Percy Jackson ft. Harry Potter

Percy’s nightmare started like this...

He was walking on a train station at London, how he got there, he never knew. All he knew is that he was at King’s Cross station and someone pushed him towards the barrier between platform nine and ten. He closed his eyes, ready for the crash – it didn’t come.. he kept on falling..  when he opened his eyes he saw a guy fighting a basilisk – a gigantic snake – and the guy was doing mighty fine with a sword in his left hand while the right one was holding a.. stick? A mere stick? When the guy flicked his stick before the basilisk while shouting nonsense a light came from the stick and it defeated the basilisk. Wow. How did a stick do that? Just when he thought it was over the guy faced him and pointed his stick to him..

He sat bolt upright, shivering in his bed. There were no gigantic snake and dangerous guy with a stick. Morning sunlight filtered through his bedroom window. He closed his fingers reassuringly to the ballpoint pen he always slept with and studied the Ancient Greek writing engraved on the side: Anaklusmos. Riptide.

Percy was worried. For the dreams of the demigods were not just simple dreams. But for once he ignored his dream because it’s much of a bother if he can’t prepare for this afternoon. He’ll be hanging out with Annabeth. It’s not a date, they’ll just.. hang out, as friends he said, trying to convince his self that it’s true.

He was on the last day of his summer semester at Goode High school, sitting in the auditorium with all the other freshmen and trying to finish his I-didn’t-read-about-it-I’m-just-pretending-that-I-did essay on Hamlet, when Mrs O’Leary burst onto the stage, barking like crazy.

Mrs O’Leary is his pet hellhound. She’s a shaggy black monster the size of a Hummer, with a razor fangs, steel-sharp claws and glowing red eyes. She’s really sweet but usually, she stays at Camp Half-Blood. He was surprised to see her on stage thrashing around.

Everyone looked up. He was sure the other kids were going to panic and run to the exits, but they just started snickering and laughing. A couple of girls said, ‘Aww, cute!’

Their English teacher, Dr. Dreary, adjusted his glasses and frowned. ‘All right, whose Chihuahua?’ he asked. Percy sighed in relief. Thank gods for the Mist – the magical veil that keeps humans from seeing things the way they really are. ‘Um, mine sir,’ Percy spoke up. ‘Sorry! It must’ve followed me.’ Somebody behind him started whistling ‘Mary had a little lamb.’ More kids cracked up.

‘Enough!’ Dr. Dreary snapped. ‘Percy Jackson, this is a final exam. I cannot have Chihuahuas –‘

‘WOOF!’ Mrs O’Leary’s bark shook the auditorium.

‘I’ll get out of here Dr. Dreary. I’m finished anyway.’ He closed his test booklet and ran towards the stage. Mrs O’Leary bounded for the exit and he followed, the other kids still laughing and calling out behind him, ‘See ya, Chihuahua Boy!’

Mrs O’Leary ran down West 81^st Street towards the river. ‘Slow down!’ Percy yelled but Mrs O’Leary kept well ahead of him. She turned to bark every once in a while as if to say, Move it, slowpoke! She ran two blocks south, straight into a park. By the time Percy caught up with her, she’d leaped an iron fence and disappeared into a wall of bushes. On the other side was a clearing – a half acre of grass ringed with trees. Mrs O’Leary was sniffing around wagging her tail like crazy. Then, the ground opened up under Mrs O’Leary and Percy, and they fell into darkness. Percy expected to keep falling forever, or maybe be squashed into a demigod-hellhound special pie when they hit the bottom. But the next thing he knew, He together with the dangerous guy with the stick in his dreams was all hunched up together and that Mrs O’Leary was gone.

Harry immediately clasped his wand and pointed it to the stranger. The last thing he remembered was that he was about to go to his potion class when Moaning Myrtle gave him a strange looking beaker which turned out to be a portkey and he was transported here – in nothingness with an innocent looking guy holding a bronze sword.

‘You’re the stick guy!’ the boy said to Harry. ‘Stick what? First of all I’m Harry and can you please lower your sword and let’s both be calm.’ ‘You can see my sword?’ the boy asked, surprised. ‘Of course I can! I’m not blind if you didn’t notice.’ Harry was was starting to get irritated with the boy. ‘You’re not human then.’ The boy replied. ‘Of course I’m not a muggle! – wait. Are you telling me that you’re also not a muggle – I mean human?’

Percy knew that this guy was not normal but either way he was still shocked when the guy said he was not human. He was hesitant whether he’d lower Riptide or not but did the former anyway. ‘So, I’m Percy Jackson. A demigod, son of Poseidon. What about you? And seriously dude, what’s with the stick? No offense meant.’

Harry was taken aback by what this boy – Percy said. ‘Wait. What? You’re a demi – what? God? Hah.’ He scoffed. ‘You’re funny. And no worries, no offense taken.’

 ‘I’m not joking. I’m really am a demigod. Half human, half God. I know it sounds crazy but believe me, gods do really exist. Don’t worry I was also shell-shocked the first time I knew this.’ Percy said. ‘What about you? I’m pretty sure you’re also not normal.’ He snorted.

‘I’m Harry. Harry Potter, a wizard, which explains the stick. This is a wand. I use this to do stuffs.’ Harry said swishing his wand creating small bits of lightdust.

‘Cool. Are you by chance a son of Circe or Hecate?’ Percy said ogling at the tiniest of lights that Harry created.

‘No. never heard ‘bout them. Look, this is only my theory but what if we came from different worlds and we were brought here for a reason?’ Fair enough. They heard growling, hissing and shouting at the far end of the island they were at.

‘What’s that?’ Percy asked uncapping his Riptide again.

‘We need to go there.’ Harry said with determination.

Only one word could define what they saw in the kingdom that was attacked: CHAOS. There were different kinds of monsters, wizards and witches, and even helpless humans fighting. Harry saw a kid crying in the street and he placed her in a safe place and asked her what’s happening. The kid explained that the wizards, and monsters were trying to invade their kingdom and steal their gold. The heroes decided to help the humans protect their kingdom. Percy and Harry parted ways to deal with their enemies.

Percy went to the first monster he saw killing humans like they were nothing. The Minotaur – it was seven feet tall, his arms and legs was like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine – bulging biceps and triceps and all the other ‘ceps, all stuffed like baseball under vein-webbed skin. The top half of its body was chilling. Rough brown hair started at about his belly button and got thicker as it reached its shoulders. His neck was a bulk of muscle and fur leading up to his massive head, which had a snout, snotty nostrils, and horns – enormous black-and-white horns with points you just couldn’t get from an electric sharpener.

The Minotaur closed in and hovered over him. Percy sprinted to the right, turned and saw the creature’s eyes glowing with hate. It lowered its head and charged, razor-sharp horns aimed straight at his chest. Percy tried to break his horn with his sword but it just started a crazed motion which sent Riptide flying. It charged again aiming for his head this time but Percy jumped to the side and the Minotaur stormed past like a freight train. ‘I could outwit this monster.’ He said to himself. But the Minotaur shook himself around and bucked like a festival bull. Percy got a hold of his ballpoint pen again and like a show, with a perfect timing uncapping the pen, it pierced through the Minotaur’s mouth. Then, it began to disintegrate like a crumbling sand, blown away by the wind. The young demigod then slayed monster after another with resolve.

On the other side, the wizard Harry Potter, was having troubles, for he was dealing with Bellatrix, the witch who killed his only family – his godfather and the one who led the witches in this war. Bellatrix pointed a curse over her shoulder. A vessel near her rose into the air and tilted. Harry was swamped in the foul-smelling potion within. The creatures slipped and slid over him and began spinning their long, colored tentacles, but he shouted, ‘Wingardium Leviosa!’ and they flew into the air away from him.  When he was free, he saw Bellatrix escaping but he dashed toward her. As fast like a lightning Bellatrix aimed another spell at him. He dodged and crouched behind the buildings listening as the spell zoomed past him. There were no more footsteps. She had stopped running. ‘Come out, baby Harry!’ she called in her mock-baby voice. ‘What did you come after me for, then? I thought you were here to protect this gibberish and avenge my dear cousin!’ She said snarling this time. ‘You loved that good-for-nothing bloke didn’t you?’

Hatred rose in Harry such as he had never known before. He flung himself out from behind the building and bellowed ‘Crucio!’ Bellatrix screamed. The spell had knocked her off her feet, but she did not writhe and shriek with pain – she was already on her feet again, breathless, no longer laughing. She countered with the killing spell ‘Avada Kedavra!’ Harry ducked again and aimed a stunning spell ‘Protego!’ but it missed her. ‘Crucio!’ she bellowed, that time, it hit him he screamed in pain, tortured, and Bellatrix was laughing like a maniac. ‘You can’t beat me Potter. I’m gonna kill you just the way I killed your beloved godfather!’ She then casted the killing spell ‘AVADA KEDAVRA!’ Harry was anticipating that he’d die but was shocked to see a bronze sword deflecting the spell, the jet of red light, bounced back to the caster and Bellatrix died.

With their leader gone, the wizards and witches pulled out from the war and the heroes were invited at the palace. The royal family thanked them for they were fighting a losing war before the heroes saved the day. The king granted their wish to go back to their own respective worlds…

Percy was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock indicating that it was only 7:00, February 30. The last day of his summer class.

That same moment, in the parallel universe, Harry Potter was still asleep. Drawn into the realms of his dreams.