Author's Note:

Starry Phantasm: Please note that this story is being written about someone writing. Any more would be spoiling it, so..
The narrative will be in normal, First-Person Point of View.
And the written will be in bold-italics, Third-Person Point of View.
CaelumScriptor: And we do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. Now on with the story! Don't forget to review.
Starry Phantasm: She'll kill you if you do. *bluntly*
CaelumScriptor: I wasn't thinking of doing that, but thanks for the idea.
Starry Phantasm: Damn!
CaelumScriptor: Don't worry I'm not that evil, I'm just going to hire a Death Eater friend of mine.
Starry Phantasm: Oh, you don't mean... *shocked* she's serious. No more dawdling, time to read!

1. Prologue

I, Quinn Irving, sixteen, shut the fifth book of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, 'The Last Olympian,' and shifted my body from a lying to a sitting position on my soft pink blankets. Good books are honestly the best lullaby there is. I yawned, then threw myself off the bed, clutching my dresser (as I'd done it quite literally) in order to keep my balance. Stumbling every few steps as I'd forgotten my glasses, I groped for everything solid before I opened the bathroom door down the narrow white hall with a soft 'click.'

I twisted the cold water knob, relishing the feel of frigid water on my fingertips and moving to splash my face with it. I felt more alive and mobile. Leaning my head forward and my hand to the side for my brush, I held my short dirty blonde hair with one hand and brushing it with the other. Red pain prickled on my left hand, the one I didn't use, and with a jolt I realized that I'd been injured myself there earlier this week. Letting go, I looked at the bandaged hand, still with dried blood. It had happened all so suddenly. My sister, Sarah Irving was playing with a scissor, and she tried throwing it to random circled points on the walls so she could act like that cool maid from Touhou Project, Sakuya Izayoi. I came to say that Sakuya or whatever-her-name-was is trained to protect her mistress since the time they've met which was way too long back for a human to live. I said that she was a normal human who couldn't throw knives. She was a superhuman, and that was that.

Of course, she never listened to me. Eleven year-olds usually don't.

Like a glint of light, the sharp metal object was hurtling towards me as if it were a bullet. I moved my arms instinctively to protect my blue eyes from possible injury, and the space between my left hand's thumb and my index finger was slashed pretty badly. Sarah got off, again. Spoiled brat...

Blood. Pain. Projectiles. War.

I dashed out of the bathroom as fast as I could and picked up my notebook. This was perfect! I grinned. I secretly admired my two juniors, the author Sophia Turner and the poet Robin Starr for just being such ...amazing writers. The second I picked up their work, I felt touched. I even asked them in private, "What got you started?"

They looked to each other, smiled, and Robin dashed off to the library, shoving a book called Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone into my hands.

"This is the book I started off with. Sophia and I started writing Fan-Fiction with this other book, Percy Jackson and the Olympians." Robin said, pointing to The Lightning Thief, the first book in the series.

"Of course, we are known by a few newspapers, but we still don't have enough recognition to actually gain our own Fan-Fiction section. But when you see things, ideas bounce in your head, and they are based off those wonderful stories." Sophia said.

"Start small. Just go to fanfiction dot net and make an account there. Outline your stories. Look it over a few times. When you're ready, you can take a larger step and make your own." Robin said, a grin splitting her face. "Wow, I dunno what I sound more like, a teacher or an advertiser."

We all laughed.

A devious grin lifted the corners of my mouth into a smile as I scribbled my words onto the lined page. For the outline...

Subject: Demigods and Wizards must unite to defeat a common enemy, Lord Voldemort.

Purpose: To explain how two people from two different but similar universes work together.

Form: Novelized

Audience: Online Fanfiction Readers

Voice: 3rd-Person Point of View.

"Okay, now for the first draft!" I said, completely jovial as I went to type on Document Manager...

Thunder boomed across Half-Blood Hill. A few people flinched at the noise, while others raised their fists to the murky grey sky, yelling things from - "Shut up!" - to - "Calm down, Zeus!," - to - "I wonder what made him mad this time?" That was, of course, if you believed the Greek Gods existed and Zeus really was a man who controlled the world's lightning. But there were people in existence who not only believed they existed, they were born from those same deities. Known as Demigods, they had supernatural power and although it wasn't their explicit duty, they were the protectors of the world. When their Teacher and Activities Director, Chiron sent for the counselors and the Hunters of Artemis, everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Something was up.

I yawned, giving a short glance to the clock. God...I have to go to Karate class! I'm late! Abandoning my story, I dashed out of the house and started up the car, not even locking the door for fear of Sarah rummaging through my stuff.

How very wrong I was not to do it.. Just think. Two seconds saved, when I could have prevented my reputation from being completely and utterly damaged...

CaelumScriptor: Well, that's that. Review or I hire a Death Eater.
Starry Phantasm: Just because you didn't do it doesn't mean the blood isn't on your hands. But review anyway, I'm just a mere mortal, I can't stop her. *shrinks away*
CaelumScriptor: me too... Okay, until next time! Remember to drop a review. Flames are welcomed.
Starry Phantasm: And especially constructive criticism! *Licks lips as if for a cookie*