Title: Petunia's Second Year

Rating: K

Summary: Petunia Evans returns to start her second year at Hogwarts. James and his friends and Lily and Severus are in this story as well. Sequel to Petunia, the Demigod Witch! A crossover of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling or Riordan's characters and I'm making nothing from this.

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Warning: Blood, death, and mistakes.

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Chapter 7: Bad Idea

September came to a close and October came around. Petunia was looking forward to the Halloween feast and Potter and Black finally returned to normal. Though she could tell that they were ticked off and wanted revenge. Lily was writing home to father and stepmother almost every week, talking about Hogwarts and how great it was to be in the same house as Severus and her sister. Petunia took that as a good sign that she was settling in.

Petunia had also told Remus that she wouldn't tell Severus, Lily, or Narcissa that he was a werewolf unless he gave permission. The look of relief on his face was there and Petunia was glad that she could help him. She also knew how badly he would be treated by the wider society if the students ever found out. She just didn't want him to go through that. A true friend makes all the difference in the world.

Of course Umbridge, and her gang of Slytherin's, just couldn't let go of the fact that there were two muggleborn witches in Slytherin. Petunia knew they were up to something and she would head them off. Her face must have shown something because Remus commented on it.

"You're worried about something."

"Remus, you know that my views make me unpopular," she said. "I've vow to prove that not all Slytherin's are bigots and dark. However Umbridge is up to something."

"Are you worried?"

Petunia laughed and said, "Trust me, I'm not worried. They think their precious 'lord' will help him. Tom Riddle is nothing but a low rate wizard that thinks that he's all that. Trust me; I can make him have nightmares that will make him talk to a padded wall. No, Remus, Tom Riddle isn't someone that I'm worried about. It's those that think that they can take over everything that I'm worried about.

"Their deluded and have delusions of grandeur. But that's all they are, delusions! When Umbridge attacks, I will put her in her place. However, Remus, I would advise that you not be around when that happens. An eleven-year-old shouldn't be seeing what I will do. Trust me; it's the stuff of nightmares."

And she walked off, leaving Remus most likely wondering what she was talking about.

She extended her shields around her and entered the Slytherin common room to find Lily lying on the ground. Petunia knew this was a trap and she wasn't going to fall for it. And then a man appeared from the shadows and then another.

"You're wise not to rush for your mudblood sister," the man said. "I'm Lucius Malfoy's father and he's told me plenty about you. The youngest to invent a potion for those mutts called werewolves. And smart, very smart!"

Petunia grinned at him and said, "And I can see where Lucius gets his views from. By the way, where's Severus at?"

"Oh I knocked the filthy half-blood out," he said. "Shame that Slytherin house has gone to the dogs."

"And who is this dreg on society?" Petunia asked.

"Don't call me that. At least I'm pure," he snarled.

"Now I know where Umbridge gets her loony gene from," Petunia said. "Mind if I sit?"

"Fine," Mr. Malfoy said and Petunia took a seat.

"Ah, much better," Petunia said, "I do like to sit down before I'm killed."

"Your brave, mudblood," Mr. Malfoy said, "Not even scared of death."

Petunia looked at him and said, "I've seen him. He eats cheese and ham sandwiches and complains about Titanic victims complaining about how they died. So, no, I'm not scared of death. I'm more worried about being stuck with surfers that don't like that they ended up in a shark's digestive tract. So tell me, oh great Pureblood's, did your precious Lord send you or are you being this dumb at the request of your equally dumb children?"

"And have you forgotten that your just a second year," Mr. Malfoy said. "We will kill you before you even can move."

Petunia looked at him and asked, "Then you better get moving. Don't want you to miss out on letting your brat kids know that I'm dead."

"Oh I'm going to enjoy killing you," Mr. Malfoy said, "But first, we're going to have a bit of fun. By time we're-."

He stopped as half his body came off. Mr. Umbridge screamed in horror and then nothing as his head came flying off. Both wizards were dead.

"Really, all you do is talk," Petunia said. "Talk, talk, talk! Makes a girl feel second rate."

She then called Dumbledore.

"Did you really have to spew his guts everywhere?" Dumbledore asked.

"He annoyed me," Petunia said. "I swear all the Malfoy's know how to do is blab."

She saw Dumbledore shaking his head and saying, "It's all both of yours fault."

"I'm sure that you can help clean up," Petunia said.

"By time things are said and done, there will be nothing to prove that anything happened. However, Petunia, could you keep it clean next time?"

"Of course," she said, "I'll just burn them."

"Glad to see that you've agreed to our agreement," he said and Petunia grinned.