Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

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The gods have Percy and Nico help the world that is unknown to demigods. The Wizarding World. Percy is changed into his fifteen year old self so he can fit in, and him and Nico are sent to help stop the war against Voldemort before it even starts.

(This takes place after the Giant War and during Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts. You really shouldn't read this if you don't like Percico.)

(Also, I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, this is my only disclaimer)

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43. Chapter Forty Three

Percy's POV


The Weasley were at the train station waiting for us.

After hugs and hello's, we were all stuck into a car. Thankfully, Mr. Arthur had done some magic so the backseat was a lot larger than it seemed on the outside.

Thirty horrible minutes later, we were at an apartment complex called 'Grimmauld Place,' which sounded pretty cheery.

After saying some spell and the apartments moving apart, a new door appeared.

As soon as we walked in, I was punched across the face.


I saw Nico in my dream. He was standing right in front of me, holding my hands.

"Hey, how's your face?" he asked and I chuckled.

"It's fine. What about you? You good?"

He shrugged. "I'm okay."

"What happened?"

"Some guy with black hair punched you, knocking you out. I got off a few kicks, but he knocked me out too. In my defense, he took me by surprise," he explained and I frowned.

"I got knocked out with one punch?" I asked and Nico gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"It was a solid right hook, Perce. Don't be to hard on yourself."

"What's even going on?" I asked and Nico shrugged again.

"My guess is more questions."

"Why won't they just trust us?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head.

"Well what do we say?"

"We don't tell them we're demigods."


I woke up tied to a chair, hearing people arguing.

"This is unnecessary, Sirius! You didn't need to knock them out!" Mrs. Molly yelled.

"Well I need to separate and question them. This was the easiest way," some guy, probably Sirius, responded.

"But tying them to a chair? Really?" Mr. Arthur countered.

"I need answers." The door swung open. "Oh good, you're up."

I took in the man in front of me. He was skinny, almost like he had been starved. His curly brown hair went down to right above his shoulders and he had a pretty cool mustache.

"Cool 'stache," I said, giving a nod of appreciation. The man chuckled slightly.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"So, where's Hermione?" I asked, getting to the point that of why I was tied up. "What questions does she have for me this time?"

Sirius shook his head. "Hermione had nothing to do with this. have the questions."

"Before you start asking them, can I ask you two things?" The man shrugged.

"Sure, why not."

"Who are you and where's Nico?"

"I'm Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather. As to where your boyfriend is," I smiled at that. Boyfriend. That's so cute. "He's in the next room."

I nodded a thanks before screaming.

"Hey Honey!" I yelled at the wall. "You doing okay?"

I heard a muffled reply.

"Yeah Sweetheart, I'm fine!"

I looked back at Sirius. "I will answer any question to the best of my ability as long as you untie me and you let me be with Nico."

Sirius stared at me for a minute, thinking. "You won't attack me if I untie you?"

"As long as you don't give me a reason too."

That seemed to be an expectable answer.

Five minutes later, Nico and I were sitting at a kitchen table surrounded by the Weasley's, Harry, Hermione, Sirius and some guy who introduced himself as Remus Lupin.

Everyone had been instructed to stay quiet or leave, except Lupin and Sirius, who were asking the questions.

I'd already prayed to the gods, asking for help, and I was assured that they'd give Nico and I the right answers to the questions we didn't know how to answer.

"What are you?"

"Elemental Wizards."

"There's no such thing," Lupin said and Nico and I shook our heads.

"I'd have to disagree," I said.

"What are Elemental Wizards then?"

Nico answered this time. "We are wizards who don't use traditional magic. We don't use wands, we use Elements. I use darkness and death, Percy using water. The people that came and visited the school used fire, weather and sound waves."

"Sound waves?"

We nodded and I explained, saying what naturally flowed out of my mouth. "Piper can manipulate sound waves so that by the time they enter your ears, you'll do whatever she says. I don't really understand it because, well," I shrugged, "I don't study it."

I could tell that Sirius was starting to warm up to me and my semi-sarcastic answers because he was starting to smile.

"Dumbledore say's you're here to help with the war against Voldemort."

"Yes Sir."

"Oh, he said Sir! He's a keeper!" Sirius chuckled.

"No I'm not. I don't play Quidditch."

"I think I'm in love," Sirius deadpans, looking at me and I had a smile on my face.

"As much as that means to me, I can't return that love. I already have someone," I said, bumping Nico, who was blushing, with my elbow.

Everyone smiled at that, except Remus for some reason. Why wasn't he smiling? Nico was being adorable! He should be smiling!

"Who are your parents?" Remus asked.

"Sally and Possy Jackson. Paul Blofis is my step dad," I answered.

"Henry and Maria di Angelo," Nico said. Henry? Really? Well I guess Possy was probably worse.

"Your tattoos?" Lupin demanded and Nico and I held out our right arms. He studied them before looking at us with concern. "Are you branded with them?" He asked and we nodded. "Why?"

"It's a sign that we're apart of an army."

Sirius stiffened. "What army?"

"The one at Salem," I replied simply, taking my arm off the table. Nico copied my actions.

"Why would you need to be apart of an army?"

"Because of the war?"

"What war?"

"The one that took place at Salem," Nico said, annoying Lupin and amusing Sirius.

"What was it about? Who fought?"

"Everyone at the school, and we fought to live." Lupin raised his eyebrow, not believing us.

"Really? Because I have a friend who teaches at Salem and he's never mentioned a war, much less Elemental Wizards."




Hermione's POV


The room grew silent at Remus' words as we stared at the two boys in front of us.

I knew that there was something off about them but nooo, Ron and Harry wouldn't listen to me. That's why I started talking to Remus once I found out that they were coming over for Easter Break. He told me that Harry had already been talking to Sirius and that's why they got invited, so Sirius could question them.

I had given Remus detailed scripts of what had taken place that didn't add up and he was very thankful to know everything that had happened.

We continued to stare at the two boys and they got confused looks on their faces. Suddenly, there was a flash of bright light and they were gone.

"Where did they go!" I yelled. Before anyone could say anything else, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Mrs. Weasley said, running to the door.

Less than a minute later, Dumbledore walked into the room and to say he didn't look happy would be an understatement.

"What did I tell you when they first showed up?" He asked in a threatening voice, daring us to answer. "I told you they were powerful. I told you they were our allies. I told you not to pry into their lives and that they would tell you once they fully trust you, which they did. They told you all that they could about them, but was that enough? No. Not for you apparently," he said, staring at Remus, Sirius and myself, but mostly at me. I gulped.

"I'm sorry," I said, but he ignored me. 

"Even when you came to me with concerns about them being Death Eaters, I assured you that they were not. I sent you to talk to Professor Apollo who told you what they were, he even went so far as to bring it into the curriculum this year, teaching you everything about them from how they fight to how they survive. He asked you not to tell anyone and not to ask them about their past. You did both. I asked him about punishment for you three," he said, looking at Harry, Ron and I, "But he told me to let you off with a warning, but to tell you not to do it again.

"If they come back, and I'm not sure that they will, you can nicely ask them if they will answer any more questions. If, for some reason, they say yes, you may ask the questions in a polite and respectful way. If they say no, that will be it. There will be no more questions. You will leave them alone. If they don't come back, you will not bring up what happened here at school. You will go on as normal. Do you have any questions?"

I slowly raised my hand and he nodded at me.

"Professor, if they're not from Salem, where are they from?" The others nodded, agreeing with my question.

"It doesn't matter where they're from. What matters is that they are here to help."

"Are there any other questions?" No one dared ask anything. "Harry, have you had another one of your dreams?" Dumbledore asked, changing the subject.

"Not since we talked last."

"Good," he said, nodding. "That's good. Well, if that is all, I must be going," he said, walking out of the room, leaving the way he come in less than five minutes ago.

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