Different Worlds (Harry Potter | Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 18: The Second Task

NOTE: Hey guys! Sorry this took longer than usual. I'm quite busy with school projects and I don't seem to have enough spare time for updating this chapter. Anyway, this not-much-time-to-update problem will last until March 12. I'm really sorry. And maybe until March 15 because I have to get my clearance signed. I suppose I'll try too write the chapters bit by bit, but it'll still take long. I don't even have much time to read Insurgent.

So, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, and I hope that I'll have time to write the upcoming ones.

Disclaimer: There are some parts in this chapter which I got from the Goblet of Fire. I'd just like to remind you that I don't own any of the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson characters. All credits go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.

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*Hogwarts*

~Shadow's POV~

I wake up with an aching back and a throbbing head. Staying up late in the Ministry and asking everyone what happened to who and what's wrong with what sure is tiring. I get up and, looking at the mirror, brush my hair and wipe the sleep out of my eyes. Man, I look like shit, I thought. Bags under my eyes, a crack on my lower lip, oil in my face, a tint of red in my eyes; I look terrible. Good thing no one was in the dormitory at this time. Wait. If no one's in the dormitory... I slowly check the clock in the upper left corner of the room, my face struck with horror.

"SHIT!"

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"Did you have a nice sleep, Miss Malfoy?" Professor Snape asked me with a cold glare. My lower lip trembled. His eyes look like it's piercing through my soul; like a snake's eye. Well, I'd say it's normal to feel this way with Snape. If you don't feel scared with him reprimanding you at all, I'd say there's something wrong with you. My Slytherin classmates at the back snicker, but I notice Draco give them a glare. They stop snickering and look forward with their normal expressions. Harry and Ron look scared for me, but at the same time, amused. I could do something to embarass Snape. You know, revenge for Harry. As I thought about the idea, Hermione must have read my mind because she shook my head, sighed deeply, and pinched her nose bridge like a mother.

"Why, yes, I did, Professor," I said with enthusiasm.

"Oh?" Snape said, his right eye twitching.

"In fact, sir, I dreamt of a guy who looked like you," I smiled. "Only, his hair was cleaner and less greasier." I heard a couple of 'ooes' and 'ohs' among my classmates. Most of them laughed. Seamus was slamming his fist on the table to conceal the rest of his laughter. Harry and Ron were laughing as hard as they can. Hermione wasn't laughing, but she hid the smile on her face with her hair. Professor Snape turned around and gave the class a death glare, and everybody shut up. Most of them looked like they still wanted to laugh, though. Snape turned to me, his lower lip twitching. Probably trying to avoid ranting.

Instead of trying to do anything, he growled quietly and stood straight, looking as calm as he could. "Go to McGonagall's office, young lady," he ordered. I grabbed my bag and ran off, out of the classroom, and to the hallway, where I laughed as I ran.

As soon as I stood infront of Professor McGonagall's office, the door creaked open. Absentmindedly, I went in and closed the door behind me. Seated in her chair was Professor McGonagall, a quill in her hand, signing some documents. She looked at me through her spectacles and gestured me to sit at the spare chair infront of her desk. Instead of sitting, though, I stood behind the chair, both of my hands on its backrest, and leaned on my arms. "I was expecting you, Miss Malfoy," she said, gently dropping her quill and resting her arms on the table. "I was just joking around with Professor Snape, Professor," I reasoned. "I didn't mean any-"