A/N: This is a Percy Jackson + Harry Potter + Hunger Games crossover. Set after all wars and the rebellion. I have made some significant changes to the story line, though. Of Percy Jackson, I mean. First of all, there are not seven but eight main Demigods. All of the original plus my OC Fiona. Fiona is basically the feminine equivalent of Percy. Done everything he did, been everywhere he had gone. They are twins. 100%. Both mom and dad. Like Connor and Travis, except they are twins. Percy and Fiona, I mean. So yeah. I think that is all I have to sa- oh! Right. Okay so Fiona is also a former Praetor of Camp Jupiter because she beat Reyna in a duel. Kind of like what Hylla and Otrera had to do for the queen of the amazons title. But like I said, she is only a former Praetor. Read my story and you'll find out why. P.S. No, it is not because Reyna or someone else challenged Fiona and won. Just read my story.


Fiona's POV

It was burning, the pain immense. Pain... yes, pain. That was all she could feel. Just... pain. Everywhere. It was in her body and floated in the air. It seemed to taunt her. The only thing keeping her sane was Percy. Percy's comforting words, words of familiarity, of home, of love. He would always be there for me. Always.

We were in Hell. No, not Tartarus, Tartarus was worse. No, this was the Fields of Punishment. Gaea had won the war. She had killed the rest of the Eight. (If you don't understand, read my AN)Now only Percy and I remained. She knew his fatal flaw was loyalty so she gave him the worst punishment ever. Seeing me in pain and being unable to help.

We were not dead, oh no, but once Gaea claimed rulership of the Underworld, she didn't care. She killed the others, but left us alive to feel pain for centuries to come, only to let us go later on and have us live with the pain we had endured.

The punishment was horrible. I was chained above a large pool of lava larger than a football field. A thousand suns orbited my prison. The occasional fireball of lava jumping up and scorching a new part of my body, causing more agonizing screams to escape from my hoarse throat. Then, the occasional group of monsters that would come to slash their weapon through my back or punch me somewhere that was sore from lava burns. I should have gone insane long ago from the heat, lava, and torture, but... Percy. He was chained, just like me, in chains of Celestial Bronze. But he was far away in front of me about 100 meters away. He had a clear view of me being tortured and his anguished cries were the only things that kept me sane.

Every time a monster came to torture me, or lava came up to burn and scorch, he would cry, trying to demand my release. A deal, he proposed. But Gaea wanted to see him in pain so she didn't heed him any attention. The lava was enchanted so he couldn't even control it to command it to stay put. Riptide was tied around his neck so that it wouldn't reappear in his pocket, but where he also couldn't reach it due to his bonds. Every time I was free of any torture, he would sob comforting words to me. Saying that we would get out some day, that we would one day be free again.

Eventually, that day came after an excruciatingly painful torture session, with all of the monsters of Tartarus, all of the Giants and Titans and Gaea herself. I had passed out from the pain, but Percy told me what happened later on.


Percy's POV

I couldn't bear it anymore. Her screams were torture, horrifying shouts of pure pain. There she was, just there, 100 meters away. With her last horrifying scream, she passed out but the monsters just kept on coming, hacking their swords and weapons into her body. After another three hours of this, I began to cry, unable to hold it in any longer. I had endured this for quite a while already, but after ten millennia, I finally cracked. I only stopped when I saw Gaea's gargantuan figure walking up to me. She looked bored.

"Perseus. After ten millennia, I have finally gotten bored of torturing you. You and your dear sister will be allowed to leave. But where you end up," she paused with a malicious smile creeping it's way into her face, "is my decision entirely."

This got me worried. She was probably going to send us to someone else to torture us longer. But when I saw Fiona's chains drop limp, I nearly had a heart attack. She was over lava, she was going to get killed! But at the very last moment, a platform of land rose up to greet her limp body. A loud thump echoed through the cavern but I sighed a sigh of relief despite this.

"Take your sister and leave. A portal will open next to you. You will have three minutes to leave through it or you will be stuck here, forevermore." And with that, she disappeared and a trail of land rose up for me to walk on to reach Fiona. I froze when I reached her.

The little clothes she was wearing were worn and torn rags, almost shredded to nothing. What remained was stained scarlet, the blood of her many injuries seeping through. You could see each and every cut, bruise, and burn as clear as the light of day. And true to Gaea's word, a portal appeared next to me.

Through the portal, I saw a great grand castle and a very large lake with that was pitch-black, along with an eerie forest. The beauty of the castle awed me. But then Gaea's words surfaced.

"You will have three minutes to leave through it or you will be stuck here, forevermore." She had said. The place didn't seem too bad, so I scooped up Fiona in my arms and made my way past the portal.


As I stumbled out of the portal, I looked at the castle and saw that there was a great big window. Through the window, I could see a countless amount of people sitting there, laughing and eating dinner, as if they had no cares in the world - which was probably true.

I didn't think. All that was on my mind was Fiona's well being. I looked down at her. Still as limp and injured as before. Her current state worried me so much that I summoned a massive wave of water and sent it at the window, sufficiently destroying the glass. But I didn't let the water pass the broken windows. I willed the water back to its rightful place. Only silence was heard as the people inside were probably wondering what happened. With the last of my strength, I ran as fast as I possibly could to the castle while shouting,

"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! MY SISTER IS TERRIBLY INJURED! PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE, HELP!" Then I collapsed, Fiona still clutched in my arms. My last sight was of all of the people in that room running out towards us. Then I turned myself in to Morpheus.


Harry's POV (a few days before Firenze comes and Trelawny is sacked)

The days were going along swimmingly. Most of my free time was wasted to detention with Umbridge. The scars on my hand were engraved deep within already. At least yesterday was the last day of those dreaded detentions.

"Wa's w'ng, 'Arre?" asked Ron with a mouthful of food, bringing me out of my stupor.

"Huh?" I said, half-consciously. Ron swallowed.

"I said, 'what's wrong, Harry?'"

"Oh. I-it's nothing, really."

"You really should tell Professor Dumbledore, ya know. About what Umbridge does to you in detention." He was talking about the scars on my hand.

"For once, you have said something relatively intelligent, Ronald," said Hermione, joining our conversation.

"What's this?"

"Little ol' Ronniekins has said something relatively intelligent?"

"Bloody hell, I didn't know he had it in him!"

"Agreed, Fred." I groaned.

"Will you two please just leave us alone?" I asked the older twin brothers of Ron.

"Of course, Harry," started Fred.

"Anything for you," ended George. Ron pouted at this. The mischevious Weasley Twins left, probably off to go prank someone.

Just then, though, I saw a massive wall of water flying towards the window of the Great Hall and destroyed it. No water nor glass ever touched solid land, though, as the water receded, bring the broken shards of glass with it.

The entire Great Hall was silent. Everyone was pondering what or who made the water do that. There was no bloody way that it was a natural occurrence. The Black Lake was half a mile away! But just then, the yelling was heard.

"HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP! MY SISTER IS TERRIBLY INJURED! PLEASE, SOMEONE, ANYONE, HELP!" it said. It was a masculine voice. At this, everybody rushed through the shattered window, Professor Dumbledore leading with the rest of the Hogwarts staff trailing him, along with the entire present school. I was just able to catch the eye of a collapsed boy with a younger looking girl clutched in his arms.


Everybody was standing there in shock. The collapsed boy's wrists and ankles were bright red, scratched, and bruised. There were also marks that looked suspiciously like chain imprints. His clothes where pretty intact with a couple of rips here and there. Apart from this, he had a lean but built build. He looked tall with messy raven-black hair that could rival my own any day of the week. The girl, though, was a completely different story.

Her ankles and wrists had the same marks as the boy's, but her clothes were barely clinging to the girl. The little clothes she was wearing were worn and torn rags, almost shredded to nothing. What remained was stained scarlet, the blood of her many injuries seeping through. You could see each and every cut, bruise, and burn as clear as the light of day. She shared the same trademark raven-black hair as the boy, along with a very lean and slightly muscular build. That was all I could make out of her and the boy.

"Quickly, children. they need help. Potter, Finnegan, Thomas, Longbottom, take this young man to the infirmary. Minerva(McGonagall), please take this young lady to the infirmary. I will see you guys there," said Prof. Dumbledore. They all nodded(including myself) and went to do their separately assigned tasks, the ones without an assignment re-entered the Great Hall, trying to finish the rest of dinner.


"How are they?" Prof. Dumbledore asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Both critically injured, and more so the girl. The boy is just exhausted. But the young lady... she has scars and burns from things I cannot place. It is as if she has been tortured in the depths of hell. The boy should wake in a day, give or take." Dumbledore nodded.

"Thank you, Poppy. Finnegan, Thomas, leave us. Longbottom, Potter, stay." Seamus and Dean nodded and left the infirmary. I wonder why Professor Dumbledore asked Neville to stay? Prof. Dumbledore looked at Neville.

"Mr. Longbottom, judging by the look on your face, you know this duo." Neville looked surprised.

"Y-yes, P-Profes-s-sor."

"Can you give me any information on them?" Neville nodded slowly. Prof. Dumbledore looked at me.

"Harry, may you please leave us while I talk to Mr. Longbottom here? Return to your dormitory. Get a good nights sleep." I just nodded and turned to walk out of the infirmary, saying nothing. The doors closed behind me.

Neville's POV(Neville is a demigod son of Ceres. He was turned immortal by the Gods in hope of keeping one demigod that knows of his/her demigod status alive. When he is with familiar people, they see him as the age he should be. When in public with no one that knows him, he looks like the boy from the fourth book and movie: The Goblet of Fire.)

How was I to tell Professor Dumbledore that Perseus and Fiona were demigods? How do I tell them that I am one too? Should I even tell him? There will be consequences, won't there? A voice then spoke in my mind.

Relax, child.

Lady Trivia?

Yes, it is I. You may tell Dumbledore. He is my son. He has been trained by Chiron in the camp that he has made here in England.

He knows?

Yes. You may tell him. I suspect that he already has suspicions.

Then I shall tell him, Lady Trivia.

I felt the godly presence of Lady Trivia leave my mind. I looked at Prof. Dumbledore.

"I-I know your secret," I said. A smile was tugging at Dumbledore's lips.

"What secret?" I bowed to him.

"Hail, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, son of Trivia." I straightened.

"Ah, yes. She told you, I presume?" I nodded. "And you are?"

"Neville Longbottom, son of Ceres," I told him.

"Hmm. The Roman Goddess of Agriculture. That is why you exceed in Herbology, I suspect?"

"That is correct, sir." Dumbledore returned his gaze to Percy and Fiona.

"Now, can you please tell me who they are and how you were turned immortal?" I was shocked. How had he known? He waved it off.

You don't age as you should. Now, who are they?" I looked to a floor for a minute then said,

Perseus Jackson and Fiona Jackson,son and daughter of Poseidon," I revealed.


A/N: Tada! Done! R&R!

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