF FLASHBACK
I was brought out of my thoughts when the intercom announced, "We are taking a descent, please fasten you seat belts."
I had never taken mine of. Twenty or so minutes later, they allowed people to leave. I was one of the first people off. I restrained myself from kissing the ground.
I remember what Chiron said, "A family of redheads will greet you and take you to their house until the train comes." I nearly tripped over my feet with jet lag. A boy about my age with red hair caught my backpack. I said my thanks and began looking for a sign for Perseus Jackson, with slight disadvantage due to my dyslexia.
The boy who helped me asked if he could help so I just said "Sure. Name's Percy Jackson but the sign may say Perseus."
He seemed slightly shocked but led me to a group of redheaded people, much like himself and said, "That worked out, I'm Ron Weasley. This is my dad Arthur Weasley, and brother George Weasley."
A boy that looked a lot like me introduced himself as Harry Potter and was awaiting a response with an expression of please don't recognize me. This was the kid I had been sent to look after but I didn't let him know. They put my stuff in a car and we piled in, I was wondering how it fit.
Harry's POV.
Perseus, or Percy as he told us to call him, didn't look much older that me. He had an aura of power, one that said to not underestimate him. He also was broad shouldered and muscular. He looked a lot like me with unruly raven black hair, and sea green eyes that said I've been to hell, back and then some.
He also had a strange gray strand of hair. When I introduced myself I was waiting for the famous reaction, but it never came. He politely took my hand in a handshake that shocked me with the amount of power and strength behind it.
The others also got that reaction when he shook their hands. They were surprised. When we got back to the Burrow, we walked into the sitting area. Percy set his stuff down and took a seat; he was fascinated by the clock on the wall and kept asking questions about it.
Mrs. Weasley was slightly surprised when she saw him due to his age. She set down cookies and he grabbed a couple.
Mrs. Weasley asked where he was from, and "New York." Came the reply. I asked about family, his eyes slightly darkened. He told us about his mom and step-dad and that his dad was lost at sea before he was born. Mrs. Weasley then ushered him up to a room to sleep after he yawned a couple of times.
When she came down she asked if we had noticed how young he was and the faraway look he had in his eyes like he was only half there.
A.N.
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