A Life Changing Story "Percy Jackson and Harry Potter"

Chapter 7

You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron and Percy what had happenedwhen he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall.
"Seeker?" Percy said. "But first years never — you must be the youngestHouse player in about —"
House player in about —""— a century," said Harry, shovelling pie into his mouth. "Wood told me."
"I start training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Woodwants to keep it a secret."
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, andhurried over.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on theteam too — Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," saidFred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to bebrilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he toldus."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secretpassageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we foundin our first week. See you."
Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcometurned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to theMuggles?"
"You know Malfoy, you're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground with your little friends with you," said Percy coolly. There was of course nothingat all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full ofteachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want.Wizard's duel. Wands only — no contact. What's the matter? Never heard ofa wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who'syours?"
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.
"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room;that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy had gone, Ron, Percy and Harry looked at each other.
"What is a wizard's duel?" said Harry. "And what do you mean, you're mysecond?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards.The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other.Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expectedyou to refuse, anyway."
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Punch him on the face," Percy suggested.
"Excuse me."
The three looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying —"
"Bet you could," Ron muttered.
"— and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of thepoints you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It'sreally very selfish of you."
Percy thought for a while. "You know guys, she really has a point."
"And it's really none of your business," said Harry ignoring Percy.
"Good-bye," said Ron.
The evening, Percy taught Harry all spells that can be used against Malfoy. But the easiest and most common was Expelliarmus, the disarming spell. Although it's a second-year spell, his mother had taught him advanced spells from first-year to third-year books. Then there was Hermione's advice, Percy couldn't help but agree with her. Sure Malfoy was annoying them but it was rather selfish to risk Griffyndor points, even he won't sacrifice those many points.
"Half-past eleven," Ron muttered at last, "we'd better go."
"Good luck," said Percy who decided not to come. "Kick Malfoy's arse for me will you?"
They grinned at each other, then Harry and Ron left.

"So it was protecting something," asked Percy. "But what was it."
"I don't know?" said Harry impatiently. "But whatever Hagrid took from vault no seven hundred and thirteen, it must be really important."
It was Friday morning and Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron werestill at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful.
"It's either really valuable or really dangerous," said Ron.
"Or both," said Harry.
But they only know that is very small. But Neville and Hermione didn't seem to show the slightest interest in what layunderneath the dog and the trapdoor.
For some reason Percy doesn't know, Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron although when he asked the boys, they said something about her being a bossy know-it-all
As the owls flooded into the Great Hall, as usual, everyone's attention wascaught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Everyone was interested at the package as it dropped on Harry's bacon sending them flying on Percy's face.
They had hardly fluttered out ofthe way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel.
DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.
It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't wanteverybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all wantone. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field atseven o'clock for your first training session.
Professor M. McGonagall
"A Nimbus Two Thousand!" Ron moaned enviously. "I've never eventouched one."
"I only got a Ceansweep seven," Percy grumbled.
They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in privatebefore their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall, they found theway upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package fromHarry and felt it.
"That's a broomstick," he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture ofjealousy and spite on his face. "You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first yearsaren't allowed them."
"It's not any old broomstick," Ron said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand.What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Rongrinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league asthe Nimbus."
"What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half thehandle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have tosave up twig by twig."
Before Ron could answer, Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaked.
"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.
"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry.
"Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter.And what model is it?"
"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, fighting not to laugh at thelook of horror on Malfoy's face.
"It's really thanks to Malfoy here thatI've got it," Percy added.
The three boys headed upstairs, smothering their laughter at Malfoy'sobvious rage and confusion.
"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marblestaircase, "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be on theteam. . . ."
"So I suppose you think that's a reward for breaking rules?" came an angryvoice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, lookingdisapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.
"I thought you weren't speaking to us?" said Harry.
"Yes, don't stop now," said Ron, "it's doing us so much good."
Hermione marched away with her nose in the air.
On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of bakingpumpkin wafting through the corridors. Even better, Professor Flitwickannounced in Charms that he thought they were ready to start making objectsfly, something they had all been dying to try since they'd seen him makeNeville's toad zoom around the classroom. Professor Flitwick put the classinto pairs to practice. Percy was partnered with Neville Longbottom while Harry was paired with Seamus Finnigan. Ron, however, wasto be working with Hermione Granger, something that both of them did not like.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers? Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practising, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone."
"The swish and flick." they chanted
"Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then."
Unsurprisingly, Hermione Granger was the first one to get it. But she got competition where Percy's started to go up who looked rather smug as his feather went about six feet
"Oh, well done!" cried Professor Flitwick, clapping. "Everyone see here, Mr Jackson and Miss Granger has done it! Ten points to Gryffindor"
An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, Percy and Neville turn to the source of the explosion
" Whooaaa! Ooh."
Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smouldering to ashes.
"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor," said Harry.
Percy, Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus are walking through a courtyard with other students all around.
"It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar," Ron said mimicking Hermione. "She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends!"
Hermione rushes past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.
"I think she heard you," said Percy
"So?" said Ron, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."
Hermione didn't turn up for the next class and wasn't seen all afternoon. On their way down to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast. Percy asked Neville who said that heard Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender Brown that Hermione was crying in the girls' bathroom and wanted to be left alone.
But when they had entered the Great Hall, wherethe Halloween decorations put Hermione out of their minds.
A thousand live bats fluttered from the walls and ceiling while a thousandmore swooped over the tables in low black clouds, making the candles in thepumpkins stutter. The feast appeared suddenly on the golden plates, as it hadat the start-of-term banquet.
Percy was digging into his baked potato when Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall in panic
"TROLL! IN THE DUNGEON! T-TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!!"
Dumbledore rises from his seat in concern. Everyone look at Quirrell and he stops and there is utter silence.
" Thought you ought to know."
He passes out. The room is silent, and then everyone freaks out, screaming and running.
"Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitoriesimmediately!"
Percy was in his element.
"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if youfollow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first years comingthrough! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!"
"How could a troll get in?" said Harry
'Not by itself. Trolls are really stupid. Probably Peeved playing jokes."
Suddenly, Percy stops and pulls Ron and Harry aside.
"What?"
"Hermione! She doesn't know!"
Ron bit his lip.
"Oh, all right," he snapped. "But Percy'd better not see us."
"I'm right here," he said jokingly,
Ducking down, they joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slippeddown a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom.They had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them.
"Percy!" hissed Ron, pulling Harry behind a large stone gryphon.Peering around it, however, they saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed thecorridor and disappeared from view.
"What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why isn't he down in the dungeonswith the rest of the teachers?"
"Beats me," said Percy
Quietly as possible, they crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but Ron held up his hand.
"Can you smell something?"
Percy sniffed and a foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean.
"I think the troll's left the dungeon!"
Harry pulls Ron and Percy into a doorway, they peer out to see a large, ugly troll thunk by into a room.
"It's going into the Girl's Bathroom!"
"Hermione!" they said together.
They sprinted towards the door. Hermione Granger was shrinking against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went.
Percy and Ron threw started throwing wood pieces at the troll but it was like throwing a dead fly.
"Oi, pea-brain!" Percy yelled and threw a large piece of wood and hits the troll on the head. The troll was distracted for a millisecond, which was enough for Hermione to escape from the stalls to under a sink, but the troll sees her and goes to smash her. It cracks the sink and barely misses Hermione.
"Ahhh! Help!"
Harry takes out his wand and took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped — it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Percy took out his wand and cried the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over — and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. Percy was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.
"Is it dead?" Ron asked.
"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out."
He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue.
"Urgh – troll boogers."
He wiped it on the troll's trousers.
Suddenly, McGonagall and Quirell had come bursting into the room,closely followed by Snape. They all gasp at the knocked out troll
Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall was looking at Ron, Percy andHarry
"What on earth were you thinking of?" said Professor McGonagall, withcold fury in her voice. Why aren't you in yourdormitory?"
Then a small voice came out of the shadows.
"Please, Professor McGonagall — they were looking for me."
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last."I went looking for the troll because I — I thought I could deal with it onmy own — you know, because I've read all about them."
Percy dropped his wand, Hermione Granger, telling a downright lie to ateacher?
"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up itsnose and Percy knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time tocome and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived."
Be that as it may be...it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behavior on your part, Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgment."
She turns to Harry, Percy and Ron.
" As for you three gentlemen I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points...will be awarded to each of you for sheer dumb luck.You may go."
They hurried out of the chamber and didn't speak at all until they had climbed two floors up.
"We should have gotten more than fifteen points," Ron grumbled.
"ten, you mean, once she's taken off Hermione's."
"Good of her to get us out of trouble like that," Ron admitted. "Mind you,we did save her."
"She might not have needed saving if we hadn't locked the thing in withher," Harry reminded him.
They had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady."Pig snout," Percy said and entered.
The common room was packed and noisy. Everyone was eating the foodthat had been sent up. Hermione, however, stood alone by the door, waitingfor them. There was a very embarrassed pause. Then, none of them looking ateach other, they all said "Thanks," and hurried off to get plates.
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend You're joking."
It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron and Percy what had happenedwhen he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall.
"Seeker?" Percy said. "But first years never — you must be the youngestHouse player in about —"
House player in about —""— a century," said Harry, shovelling pie into his mouth. "Wood told me."
"I start training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Woodwants to keep it a secret."
Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotted Harry, andhurried over.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on theteam too — Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," saidFred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to bebrilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he toldus."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secretpassageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we foundin our first week. See you."
Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcometurned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to theMuggles?"
"You know Malfoy, you're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground with your little friends with you," said Percy coolly. There was of course nothingat all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full ofteachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own," said Malfoy. "Tonight, if you want.Wizard's duel. Wands only — no contact. What's the matter? Never heard ofa wizard's duel before, I suppose?"
"Of course he has," said Ron, wheeling around. "I'm his second, who'syours?"
Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up.
"Crabbe," he said. "Midnight all right? We'll meet you in the trophy room;that's always unlocked."
When Malfoy had gone, Ron, Percy and Harry looked at each other.
"What is a wizard's duel?" said Harry. "And what do you mean, you're mysecond?"
"Well, a second's there to take over if you die," said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie "But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards.The most you and Malfoy'll be able to do is send sparks at each other.Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expectedyou to refuse, anyway."
"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Punch him on the face," Percy suggested.
"Excuse me."
The three looked up. It was Hermione Granger.
"Can't a person eat in peace in this place?" said Ron.
Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry.
"I couldn't help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying —"
"Bet you could," Ron muttered.
"— and you mustn't go wandering around the school at night, think of thepoints you'll lose Gryffindor if you're caught, and you're bound to be. It'sreally very selfish of you."
Percy thought for a while. "You know guys, she really has a point."
"And it's really none of your business," said Harry ignoring Percy.
"Good-bye," said Ron.
The evening, Percy taught Harry all spells that can be used against Malfoy. But the easiest and most common was Expelliarmus, the disarming spell. Although it's a second-year spell, his mother had taught him advanced spells from first-year to third-year books. Then there was Hermione's advice, Percy couldn't help but agree with her. Sure Malfoy was annoying them but it was rather selfish to risk Griffyndor points, even he won't sacrifice those many points.
"Half-past eleven," Ron muttered at last, "we'd better go."
"Good luck," said Percy who decided not to come. "Kick Malfoy's arse for me will you?"
They grinned at each other, then Harry and Ron left.