Crossing Magicks

A Harry Potter and Percy Jackson Crossover

Hey guys! So, I realize that I have like 6 other fics going, but I thought up this plot and wanted to start it. No guarantees on regular updates, but I'll do my best! Oh, and in this, Percy and Annabeth are married and about 23, the same with Harry and Ginny.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP or PJ, sadly!

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I hate San Francisco.

It's nothing against the people or the city itself. In fact, if not for the monster population, I would love to live there, with its beautiful cost access and wharfs.

No, I hate it because of the memories.

Annabeth and Artemis being captured, for instance.

Or the death of Zoe Nightshade.

Or being chased to heck and back by a pair of angry, grocer gorgons.

Or... Well, you get the idea.

The point is, I was back in town, and I was trying to at least look cheerful for the sake of my wife.

Who was currently worrying the heck out of me, by the way.

"Annabeth," I pleaded. "Could you at least sit down for a bit? All of your pacing can't be good for the baby."

Maybe I should explain some things.

See, about six, maybe seven years ago, the war with Gaea ended.

The final battle was a living nightmare. Blood, monsters, still bodies that you couldn't tell if they were dead or not, it was like a scene from Tartarus.

I should know, I've been.

There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of Katie and Travis, of Reyna and Dakota, or even of egocentric Drew. They made the ultimate sacrifice.

I shook the thought off. Bad Percy, I chided myself, memories of friends, good, of war, bad.

After the war was done, Annabeth and I dated for another year or two, before I finally worked up the guts to propose. I had never seen a more beautiful bride.

And now, three years later, she was carrying our first child.

Unwillingly, I felt my gaze soften as I watched my wife pace about in a panic. Despite my pleas, she wouldn't be still. Well, that's ADHD for you. I tried to get back into what she was saying. We were in a park somewhere in the middle of the city, it was an excellent day, plenty of shade, not to hot, a slight breeze, and my wife was in a stink.

"Oh gods," she mumbled to herself. "I can't believe Chiron expects us to organize an exchange program with Camp Jupiter... the logistics alone...not to mention the smell that transporting that many demigod will put out...imagine the monsters that would flock..."

And on, and on, and on, and on. I just stood there, waiting for her to think herself out patiently. She was on a roll.

You do NOT interrupt Annabeth when she's on a roll, unless you are insane or have a death wish.

Well, I'm not suicidal, so I must be crazy.

"Annabeth, honey, you really need to sit down," I told her, catching her arms and turning her to face me. I could see that she was about the protest, but she must have seen the determination in my eyes, and she nodded reluctantly.

Honestly, no matter how many times I told her that she was now responsible for two lives, she does not act like it. Just the other day I caught her writing with her knives in the throwing range. You'd think that the daughter of wisdom would have more common sense.

Taking her elbow,I last her over to a bench on the side of the path we were walking on. Helping her ease herself down, I waited until she was settled before leaving in and kissing her lightly on the forehead. Standing back up, I shot her a grin before resting my hand on her slightly bulging baby bump. "Now, what flavor of ice cream is Percy Junior craving?"

She rolled her eyes and placed her hand over mine, leaving it on her stomach. With the other hand, she touched her temple with two fingers, as if using psychic divination. I laughed wholeheartedly at her teasing. It had become a little more of ours, ever since she had stated getting the weird food cravings.

I pulled my hand out from underneath hers and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

She thought for a moment. "Cookie dough."

I smiled at her, leaned down and pecked her lightly on the lips, before racing off, calling over my shoulder, "As you wish!"

Ginny's POV

I smiled as Harry kissed my cheek before running off to find me a dozen treat. He could be so sweet when he wanted to.

Harry and I had come to the states just for fun. I mean, who spent want to see the Golden Gate Bridge, our the Statue of Liberty? Plus, we were way over due for a vacation. I think it's been newly a year since Harry and I went on one on our own.

Rubbing my hand over my slightly protruding belly, I looked around for a place to sit. Gosh, being pregnant can sure tire a gal out.

Glancing about, the only place I saw to sit was a bench that already had one occupant. A young woman with long bond hair in princess curls sat there, also running her hand over a baby bump. I shrugged. Oh well, I thought, us pregnant people must stick together.

Waking over to her, I have her a wide smile when her head raised at the sound of my footsteps. "Do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked.

She shook her head no, then held her hand out to me. "Annabeth,"she said.

I shook her proffered hand. "Ginny." Groaning loud enough to wake the dead,I slowly eased myself down beside her. I thought I caught a glimpse of something bronze hunting at her waist, but it was gone so fast I must have imagined it.

Looking back at her, I caught her watching me with an alleged glint in her eyes. "Hey," I complained,"We can't all have the body of an Olympian while we're pregnant!"

She busted out laughing. It was true though; she looked great for someone who had to eat enough for two.

I could tell she was trying to stop herself from laughing, but just one look at the smell on my face sent her off again. "Sorry," she gasped in between outbursts. "My hormones are a mess." I nodded in understanding.

"So, do you like to read?" I asked her. Almost instantly, we were off on a discussion relating the finer points of all the classics.

"I still don't see have Lizzie fell in love with Darcy, though, even when he did-"I immediately broke off as I heard a growing behind me. Dang it. Why couldn't I have a normal vacation?

Apparently, Annabeth was following the same trail of thought, because she and I simultaneously said, "Oh, no."

Harry's POV

I was having a hard time staying focused. My thoughts kept returning, for some reason, to what happened after the war, which ended 6 years ago.

I guess it's because I just realized how lucky I am to have Ginny with me. We lost so many people during the war. If I had lost her as well... I started at the thought.

Turns out, I can't reminisce and walk at the same time. I walked straight into a brick wall.

At least, I thought it was a brick wall.

Until it moved.

"Hey, man. What's up?" the brick wall said. Slowly, I began to realize that the wall was actually a person.

Now, I know you're thinking, what kind of person can think someone else was a wall? Well, you obviouslyy haven't met this guy.

Honestly, he might as well have been made out of 180 kilos of steel. The guy was crazy.

He was tall, probably around 6'2", and had a slender build, but, but his muscles were developed enough to show that he was in great shape. He was slightly lopsided, as though he was used to exercising his right arm more than his left, and had a kind look in his eye that showed that he was not one to hold a grudge.

Clearing my throat, I stuck out my hand. "Sorry. I spaced out for a bit. Harry Potter," I told him.

He grasped my hand and shook it firmly. "Percy Jackson, and no harm, no foul. I'm good." He grinned to show that he really meant what he said.

Vaguely, my mission began to return to my mind, and I asked him, "Do you have any idea where I could get some ice cream?"

The man grinned even more. Seriously, was that all he ever did? "Well, you're in luck," he told me. "You bumped right into line."

The guy seemed nice enough, but my instincts were warning me about him. Something about the way he did, with well-rehearsed practice and ease, reminded me of a panther about to strike.

We were just taking about manly stuff such as football and weather when two twin screams echoed across the park. We both paled simultaneously.

"Annabeth!" the man yelled, at the same time that I screamed, "Ginny!"

Without a second thought, we both took off racing towards the sound.

So, was it good? I know it was a little slow, but it will pick up next chapter!

Please review for anything and everything that is on your mind right now! I would like the feedback!

Love y'all!

~Boogalee