Banished Into Magic: A Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover

A Birthday Back In Time

Percy moaned as he looked at the murky brown bottle of potion in front of him. "It looks like mud."

Hecate rolled her eyes. "It doesn't look like mud Percy...it looks like shit."

"Hey! Not helping!" Percy exclaimed. "Why do the best potions always have to look so bad?"

"Well that's how they work. So man up and drink it already! Don't you want to know what your animagus form is?"

Percy groaned. "Do you have an animagus form?"

"No, every God in the greek pantheon has the ability to change our form into whatever we wish. If I want I can change into any animal, though I am partial toward chihuahuas myself."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Really? Chihuahuas?"

"Yes. Now stop stalling! You worked for over a month for this!"

"Fine." Percy grumbled as he grabbed the potion. Hecate sat on a lounge chair by his side while Percy himself was on his bed. He uncorked the potion and gaped at the smell. It smelt like varnish mixed with extra salty salt.

"Now remember after you down the potion you will start to feel sleepy. Fight that feeling for as long as you can. The more you do that the sleepier you get, the stronger your vision will be. Got that?"

Percy sighed. "Got it. Well...bottom's up!" Percy closed his eyes and pressed the potion to his lips. He downed the muddy like substance in one go, refusing to register the taste for fear of vomiting it all out again.

When he was done Percy gasped in pain. "You were right, not mud, shit."

Hecate grinned as she snapped her fingers vanishing the empty potion bottle. "Now, lay down and remember, resist the sleep for as long as you can."

Percy nodded as he did just that. He laid back and relaxed his body. Immediately his eyes felt heavy, Percy pushed them away but again and again but they dropped closed.

He pinched himself to snap out of the sleep. 'Try to think about something, keep your mind active. Arithmancy! That's it, recite arithmancy tables! No, wait... I want to stay awake, not fall asleep! Camp! Think about camp!'

Percy thought about the first time he entered camp and the first time he meet everyone. The Ares kids, the Apollo kids. Tyson, Grover, Annabeth, Thalia, Nico. He missed them all so much!

He then remembered all the gods and goddesses. His dad would probably be worried if he knew what happened to Percy. Zeus would probably act all worried but secretly be glad. Ares would not even bother hiding his joy. Hestia... the goddess would probably grieve for him, she seemed that kind of a person. And Artemis, Percy hoped she wouldn't hate him too much, he knew how much she hated stupid boys.

Percy stayed awake for half an hour thinking about his family and his friends. But eventually the potion was too strong. It took over, the last thing Percy remembered was his mom and how she would probably be pissed that he wouldn't be home in time for dinner. Oh well, nothing he could do about it now...

Percy found himself in a haze of Mist. He looked around, but he couldn't tell where he was. He looked down, he was standing on wet grass. Percy found himself wearing his old camp shirt again, it looked brand new.

Suddenly Percy heard something, a rustle in the wind. He looked around and saw a shadow pass through the mist. Percy felt himself being drawn to the figure.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Percy asked as he found himself walking up a hill. "Hello? Animagus form? Bark twice if you can hear me!"

The mist slowly died away as Percy found himself in an open field on the top of the hill. He was now walking on bricked pavement, his steps echoed through the empty space around him.