Different Worlds (Harry Potter | Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 13: The First Task

NOTE: GUYS! I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A LONG TIME! I am so sorry. Truly am. It's just that I got so busy and all that crap sooooo... I got lazy and didn't update. Haha! Well here's Chapter 13 for 'ya. ^.^

Disclaimer: There are parts here which I got from The Goblet of Fire. Plus, I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter. All credits go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.

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*Hogwarts*

~Harry's POV~

I woke up groaning on a Sunday morning. I stood up and tried to stretch, but my attempt failed. I couldn't handle the pain my back is giving me and I couldn't stand the uncomfortableness my neck is trying to shove into my head.

 Ugh, damn. I'm not that old and yet my neck and my back are aching on a beautiful Sunday morning. 

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and put on my glasses to see that I was the only one in the room. Or maybe not. 

My eyes darted into a bed in the corner and saw Percy, one foot hanging on the bed and the rest of his body on the floor, sleeping and drooling like there was no tomorrow. 

Oh great, just great. I'm not cleaning all those wet, slimy drool on the floor. 

I sighed, ignored him, and proceeded to the bathroom where I took a bath and completely woke up. There was something strange, however. Somehow, my body seems to move on it's own, shaking and trembing, making myself clumsy. And no matter how I try to grip on something, it just slips out. 

Nah. Probably just effects of painful Sunday mornings. 

As I stepped out of the showers, I felt a slight tingle run down my spine, as if I didn't remember something I should be thinking about right now. I ignored it and started to put on my robes. A slight grunt scared me to almost my frigging death. I turned around to Percy's direction and saw all of him on the floor. 

Woopdefrickingdoo. He's snoring this time. Damn you, Jackson. I could have died about 2 seconds ago. 

I felt something wrong almost immediately. No, not that scary type of wrong, if that's what you're thinking. Like wrong, wrong. Like, a part of me was incredibely wrong. I looked at my hair and that's when I found it. My socks were inserted on my head and my hat was on my foot. My hands were trembling as if I were in Antartica without a jacket. 

Then, I remembered why I was trembling. I remembered why I woke up with an aching back and neck this morning. I remembered why I can't seem to get anything quite right ever since I woke up. It was Sunday today, I recall. 

And the First Task is on Tuesday. 

*Dumbledore's Office*

~Shadow's POV~

"Professor, can't you just pull Harry out of the tournament?" I asked desperately for the millionth time. 

Professor Dumbledore gave me a sad smile, closed his eyes, and shook his head. 

"I'm sorry, Miss Malfoy," he said, "but that is against ancient laws. Even I couldn't tamper with ancient laws. Once the champion is chosen, then there is no way he could escape."

He looked at his clock on the wall and looked back at me.

"It is time for your breakfast, Shadow," he said. "Come back here tomorrow morning. I have excused you already for the whole day. Also, I would like to thank you for watching Harry for me these past few days. And lastly, you have a guest outside."