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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31. Chapter Thirty One

Harry's POV

 

We had Divination for the first time this year today. Hermione kept reminding us how Professor Trelawney is a fraud and how Divination is stupid and an insult to her intelligence.

We ignored her because it was an easy credit.

"I wonder who's going to die this year," Ron said and Nico and Percy looked both confused and concerned.

"Die? What are you talking about?" Nico asked, oddly worried.

"Every year the professor predicts the death of a student," Ron explained.

"Who was it last year?"

"Me," I told them and I shrugged, "But I'm still alive."

"Obviously," Nico said and rolled his eyes while Percy chuckled.

We climbed up the ladder and when we got into the classroom, we saw tables that sat two people with tea cups and tea pots on them.

"This is how it started last year," I explained. "She read my tea leaves and-." Professor Trelawney walked out from behind a curtain before I could finish talking.

"Welcome to Divination. Everyone take a seat. Please know that this class is not for everyone as not everyone has the inner eye." She looked across the class, her eyes stopping on Percy.

Her body stiffened and she walked towards him, almost unwillingly. Percy looked as confused as everyone felt.

 

"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call.

To storm or fire, the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

 

Percy looked at Nico in shock, but he didn't notice. He was staring at Professor Trelawney with interest in his eyes while Percy looked beyond worried.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked in confusion. Everyone was staring at the Professor as she started at Percy.

After a few moments, she shook her head, coming out of her trance.

"How did you know that prophecy?" Percy asked slowly and she looked at him in confusion.

"What prophecy?" When he didn't answer she walked back to the front of the class. "Today we will be looking into the future, so everyone pour a cup of tea!" We did as she said, but we still didn't know what had just happened. She had sprouted a prophecy, much like she did to me last year. She didn't even remember doing it.

After a few minutes, everyone was opening their books, reading their partner's tea leaves and trying to find the matching symbols in the book.

I looked at Ron who was sitting across from me. "So, I see something that looks like a horse shoe, so it means that you're going to have good luck." Ron nodded at what I said, clearly pleased.

"That's good. I don't see a Grimm in yours this year, so we don't have to worry about you dying this time," he said and we both chuckled, but were stopped shortly by a curt scream.

I quickly looked at the professor who was standing at Percy and Nico's table. Neither of them looked worried, they looked more interested than anything. The whole class was watching what was happening.

"The Reaper," She shouted as she threw the tea cup away from her and looked at Nico. "You have death in your soul! You have been cursed!"

Nico put his hand over his heart and faked shock. It almost seemed like he had won a prize.

"Death? Me? Really? Oh my, I never thought I would've been picked! That you so much!" Nico shook the Professor's hand, as if accepting his prize before standing up and walking out of the classroom, muttering something along the lines of, "Even Octavian's and his dumbass teddy bears are better than this."

We were all shocked and confused. Nico's death had just been predicted and he acted like it was nothing. That's really weird. He should've been freaking out like I was when it happened to me.

Professor Trelawney picked up the cup from where Nico was sitting before hastily throwing back down, looking at Percy.

"You have the Grimm," she said and Percy stifled a chuckle.

"What's the Grimm?" he asked, mocking her tone. No one seemed to find this as funny as he did, which worried him. He looked around, concerned. "Wait, what's the Grimm? Why is everyone acting so weird?"

"Harry got it last year," Seamus explained.

"But what is it?"

"It's a giant black dog that represents death," I said.

Percy's face was blank for a second before he burst out laughing. Why was he laughing? Why weren't he and Nico taking this seriously?

"A giant black dog? Really? This class is bullshit," Percy laughed before grabbing his and Nico's stuff, following in Nico's footsteps and walking out of the classroom, still laughing. He stopped at the doorway and looked at the professor. "If you would've just stopped after the prophecy, I might've taken you seriously. But a Reaper? A Grimm? You have no idea what those even mean. Don't think that you just predicted my and Nico's deaths, because you didn't. You just told us everything that we already knew." With that, he left.

After a few minutes of silence, Ron spoke.

"What the bloody hell just happened?"

 

 

 

Percy's POV

 

I met up with Nico at the bottom of the ladder and handed him his stuff.

"How did you know I would be coming out?" I asked and he shrugged.

"I saw the Grimm in your cup and I know that Trelawney would make a big deal out of it."

"It's just a big, black dog," I told him and he nodded. "It's literally Mrs. O'Leary." We both chuckled.

"But how did she know about the Great Prophecy?" Nico asked and I shrugged.

"Let's go ask Apollo."

"Doesn't he have a class?"

"Ehhh, he can make time for us."

Nico and I headed down the stairs and after about five minutes of walking, we arrived at Apollo's classroom. Nico was polite enough to knock on the door before we entered.

"Come in!" A voice sang.

When we walked into the classroom full of second years, we saw Apollo sitting cross-legged on his desk. A piece of chalk was writing everything he was saying on the blackboard. I couldn't see what it said because everything was swimming around, but I saw some pretty impressive drawing. They were of swords, arrows and a bunch of other weapons with parts of them labeled.

"Percy, Nico, I'll be with you in a second," he said as he slid off his desk and faced his class. "Alright, you guys finished labeling and drawing as best as you can while I go talk to them. I'll be right back."

He started walking to his office and motioned for us to follow him. As soon as the door closed, he snapped his finger and he changed.

Apollo de-aged about five years, his hair got a little longer and his clothes changed from robes to a tank top, ripped jeans and converses. "Man, I miss looking hot," Apollo said as he chuckled and looked at me. "You probably miss being over six foot, don't you?" he teased and I sighed.

"Yeah, I do. Being short is a pain," I said and Nico humfed.

"It's not that bad," he complained and the god and I chuckled.

"Well, I know you guys didn't come to see me in all my glory, so go for it. Ask away."

"Trelawney recited the Great Prophecy of Seven. How did she even know that?" Nico asked and Apollo just shrugged.

"She's a legacy of mine, very far down the line. She knows nothing of the gods. She thinks she gets her 'inner eye' from her grandma on her mom's side, not from her father family, which is good."

"Will she be able to figure out we're demigod?" I asked and the god held up a finger and shut his eyes. After a moment, there was a slight breeze and he looked at us.

"Nope, not anymore. I blocked her 'gift' for the rest of the school year."

"Why didn't you do that sooner?" I asked and Apollo shrugged again.

"Because I knew that she would say something and it would cause you guys to come see me. I could tell that Miss Granger was starting to get suspicious last year when I would constantly hold you back in class to talk to you about the tasks, so I thought I might try something different."

"You know what the third task is?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yep, and you have nothing to worry about."

"What is it?" Nico pressed.

"It's a full blown hand-to-hand, weapon-to-weapon competition."

That confused me. "How will the wizards even stand a chance against me?"

"Because we're going to teach them to fight."

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