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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Percy Jackson. Don't sue me. This will apply to all my chapters from now on.
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Two years ago, Percy had just been sent to this world, lost, confused and totally alone. It seemed, that in a final act of vengeance, Gaea had sent him to this world with no way back and turned him thirteen. He'd exhausted all possible methods at his disposal to go home and well, it got tiring after a while so Percy decide to live life to the fullest here.
While he did miss his friends home, the son of Poseidon realized that it wouldn't do well to cling to the past. He'd live for them; it had taken a year for him to come to terms with that.
It was a year into his journey that Percy met Draco Malfoy. The black-haired teen had accidentally stumbled into the Leaky Cauldron, having taken up traveling around the world, and bumped into the blond. Said blond wasn't pleased to say the least and had demanded for compensation.
Percy had never really liked arrogant people and decided that yes, he would talk back to that blond over-inflated head.
"No."
Draco gave a glare, though Percy had seen scarier, and huffed out self-importantly, "Do you know who I am?"
Percy gave an indifferent stare. "Not really and I don't care."
The pureblood drew himself up and sneered, "My Father will hear about this!"
"Yeah yeah, keep on yapping. I don't understand dogs anyway," Percy shot back and walked away, leaving a fuming blond.
It had been fun finally getting some decent human contact in the last year. He hadn't truly talked to anyone in a while, what with his depression and subsequent isolation.
It had taken a few days for Percy to discover Diagon Alley. He didn't know how he'd missed it, considering the many people that disappeared into the back alley and never came out until at least a few hours later.
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It took another day before Percy could get into Diagon Alley. He'd tagged along with a witch that took pity on the 'helpless muggle-born', whatever that was.
"Oh dearie, you're just too adorable! Why don't you come on over to my house later this afternoon for some snacks? Why, I even have a son around your age!" She had exclaimed, reddish hair flouncing in excitement.
Percy glanced at the woman beside him, slightly disconcerted. Did she have to act so friendly?
She continued to babble on about her son, who was apparently named Ron Weasley and herself as Molly Weasley. Percy nodded on as politely as he could but tuned her out after the first minute of her chatter. It was only until they'd reach a large, white marble building that she'd finally left him to his own devices, a 'you'd better come by soon!' shouted after him. A smile and a wave and Percy was gone. Of course, he didn't have any intention of following through with what he said, one person from that family was enough and eight more - if he'd judged correctly from her ramblings - would just drive him up the wall.
The black-haired teen continued on his way, glancing around curiously at all the hawkers trying to sell their wares.
"Dragon scales! One pound a sickle! Limited offer only!" Or "Powdered beetle eyes! You'll never find better anywhere else! And only seventeen sickles for a pound!" Similar offers were shouted around, similar goods trying to out-cheap each other.
Another long look around and Percy was inadvertently drawn to a shabby-looking shop titled Ollivanders. Another few words were printed but that was the main thing that caught his eye. Percy remembered that name being mentioned sometime ago, and it was important. A few minutes of wracking his brain and he made his decision to go in. It never hurt to try.
A door jingled as he pushed in, eyes darting around the shop, taking in the sights of boxes stacked to the ceiling. A sudden movement, and suddenly, a thin man was standing at the counter, eyes raking over Percy's form.
"Ah. It seems I will finally have a curious customer." He gave a crooked smile before gesturing at the son of the sea god to follow. Percy hesitated, before quickly catching up with the man as he walked towards the back door.
"Quickly boy, it'd be best to hurry!"
The door closed behind him and Percy reluctantly opened the door. Inside, was incredibly filled with ingredients of all kind.
The demigod could see what looked like the dragon scales he'd seen just now, as well as a variety of other objects. One caught his eye though, a sea-green feather; the colour of his eyes.
The teen glanced around and Ollivander was all the way at the other end, digging up something from what looked like a trunk.
Another cautious glimpse and Percy inched towards the feather, one eye kept on the old shopkeeper. His hand grasped around the stem and he lifted it up for a closer look. Small bits of lightning were flitting about, occasionally giving him a jolt. Something pulled at him, another feather too, this time black; ebony black. He picked that up too and held them both up, juxtaposed against one another.
A bony hand suddenly snatched them out of his hands and suddenly Percy was snapped out of his trance. He could still feel the pull, but not as strong. Ollivander gave him a look, eyes silently dissecting him before silently making his way back to his work table and placed both feathers on the wooden surface. Beside the two objects was a block of wood, maroon with pulsing black veins zig-zagging across it.
Ollivander gave him a look, a cross between long-suffering and resignation before pointing towards the door, message clearly made.
A disappointed sigh escaped before Percy did as he was told and went all the way back to the front of the store and grabbing a comfy seat by one of the windows, on the floor of course.