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I never asked for this, OK?
I don’t know what Zeus was thinking sending us here.
Oh, by the way, I’m Percy Jackson.
Seventeen years old.
Son of Poseidon.
I have a bit of a problem. My friends, Annabeth Chase, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace and I are in the strangest place ever.
Hogwarts is no place for demigods.
Well, not that Rachel’s a demigod – she’s a mortal. Sort of. She’s the Oracle of Delphi, if that makes any sense.
It probably doesn’t.
So, here we are. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; on Zeus’ request.
What was that god thinking? We’re never going to last here. We’re good in swordplay; not wand work. We duel in the arena; we don’t fly around on brooms. We are American not English.
Not to mention we don’t have ‘magical powers’.
Well, we kind of do. I’m a son of Poseidon, see, meaning I can control water and talk to horses and stuff. I know, I know. You’re wondering, like, ‘horses? What the heck?’ Well, horses were created by Poseidon. I thought everyone knew that?
At least everyone who’s a demigod does…
But that’s beside the point.
Rachel was standing beside me, clearly annoyed with this whole situation. “What the heck was Zeus thinking sending us here… Let alone forcing us to keep our identities secret… This is not going to go well.”
We all agreed. But, she probably had it the worst. Thalia, Annabeth, Nico and I could do some ‘magical stuff’, like I said before. Rachel’s a mortal. No powers whatsoever except for being able to see through the mist.
“Well guys, this is a quest remember. Maybe not the most – er – dangerous one, but a quest nonetheless.” Annabeth pointed out.
I guess that was true. “Still, Annabeth, we’re here for a reason even if we don’t know it yet…”
“So no one knows who we are?” Rachel asked.
“Not a soul,” Nico muttered.
We boarded the Hogwarts Express. This was the most frightening thing I had ever accomplished – probably more frightening even than going in an airplane when I was twelve, and that was miserable. I think it might even be more frightening than having to battle Kronos, but that’s a whole other story.
Quickly, we ran into a random compartment and all sat down together. “What are we going to do, Mum?” Annabeth prayed quietly.
“Who’re you talking to?” A voice said. Before then, I hadn’t noticed that some random dude was sitting in the compartment with us.
“Oh – er – no one… Nothing, nothing at all… Just minding our own business.” Annabeth replied quickly and with uncertainty.
The boy had similar looks to me, actually. Black hair, green eyes. “I’m Albus Potter, half-blood, son of Harry and Ginny Potter.”
Rachel looked at him, like what the heck? “Who are they?”
Annabeth shot her a look that probably meant something along the lines of ‘Stop being stupid and act like you know everything.’
Typical Annabeth. “You don’t know who they are? My dad defeated You-Know-Who.”
“You-Know-Who? You mean Voldemort?” Rachel commented.
How the heck did she know anything about this?
“Hmm, I think I met him in the Under – I mean… I think I read about him in a book,” Nico said.
Nice save, I thought sarcastically.
“Well, I’m Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and these are my friends Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, and Percy Jackson. We’re from America.”
Albus nodded. “I see… So, I’ve never noticed you guys before. How old are you?”
“Oh – er – we’re all seventeen except Thalia… She’s erm, older, than us… It’s our first year at Hogwarts.”
“OK, well, do you need me to show you around or anything?”
We all immediately shook our heads. No hanging out with witches or wizards. They could easily figure us out. “Oh, well, yeah, OK… Well, if you do need anything, just call.” He turned to walk away, and quickly winked at Annabeth, making my insides flop and my ears turn red.
“You’re turning red, Seaweed Brain.” She told me and then quickly kissed me.
I’m pretty sure that just made me redder, but oh well. What was I going to do about that? “So, guys, we need a plan.” I told them. After all, was I not the hero? Should I not be the leader?
“Well, as long as nobody murders us, we’re good. Or, well, I am anyways. I’m immortal.”
I rolled my eyes. “Stop rubbing it in. You’ve been so annoying since you found out about Jason.”
“Speaking like an Englander now are you?” I smirked.
“Shut up or I’ll get Hazel to set Arion on you.”
Arion was this really annoying immortal horse that liked to eat gold and always cursed. It was really annoying having to translate him, because I’m not one to use foul language.
“Bad comeback, Thalia. I can actually talk to him.”
She scowled. “Whatever you say, Fish boy.”
The train stopped. We were at Hogwarts.
This was only the beginning.
A tall witch wearing a pointy hat and long, black robes stood at the front of the dining room, or whatever these Englanders call it. “Welcome to Hogwarts, I am headmistress McGonagall. We welcome here with us our first years of course, as well as several American students that are here for seventh year! Now, to be sorted.
Sorting… this was kind of the part I was scared of, because you know… You’re not necessarily sorted with your family. I hope we’re all together, because if not… That wouldn’t be pretty. “CHASE, ANNABETH!” they called up.
Nervously, my girlfriend went and sat on the stool, where McGonagall placed the hat on her head. “GRYFFINDOR!” it cried out. Everyone clapped. I’m assuming Gryffindor is a good thing… Brave people or something like that?
“GRACE, THALIA!” I knew Thalia was nervous. She was the oldest one here… What was she, like, twenty-one? Or, maybe not that old… Nineteen? Well, she looks fifteen, anyways. “GRYFFINDOR!”
“Thank the gods,” I could hear her mutter. Several people gave her some questioning looks, but she just ignored them and sat down at the Gryffindor table, standing out because of the silvery glow of her immortality.
Who would have thought a mortal – er – a muggle would ever come to Hogwarts? I wonder why Zeus wanted her here, anyways… Wonder if she still likes me…
Oh gods. Poor Rachel. She got up from the stool and looked at me. “What do I do?” she mouthed. I knew she wouldn’t do well here. She couldn’t participate in class because she had no magic, and I doubted anyone else would be sorted into Hufflepuff.
“DI ANGELO, NICO!”
He walked up. I could hear people whispering about him. Maybe it was the paleness of his skin, or the hollowness of his eyes. Maybe it was the depressing aura around him.
Nico just nodded and sat down beside Annabeth and Thalia.
Immediately even more whispers broke out as I went up to the stool and the hat was placed on my head. Had these people seen me in the American newspaper and the news five years ago or something? Why were they so gossipy today? It was really annoying.
The second I realized why they were whispering, and before I even heard the hat shriek ‘Gryffindor’, my surroundings grew dim, and I blacked out.
A/N: So, guys, what do you think? Of course I simply had to write a crossover between my two favourite series. I hope it's OK. :) I really do suggest reading the Percy Jackson series, if you haven't already. Please R&R, I'd really appreciate it. Promise I'll respond to your reviews!