Da Grandson of Voldemort (PJ and HP fanfic)

I go shopping with a creepy old man

I don't own nothing! Deal with it.

On with da dam story! haha. Dam.

Percy P.O.V

I still dont get why these people hate me so much. I mean, what the f*** is up with that? The glaring is getting old. My life sucks sometimes. Like how I found out that i hafta go to school... DUN...DUN...DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNN... with dyslexia, school is a nightmare. School is all about reading things! and dont even get me started on the problems of ADHD. Another reason I don't wanna go to school is cuz i dont need a bajillion more people glaring at me. Also, its for the sake of the school. By the time this year is done, Pig Warts is gonna be nothing but rubble.

Anyway, today i hafta go shopping with a bunch of people who hate me at a place called "Diagon Alley" what's with the weird names around here? Pig Warts, Mouldy Warts, etc. What are we even going shopping for? Broomsticks, and pointy hats? I would never riide a broomstick. Zeus would kill me. Literally. I think about all of this as I finish my blue pancakes. They're good, but not as good as my moms. No one can top hers.

"so..." i start trying to break the tension, "how are we going to this diagon thingie?"

Harry opens his mouth, like he's gonna say something, but Mrs. Weasley sends him a look, and replies, "we'll be going by floo powder dear."

I'm confused. "Wont that give me the flu?" I ask. Hermione rolls her eyes.

"No. Floo powder allows you to travel from one fire place to another, in a matter of seconds." She explains.

Well that clears it all up. "So how do I do it?" I ask.

Harry smirks at me. "It's really not thAt hard you know. Most people catch on right away. But it'll probably be different for you. You aren't like most people. Most people aren't completely evil."

"As far as I know potter, you aren't normal either. You are a wizard." I retort. He doesn't have anything to say to that.

Dumbledore steps forward and explains how. Once he finishes, i clear something up with him. "So you want me to step into a fire, throw powder inside, and say 'diagon alley'"

"I think that's it." He confirms smiling. I do as he says, and I appear in a fire place. Covered in ash. I step out, and brush the ash off. Suddenly, everyone else steps out of the flames. Weird.

"Soooooo.... where to first?"

Over the next hour, we go to a bunch of places. A book store *shudders* and a broomstick shop (worse.) Then we go to the pet store.

Sirius explains to me that wizards use owls to carry letters, and that they are extremely useful. He seems to not hate me as much as the others. Makes sense, he was also related to a bunch of jerks. Anyway, at the counter, I see a women that looks like an older version of Annabeth. I immediately know who it is.

"How may I help you?" Athena asks.

"We're just looking for an owl." I reply.

"Right this way," she gestures for us to follow. We get to the owl room, and all of the owls zoom into me, pecking at me. I can imagine my gravestone.

Percy Jackson
Died at age 17 by being pecked to death by angry owls.

Luckily, Athena snaps her fingers and they all fly back to their cages, but one gray owl flies over to me and perches on my shoulder. It seems she has one characteristic of each of the seven.

"Well, sea spawn, it looks like there is one that doesn't want to kill you." Athena says smiling.

"Ill name her seven." I say proudly.

-time skip thingie-

We pay, and head out.

"Last thing on your list is a wand." Hermione tells me.

"Harry, Ron, and Hermione, please help percy get a wand, Sirius and I have business to attend to else where." Dumbledore says. With that, he and Sirius disappear.

I follow the golden trio to the wand shop in silence. We finally get there, and I see shelves filled with boxes, boxes, and more boxes.

An elderly man pops out from behind one of them and says, "well, who do we have here?" I nearly fall on the floor. Wow. This old guy is creepy.

"Um... I'm looking for a wand." I reply.

"The wand chooses the wizard he explains."

"Nice to know. So can we get to the wand choosing thingie?"

He hands me a box. I open it, and there's a stick inside. No a wand. "Give it a wave." He tells me. When I do, all the windows in the shop shatter. "Nope not this one." The old dude mutters. He hands me another, I give it a wave and I die.

Just kidding, what really happens, is all the lights turn off. Stuff like this happens for about an hour, until there is only one wand left. "This is the oldest wand in existence. It was meant to go to the most powerful wizard." I wave it, and the smell of ocean fills the room. He stares at me in awe. "This wand was meant to go to the most powerful wizard of the age. It's 11 and a half inches, with a hippocampi scale core." Well that's ironic. Harry looked at me with... was that envy? Then I payed for my wand, and we leave the shop.

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Stay cool Demigods,

- Shark