Heyyyy...again.

I've finally found the book I based this (and my last book) off! It's on Wattpad, called "Percy Jackson Goes To Hogwarts" by "just-shut-up-already".

It's a great one!

Also, can we just take a moment to appreciate the fact that Percy is more powerful than Annabeth (at least, in my opinion) when Annabeth had 5 extra years of training?

And also, quick question, how do you check how many views your story's got?

Harry sat slumped in his armchair, the remains of a fire crackling in the fireplace, the clock ticking slowly and steadily towards 2 o'clock.

All the other Gryffindor's had gone to bed, but Harry, and Percy, who had to protect him.

But Percy was almost asleep in his chair, but was still fidgeting, bursting with energy.

Pitying him, Harry tried to start a conversation with him, to give him a bit of interest, "I'm thinking of resigning from the Quidditch team."

Ouch, that wasn't the best conversation starter.

Percy looked surprised, "But the Gryffindor team suck! You're the only thing keeping them together!"

Harry scowled, then realised that the match was the first Quidditch match Percy had seen Gryffindor play in, as last year was the Triwizard tournament, so he had no idea how good Gryffindor actually was.

"We're normally amazing, but this time, the entire team was imperiused."

"Ahh, yes," Percy nodded sagely, "What's that?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "It's a charm which gives you complete control of your victim, it's illegal."

"Huh, but you have nothing but your word that the Gryffindor team was imperiused?"

"There's veritaseum," said Harry, "We could ask Snape for some."

"I'm sure Snape would be more than happy to help his favourite student," said Percy sarcastically.

"Your not being very helpful here Percy."

"Hey, the way I see it, it's just a game which someone is taking way too seriously."

Harry felt anger surge through him,"It. Is. Not. Just. A. Game." He growled through gritted teeth. He left his armchair, and stormed his way past Percy, who looked exasperated.

Lord Percy himself shall bless the next time skip.

After this one.

Harry trudged towards the Great Hall, his head down, he felt unable to face his housemates and friends. But he also really wanted some bacon, and his sense of duty prevailed, so he went down to eat bacon.

He ignored the stares and whispers as he walked towards the Gryffindor table - which was, unfortunately, the furthest table from the doors of the Great Hall.

Harry miserably slumped down in his seat next to Ron and Hermione, and piled his plate up with bacon. Oh sweet bacon.

"You okay mate?" Asked Ron, who didn't exactly look happy himself. Harry hadn't seen him look this upset since the Chudley Cannons had lost a match for the fourteenth time in a row.

"Yeah" said Harry. He cast around for a subject to talk about, anything other than Quidditch, "Where's Percy?" He asked, noticing the boy's absence.

Ron shrugged, and Hermione said, "He said he needed to write a letter when he came in earlier."

Harry took that as a perfectly valid excuse, and, his bacon finished, he slowly stood up, and walked out of the Great Hall as quickly as possible, anxious not to face the accusing looks of the Gryffindors.

As he was about to reach the doors, and escape the stares, a small, skinny figure stepped in front of Harry, two fat- sorry, its 2020 - 'bulky' figures flanked him.

"Well, if it isn't the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the vanquisher of the Dark Lord, and let's not forget about the fact that he's the youngest Gryffindor seeker in history," said Draco Malfoy spitefully, Crabbe and Goyle laughing next to him.

"Thinking about retiring, Potter?" Malfoy continued, "You could become Filch's assistant, you could sweep the corners with that broom of yours, after all, it's not doing anything else," Malfoy laughed. At this point more Slytherin had joined him, all laughing behind him.

Malfoy sighed regretfully, "And to think, the Gryffindor team used to be so good... if I didn't know any better, I would think someone had...tampered with the game," he finished, grinning.

Harry seethed, "It was you!"

Ron, who had come up behind Harry, put his hand on Harry's shoulder, though he looked like he was about to attack Malfoy himself, "Harry mate, stop."

"Please Harry," said Hermione. Looking around, Harry saw that a lot of Gryffindor's had come up behind Harry, and a lot more Slytherins behind Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked at Ron, "Ah, Weasley, you must have been so disappointed when you saw how badly Gryffindor played, Gryffindors are lions? More like Gryffindors are losers."

This was the Slytherins' cue to start up a chant of their favourite song Gryffindor are losers.

Harry whipped out his wand, and Hermione gripped his other shoulder, "Harry, no!"

Percy had now entered the Great Hall - he must have finished writing his letters - and said, "Harry stop!"

Harry suddenly felt the air around him lock in place, preventing him from moving, so he was stuck in the position of holding his wand like he was about to attack, and he wasn't able to say anything, so he wasn't able to hex Malfoy.

He glared at Percy, he was pretty sure it was him, as Harry was beginning to suspect that Percy could control the water particles in the air, and the air around him felt suspiciously damp.

The Slytherins booted with laughter, finding Harry's humiliation hilarious.

Malfoy turned to Percy, "Jackson! You may be 'powerful' but one glance and you can tell that you're denser than a sack of rocks, probably along with all your friends from wherever you came from! How do you feel about your house losing?"

Percy glared a truly terrifying at Malfoy, and Harry noticed with satisfaction that Malfoy's smirk slipped off his face, before he half heartedly recovered it.

Was it a coincidence, or did the sky just darken? And did the lake get rougher? And was Harry shaking in anger, or was the ground shaking?

Harry felt the lock of air around him loosen, either Percy was losing his concentration out of his anger, or he was letting Harry attack Malfoy?

Using every ounce of his strength, Harry pointed his wand at Malfoy, and managed to get out, "Cucurbita facerba!"

The Gryffindors burst out laughing, and the Slytherins howled in outrage.

Malfoy's head was encased in a pumpkin.

Immediately, the Slytherins drew their wands, and the Gryffindor's theirs.

The Slytherins struck first, and after that the hall dissolved into chaos, curses flew everywhere, and a battle of house honour began.

Well that's that. Wasn't Malfoy a savage? He called the Gryffindors losers. He's out of control.

This weeks song recommendation: 100 Bad Days by AJR.

All bow to Percy.

Peace out.