[1] New Beginnings: Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, and the Philosopher's Stone

3: the forming of a great bond

Percy was standing in the line of children, eyes wide, disbelief clear on his face. This couldn't be happening. He wouldn't be able to see Addy anymore. He'd be all alone with a strange family, with no one to call his friend. He was absolutely numb from the shock of it all. He could barely think. He still couldn't think when the families started picking children out of the line, making it smaller one by one.

Eventually, Percy was the only one left, being the oldest. He snapped out of his daze when he heard Marcy say, "And finally, Perseus, you are going to live with Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and their family." Percy only nodded. He looked up into the sneering face of Mr. Dursley. Percy almost laughed. It was the walrus man! Then he almost scowled. He had to live with the walrus man? Marcy told Percy to go upstairs and pack his things. He went up and collected his few belongings, which consisted only of some extra clothes and an old letter that Addison had told him was from his mother, and put it all into a small backpack. He then went back downstairs where the walrus man was waiting.

"Come on, boy," the man said when Percy reached him. Percy noticed the man's disdain for him right away. Well, excuse me for existing, he thought. As Mr. Dursley led him over to his family, Percy could see a small, skinny boy trying to peak out from behind the blond boy without being squished. Strangely enough, he looked almost exactly like Percy. But the boy couldn't possibly be a Dursley! He was too skinny! And his face didn't remotely look like the woman's! She kind of resembled a horse molded into a human's body.

The woman, Mrs. Dursley, led the way out of the building, her son and husband following behind. The black-haired boy waited a small second before following. Percy went after him, looking behind him at Addison and Marcy who were standing by the stairs, going through the adoption papers that each of the families had signed. Addison looked up and gave a small smile and a wave. Percy waved back, then turned and followed the family of walruses and horses and skinny boys out to their car.

He, along with the boy that looked almost exactly like him, was shoved into the very back of the car where it smelled suspiciously like farts. The blond boy then turned around in his seat and spoke to Percy, "Why were you at the orphanage?"

"Because I lived there." Percy scowled out the window, wishing he would leave him alone.

"Why?"

"Because I was left there as a baby." He was now scowling at the boy. The boy just looked at him.

"Why?"

Percy deigned not to answer. The boy, apparently bored with needling Percy, looked over at the other boy, looked back at Percy, and looked at the other boy again. He then turned towards the front of the car.

"Mum! Dad!" he said excitedly.

"What is it, Diddykins?" the mother answered. Percy almost snorted. Diddykins?

"They look the same!"

"Who does, Sweetums?" How many stupid nicknames does one person need?

"Harry and the Perseus kid!"

"It's Percy," Percy automatically corrected him.

"Whatever!"

"They look the same, do they?" Percy could see Mr. Dursley look up into the rearview mirror. His eyes widened. Apparently, he hadn't seen the resemblance between the two of them before. Mr. Dursley pulled the car over with a jerk of the steering wheel. It was lucky the road was empty. He turned around fully in his seat and looked between Percy and the one who looked just like him. He then focused on Percy. "What did you say your name was, boy?"

"Percy Jackson," he answered in a flat voice. Mr. Dursley's eyes narrowed and he looked between Percy and the other boy again.

"Jackson, you say?"