Okay, hopefully this HP/PJO crossover will go over better than my previous one. And I all own is this very stubborn plot bunny who opted to annoy me into submission rather than playing 'hide and no seek' with all my other plot bunnies. So… thank you?

*in response the plot bunny cackles and dresses up as Dr. Insano*

Yeah… that can't be a good sign. Happy 12/12/12 though.

Edited by Mellie Erdmann. THANK YOU!

It was a rainy Halloween night, almost the first of November. Sally Jackson had picked up her young son Perseus from the daycare once she had finally been able to leave the candy shop, the second of the two jobs she had to support the two of them. Now they could go home, eat a quick snack, and sleep until early morning. Perseus was nestled in her arms, the pink umbrella perched awkwardly above them, as Sally walked towards their home.

At least, that had been the plan until Sally all but walked into a wall of grief. Ever since she had been little, Sally could see things that few others could. It wasn't until she had met Poseidon that she learned that she could see through the Mist that kept mortals from seeing magic. But another aspect of her ability was that she could sense emotions at times. Usually she felt them only if the emotions were very strong or if she knew the person very well. So if she could feel a stranger's grief so keenly… what had happened to them?

Looking around, she spotted the person walking down the street. It was a young man, about her own age balancing a sleepy child about Perseus' age on his hip with one hand and carrying a red umbrella in the other. Actually, beyond being about the same age, the child bore a marked resemblance to Perseus- the eyes were a more intense shade of green, the hair was messier, and there was some sort of mark on his forehead but other than that they could be fraternal twins or even be mistaken for identical ones if one didn't look closely enough.

Curiously Sally wandered over. "Hello?"

Teal eyes met grey ones. Sally found herself wishing her brown hair wasn't in a messy ponytail and that she wore something besides an old brown turtleneck and jeans. The guy was nearly as handsome as Poseidon, with jet black hair and noble features. Plus he wore a very nice looking black trench coat along with matching boots and a full-looking knapsack.

"Hello?" He responded unsteadily in a British accent. Now that she was closer, Sally could feel the shock intermingling with the grief. Whatever had happened had happened very recently- it hadn't sunk it yet.

"Do you two need a place to stay? My place has a couch and your little guy can share my little guy's crib," she offered before she could think it through.

"I… I guess so," he agreed, looking lost. "Thank you?"

"No problem," she assured him. "Come on."

She led him to her little apartment, placing Perseus on the living room before heading over to the kitchen. "I have some blueberry lemonade in the fridge. And I think I have some vanilla wafers in one of the cupboards. What else…?"

"I'm not hungry," he declined.

"Padfoot, Arry hungry!" chirruped the little boy on his hip. "Ookie?"

"Ookie?" perked up Perseus. Both boys insisted in tandem, "Ookie!"

"Cookie time it is, then," Sally agreed, getting out the vanilla wafers. "Are you sure you don't want anything…?"

"I'm good," he insisted awkwardly.

Looking around, 'Arry' asked, "Where Mama? Where Prongs? Padfoot, where Mama an' Prongs? Mama wake up now?"

Stricken, 'Padfoot' said, "No. What do you mean, Mama wake up now?"

"Green light and Mama take nap," Arry explained. "Prongs too?"

"… Yeah."

The waves of grief coming off Padfoot were starting to give Sally flashbacks to when her parents and later her uncle had died. Had Arry's parents died in the near past? What had happened?

"Mama, ookie?" Perseus reminded her.

"Yes, Perseus, here's your cookie," she smiled, handing him one.

"Ookie!" cheered Arry as Sally gave him one as well, promptly nibbling on it.

"Thanks," mumbled his guardian, sitting down on the couch. Arry snuggled up against him, happily eating the treat.

"So," sighed Sally, sitting down on the floor near her son. "I'm Sally Jackson and this is my son Perseus. You two are?"

"I'm Sirius and this is my godson Harry."

"Hi!"

"Hi," agreed Perseus.

Sally had no idea how to ask about Harry's parents. Quietly Sirius told her, "They were killed, earlier tonight. Apparently Harry actually saw his mother's death… the green light."

"Green light make nap!" Harry giggled proudly. "Harry no nap! Harry no need nap!"

Sirius looked over at Harry. "What."

"Green light of no nose make Mama nap. Green light no make Arry nap, make no nose go poof," Harry explained contently. "Arry big boy! No need nap!"

"How did- what?" Sirius got out, pushing up Harry's bangs to reveal a lightning bolt scar. "This is from… oh my Merlin. Oh my Merlin. It backfired. It bloody backfired. How did THAT happen?"

"Bloody hell, Ames!" giggled Harry. "Bloody hell, Ames! Bloody hell, Ames!"

Despite him, Sirius smiled. "You do sound like your mum."

"Yay!"

"Bloody hell, Ames?" tried Perseus hopefully.

Sally ruffled her son's hair. "Nice try, little one. But it's bedtime."

"NO NAP!" shrieked Harry, suddenly panicky. "NO NAP!"

"Bath time," insisted Perseus. "No bed time- bath time."

"Bath time?" commented Harry, curious. "Bubbles?"

"Yes! BUBBLES!" laughed Perseus.

Barely bemused, Sirius commented, "I think they want a bubble bath."

"YAY!" cheered both boys.

"No bath time," frowned Sally. "Bed time."

"NO NAP!" insisted Harry vehemently.

"It's not a nap, it's bed time," Sirius reasoned. Harry sulked, sticking his thumb into his mouth.

Sirius got out a one-piece for Harry, pale yellow covered in broomsticks. Sally put Perseus into a The Little Mermaid one-piece (his decision, not hers). The two boys were put into the crib, quickly falling to sleep.

"We need to talk," whispered Sally as the two exited Perseus' bedroom.

"I- all right," acknowledged Sirius, clearly not wanting to start an argument. "I suppose you do deserve an explanation."

"If you want, I can give you one in return," she suggested, kicking off her sneakers as they passed through the living room. "Fair's fair."

"Can we have some tea or hot chocolate? I'm feeling a bit homesick…" Sirius said, running a hand through his hair. "Not to mention tired."

"Sure," Sally smiled sympathetically at him.

Oh dear, Harry has developed a nap-phobia. Not that I can blame him…