Percy Jackson goes to Hogwarts

Chapter XIII

Hermione POV

I was worried about Harry.

After his failed attempt of opening the clue in the common room, he'd given up working it out entirely, or at least he'd 'given a pause', as he called it.

I was happy that Harry and Ron were friends again, don't get me wrong, but ever since they made up, Harry had been less focused on the tournament.

They had been hung over who they were gonna ask to the Ball.

I mean, for heaven sake, is that all that matters to them?

They kept moaning about Percy taking all the dates to the ball, especially Ron.

The idea was ridiculous of course, how was it Percy's fault that the girls at the school had a crush on him. I mean, he was perfect: smart, strong, attractive... But whatever. It didn't matter anyways because luckily, I had a date for the Yule Ball.

Viktor Krum asked me. He was quite sweet about it too.

I did notice strange things about Percy though.

Most of the straight girls had a crush on him, or was at the very least interested in him.

And it wasn't just because he wa exceptionally good in magic or that he was a good fighter. It wasn't even because he was really, really good looking (yes, I have noticed... I had eyes too). It was more of that. The better I got to know hum, the more apparent it became, he had this powerful aura to him, one that almost pull you in.

It was hard to describe, but it was like when you first laid your eyes on him, the first thing you would think is that he's extremely strong and quite force to reckon with or maybe a dangerous enemy you should beware of, even if you had never met him. And it wasn't because he was just muscular, or the rumors of his scars, it was just a feeling you got when you are around him.

I don't know what it was but I was sure that it was there.

He acted like it was no big deal.

He acted as if he didn't have girls falling for him.

He acted as if his fighting skills and magical abilities were nothing out of the ordinary.

He acted as if any hardship you throw at him was too little.

He had got through the first task so calmly it was almost surreal.

I agreed with Ron on one thing, there was something odd about Percy Jackson, he was hiding something.

Ron said that he saw a black mark on his arm; but it could be from anything... an ink stain?

Then I remembered his scars, what was the name of the people who saw them? Louis Styles and Brenda Michelson? I think I've seen those two sitting in the Ravenclaw table a couple of times, so I went to interrogate the guy.

'Hey, do you remember the night when you and Brenda saw Percy Jacks-'

'Yes, he had abs, and no, those scars were not spell's scars' he interrupted me.

Those scars were not spells scars? Then what was it?

I decided to go straight to the point.

'No, I wanted to ask you another thing. Did you saw something on his arm? Like a tattoo?'

'Yes, I think I saw a black thing, it said something with an S on it, but it was too dark to read them.

I was still confused, so I went to Professor Flitwick if I could go yo the Restricted Section of the Library. He accepted with a smile and signed a paper that said that I could enter.

When I got there, after an hour of research, I smiled. I found exactly what I was looking for.

Percy POV

Ugh. Stupid ball and stupid dates.

After thinking about it and deciding that there was no solution, I decided to go to Dumbledore's office to drop out of the tournament.

'Sours snakes!' I said remembering the password that Dumbledore had told me.

The gargoyles turended opening the staircase which led to the Professor.

Walking down the steps, I reached a cluttered room.

'Percy, what a pleasant surprise,' Dumbledore beamed, 'what brings you here today?'

'I would like to drop out of the tournament,' I said waiting for his reaction.

His smile visibly turned into a frown and he stood up

'But, why, my boy? Has someone done anything to upset you?' he asked.

'No! No! Everybody here has been very nice, but it's just that I don't have a date to the Yule Ball' I said.

He seemed shocked, to say the least.

'What? I was under the impression that you had already been asked to the ball,' he said.

'Yes, I was, but I had to decline, unfortunately. The girls are lovely, don't get me wrong (even a guy named Seamus Finnigan asked me to go with him!), but I had a girlfriend, who I love with all my heart and I would never cheat on her, even if she doesn't have a problem with it or if it's not technically cheating, I just wouldn't,' I said.

His face softened.

'Oh, I see, well, no matter, I shall talk to the head of the Quarwizard Tournament committee, I'm sure that they can make an exception'.

A huge grin appeared on my face.

'Thank you! This really does mean a lot to me,' I said, excusing myself out.

Thank the gods for that. Headache over.