Ties, a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson Crossover: by deepsrani

Betaed by Thalia the Huntress

Camp Half- Blood: This story is set in the summer after TLO. Percy, Annabeth and Grover are sixteen and Nico is twelve. Also, Luke, Beckendorf and Silena are still alive; I didn't like it when they died.

Hogwarts: Set the summer after fifth year. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, etc. are fifteen.

Chapter One: Why Do You Hate Him?

*****Hogwarts*****

Hermione, Harry and Ron walked out of the great hall the last day of Hogwarts fifth year. Harry had proven that Voldemort was alive and well, and that he in fact was not looking for attention.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger! Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office immediately. I hear he likes milky bars." Professor McGonagall called from behind them.

Hermione was determined to keep from laughing at McGonagall's botched attempt at trying to hide the password. She couldn't let her face show any of what she was feeling, because… well it wouldn't end well. For anyone.

Hermione herself had hated Dumbledore from the moment she found out about what he had done. She hadn't truly believed it until Voldemort himself had showed her, and even then it had seemed impossible. Why would her favourite head teacher be such a two faced bastard?

"Hermione, you coming?" Harry called. When she turned she saw the two boys were already running off.

They still thought she was the little old Hermione that couldn't do anything wrong, and that was the way she wanted it. After all, she might have hated the headmaster, but she didn't hate Ron and Harry. They were just pawns in the old man's game and that was all. They had become her friends when no one else would and everyone who would was forced not to be.

She nodded and ran to keep up with them. When they reached the entrance to Dumbledore's office, they stopped and waited by the statue for her before Harry whispered the password. They then walked up the stairs to see the idiot himself. Hermione knew Dumbledore didn't know that she knew what he had done, and that was the way to keep it.

"You made it! I was beginning to think you had given up on me." Dumbledore said happily.

She looked around the room, staring at the pictures of all the headmaster that would have been better than him. Even Voldemort wasn't scared of him, he just wanted everyone to think he was, so when the two-faced fool was destroyed, the people would have nowhere to run.

"Well, you called and we had to come. We couldn't ignore you!" Ron said with equal happiness. Hermione fought the urge to gag. It wasn't Ron's fault; his family had taught him about the "wonderful"Professor Dumbledore.

"You must depend on me too much." He said with a twinkle in his eye. Hermione knew the undermining meaning of his words: depend on me with all you have, and then I'll destroy your life when you least expect it.

"We don't." She heard someone say. At first she thought she had slipped up, but realized it was Harry who had spoken when the other two turned towards him.

"Why are we here?" Hermione asked politely, with a hint of danger in her voice.

"I want you to attend a summer camp for the six weeks you have off. It will help with the fight we have to prepare for together against Voldemort." He looked at all of them in turn but kept a longer gaze at Hermione, who pretended to be unfazed.

"But we have a strong army, and our wands work fine." Hermione shot back. She really didn't want to go anywhere since this was the second holidays since Voldemort had come back.

"What if Voldemort," Hermione pretended to flinch, "has found a way to stop people's wand from working. Then what will you do? You don't know wandless magic." Dumbledore calmly replied

'As far as you know', Hermione added silently.

"What is the camp for?" Harry asked.

"They are a special camp in America, and they teach their students how to fight without wands."

"So they're witches and wizards?" Ron asked.

"No, but they are special in their own right. I will let them explain when you get there. The camp leader, Chiron, is an old friend of mine and I have asked him to take you. He agreed."

"How do we there? We can't take brooms." Hermione asked. She despised brooms almost as much as she hated Dumbledore.

"A couple of their student will meet you at Heathrow airport. You will then take a plane to New York City, and you will be taken to the camp from there."

They three teens nodded and left the room; they weren't allowed to refuse, since the decision was already made for them, so Hermione just hoped the camp knew what they were getting themselves into.

They were walking back to the dorms when Harry grabbed her arm and spun her around to look her straight in the eyes. Her chocolate brown eyes met his green ones, and Hermione, who was uncomfortable with the gesture, struggled to break free.

"Why do you hate Dumbledore?" He asked her, never breaking eye contact. She finally managed to break eye contact and hid her eyes by looking around for anyone coming. Thankfully, no one was.

"'Course she doesn't hate Dumbledore! Why would she? The man's great." Ron huffed but went quiet when they both turned towards him.

"BUGGER OFF Ron." Harry snapped.

"Mia, hope you've packed your bag. We leave tomorrow morning, and I can't wait to be out of this shit hole."A voice echoed in her mind. She jerked out of Harry's grip and, without looking back, made her way towards the stairs.

She suddenly stopped and turned around. "I'll talk to you later; I just have some last minute reading to catch up on." She called to Harry. Hermione knew that they would never step a foot inside the library, which was fantastic for all the times she needed to tell them she was going somewhere. Truthfully, Hermione hadn't actually been to the library much since the beginning of the year.

When she knew she was out of sight of her best friends, she ran down the stairs. Using wandless magic she took the concealment charm off of herself. Her pale skin returned to a perfect tan, her bushy brown hair morphed to dead straight black, and her clothes changed from her Gryffindor robe to black skinny jeans and a pale yellow tank top. Her wand was fitted snugly in the jean pocket. Only her brown eyes stayed the same.

She whispered the password when she reached the entrance. The snake slithered to the side leaving an opening for her to slip through.

She walked over to stand by one of the sofas and stared into the room.

"Never thought you'd be here on the last day of school. What happened to your Gryffindor friends?" a boy asked casually as he came down the stairs.

"Shut up, Draco." The girl threw a green and silver cushion at him but he caught it and sat down on one of the other sofas.

"Where's Blaise?" she asked.

"Whatareyou doing here, anyway?" He asked, ignoring her. The girl ignored him too, instead breezing past him to approach another boy sitting in a dark corner.

"What do you want?" Blaise Zabini asked as he looked up at the girl.

She climbed on to the sofa beside him and looked at the Zabini boy. "That's a nice way to talk to your sister." The girl, known both as Amelia Zabini and Hermione Granger, answered.

***** Camp Half-Blood*****

Annebeth walked up to the Big House from the Athena Cabin. When Travis had entered her cabin and told her that Chiron wanted to see her immediately, she went, but couldn't shake the feeling it might have been a prank. After all, the Stoll brothers were Sons of Hermes.

She knocked on the door and opened it when she heard a voice from inside telling her to enter. Clarisse and Silena were inside as well, and Annabeth realized it was not a prank.

"Annabeth, take a seat." Chiron said and she sat on the seat next to Silena. The daughter of Aphrodite had been a spy for Kronos during the war, but she survived a valiant battle when Clarisse killed the Drakon, and had been granted a pardon.

"I have a mission for the three of you." Chiron started to speak.

"Don't you mean quest?" Annabeth interrupted.

"No Annabeth, I mean a mission. You will not have to consult the oracle, so it is not a mission." He informed her. "I want you three to fly to England and bring three witches and wizards here. They go to the school of an old acquaintance of mine and he has asked for my help."

"Do you mean sons and daughter of Hecate?" Silena asked. But Chiron said no, that there people who were magical, but were not children of Hecate. No one pushed the matter further, although Annabeth wanted to.

"When do we leave?" Clarisse asked. It was the first time she had spoken. The daughter of Ares had become nicer since they defeated Kronos but she still was mean to new people. They had to earn her respect.

"Tomorrow, before the summer campers come to stay." He said. That would mean before Percy came back, and before most of her cabin came back as well.

"Fine, was that all?" Clarisse asked impatiently.

"You may leave." Chiron said and they went out of the Big House.

"I better go and pack." Silena said. "I need to know what Prada bag and what make up to take."

"We're only going for one day." Clarisse stared at her best friend.

"I know, but there are lots of cute boys at airports."

"Aren't you dating Beckendorf?" Annabeth asked. She was sure they hadn't broken up.

"Yeah, but I want to show the British boys what they're missing, and what they can't have. Besides, Charlie won't mind." She shrugged before running back to cabin 10.

"I'd better go and pack too." Annabeth said as she and Clarisse separated.

As she entered her cabin she couldn't see that many people there so she took out her black carry-on bag. They were going tomorrow morning, staying the night, and meeting the three teens the morning after, so she'd need one outfit, PJ's and weapons.

As she packed, she thought about the short trip. She hoped that Silena wouldn't want to have a sleepover and give her a makeover. Clarisse would help hold her down so Silena could work her magic as she called it. The end result would be that the daughter of Ares would have to be punished.

She put everything into a bag and then went to look over her plans for Olympus. She has shown her mother, who had said they were excellent ideas, so all she had to do was show Zeus, which was not something she wanted to do alone. The god was powerful and if he didn't like them, he might zap her, so she wanted to wait until Percy to come back. He would go with her and then she'd be fine. Now she had to go on the mission had her plans would be delayed for another week or so. It wouldn't be a problem though, since children could see their parents more frequently now, so they were allowed to go to the 600th floor of the Empire State Building at any time. She heard the horn go for dinner and put the plans back into the bookcase where they were kept. She felt safe knowing no one would touched them while she was gone, because then they'd have to face the wrath of many people, most of whom were good with a sword.

As she walked out she could see the two new cabins. One was the Hades cabin, which Nico had designed as he wanted it. She hadn't been allowed any input which meant she hadn't talked to her twelve-year-old friend for a week. The second cabin was for the minor gods, Nemesis, Eros and many others. Annabeth had designed that one and she thought she did a pretty good job.

After offering food to Athena, she sat down at her table and ate her food. Later, she spent some time discussing the mission with Clarisse, Silena and some other girls after dinner and then went to sleep.

Tomorrow was going to be long day, she could already tell.

*****The Underworld*****

The twelve year old walked out of school moment before the bell rang on the last day. Tomorrow he was going back to Camp Half Blood and that, thankfully, meant meeting up with all his real friends.

Right now, however, he had nowhere to go. His school was a private boarding school that his father had paid for, so he could either go to the underworld or a hotel until tomorrow. He chose the first.

Nico shadow travelled to his father palace. But the lord of the dead wasn't in the room, his step mum was however.

"Nico, what are you doing here?" Persephone said, coming to give him a hug. The queen had liked Nico since he wasn't so caught up on his own mother. Persephone only had one child so she liked to spoil Nico as well.

"It was either this or a hotel." He told her but didn't return the hug. The ghost king wasnotabout to get mushy.

"Well it is a good thing you came I was getting very bored." This did not make sense to Nico, as it was July, which meant she was meant to be above ground. "Don't judge me Nico, I came back yesterday, which means I get longer next year." Persephone caught the look.

That made sense. After all these years, Persephone had learned how to cheat the system, even if it was only by a day or two.

"Where's Dad?" he asked. The god normally stayed in the palace.

"He's gone to do a judgement. You may go to if you wish." Nico shook his head and started on his way to his room.

"Nico, come back." When he didn't turn, plants started to block his exit. He turned and could hear the plants leaving. He walked back to Persephone and stood.

"Are you going back to camp tomorrow?" she asked him calmly. He nodded. "Well, last year Hannah started, and she's coming back this year, can you make sure she's ok for me?" he nodded again and started to walk away.

Hannah was Persephone's only half blood daughter. When Persephone found out about Nico and Bianca, she had gotten really mad and had had an affair to get back at Hades while Nico and his sister were in the Lotus Hotel, and Hannah is now thirteen, and goes to a special boarding school that Nico had never heard of. Although she is not his daughter, Hannah still has a room at the palace and Hades is civil to her. Even though she was just a way to get back at Hades, Persephone still cares about her and claimed her the first night she was at camp. She has no way to get to the Underworld, as she isn't a child of Hades, but Nico would Shadow travel her there if she wanted.

He went to his room, which overlooked the Asphodel fields. He often went there and talked to some of the souls. Most said to go to hell, which made him laugh, hurt them and leave. It was a fun routine.

He talked to some of the ghosts but quickly got bored and decided to walk around the Underworld. As he walked he felt a buzzing in his ears, and knew someone else had died. Even though the buzzing was continuous and he had grown to live with it.

He went to the Judgement Pavilion and saw that King Minos was sending someone to the fields of punishment. He wasn't about to stop that punishment, but Minos was cruel and he sometimes had to stop him from using unfair punishments. He took at seat at the side of the room and made sure Minos could not see him.

"You have shot ten people and let a baby die." Minos was saying. Nico looked at the accused; he was around thirty with brown hair and grey eyes. Before King Minos could say a verdict Nico walked up to the stage and took the file from Minos's hands.

"Let's see." He said and started to read the page of information.

"Give that back!" Minos shouted and made a grab at the file.

"Now, Now, Minos, let Nico choose a verdict if he wishes. I want to see the judgement in the boy." Hades called, and Nico looked to where his father was sitting. He hadn't seen the god when he entered and thought he might have made himself invisible like Nico had.

Nico nodded and finished reading. "The Asphodel Fields." He said and looked at his father.

"Why?" Hades asked.

"He killed ten people to stop them killing hundreds and the baby was dying painfully so he helped ease the suffering." Hades nodded but said nothing more.

The man went up in flames and Nico could see his spirit going left to the fields. Hades got up and exited the room as all the people in the room disappeared. The watch on Nico's hand read ten, so all verdicts were finished until tomorrow. When Nico turned to make his way back to the palace, a hand stopped him.

"Listen here, I run the verdicts not you. So don't you dare think for a second that you can worm your way in." Minos said to him.

A skeleton came and removed Minos's hand from Nico shoulder. The Ghost King just walked away. He could hear the beating Minos was getting, and he didn't even feel sorry for him.

"You sent the skeleton." He stated as he saw his father sitting on his throne.

"Minos was getting on my nerves. Sending too many people to the Fields of Punishment and the Asphodel Fields aren't as full as they should be." He said calmly and went back to reading his book. "Nico, you should eat some food and go to sleep. You have camp tomorrow, and I don't want my brothers acting like I did something wrong." He said not looking up from his book. "Not that I care." He added quickly.

"Good night, Dad."

"Good bye, Nico."

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