Harry Potter and the Son of Poseidon
The wand-- the wand Harry loved, the only wand he was comfortable with. Why was he letting this stranger try it out? He was definitely not a wizard.
Anaklusmos- Riptide-- Percy's beloved pen-sword. Why was he letting this stranger use it? This guy was NOT a demigod.
The sword felt strange in Harry's hands. He kept feeling the urge to yell "Expeliarmus!" or "Protego!" And what was "Celestial Bronze"? The only sword he knew was the sword of Godric Gryffindor and that was goblin made. And what was written on the sword Harry was holding? So many questions.
Why was Percy holding a wand? He didn't know any spells. He didn't have magic powers. He couldn't kill Medusa with a wand. He couldn't injure the god of war with a wand. It was pretty useless to him. And what was a muggle?
“Can I have my sword back?” said Percy.
“Okay, then can I have my wand?” asked Harry. They swapped.
“Thanks—wait. What’s your name?”
“Harry. What’s yours again?”
“I’m Percy.”
Suddenly, a girl no older than twelve ran by. She stopped to catch her breath and introduce herself. She was Dorothy Gale from Kansas. She was running from the Wicked Witch of the West, who was flying on a broomstick very close behind. Suddenly Harry said “I have a broomstick!” Dorothy looked at him in surprise. She called her little black dog (“Here Toto!”) and ran off to hide. As soon as she had hidden, they heard a cackle. They turned around and saw a green woman who was definitely the Wicked Witch of the West. And yes, she was on a broomstick. She jumped off to ask directions.
“Have you seen a little girl about yay tall (she indicated with her hands) and a little black dog?”
“No.” they replied together.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” they replied.
“Well okay then!” said the Witch. “Bye!” And she hopped on her broomstick and flew away. But don't say the end yet because the Witch was still suspicious. She was just circling them overhead. She was going to get that girl if it killed her!
Circling overhead made her dizzy. Suddenly, everything was white and wet. She was flying through a cloud. The birds were below her. They looked at her wondering what the heck was going on. This wasn’t a hawk—it was too big. But they still flew away in a hurry. They weren’t taking any chances.
Down below, Taylor Swift ran by being chased by screaming fans. The witch saw her and thinking the girl was Dorothy, swooped down to attack her. Before the ambulance arrived to carry her away on a stretcher, she got to see the girl’s face. This was definitely not Dorothy.
Oops.
Oh well.
The Witch walked away, defeated. Maybe the boys were telling the truth.
“Wanna play Quidditch?” asked Harry
“Umm—No thanks.”
“Okay! Suit yourself.” said Harry as he took out his wand. “Accio firebolt!” he yelled. Moments later he was flying through the air. “Woo-hoo!” he yelled.
The end.
This story symbolizes how much I love Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, and how much I hate Taylor Swift.
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