A/N: this is a collaborative work that me and my friend came up with on the bus, so yeah, not very good. It's mostly a humorous story that came out sounding a little more serious than I'd wanted it to. No pairings. If you have anything against randomly killing off characters then read no further. R&R if you wish. Flamers welcome. I uploaded this mostly to see how worked (as this is my first story). Enjoy! I guess.

WARNING: Do not take any of this seriously, like, none of it. At all.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP, PJO, SP, or RA. (If you don't know what these acronyms mean, consult the summary. ^^^) Thankfully, cuz if i did, I'd screw it up.

Chapter 1

Let's start with two worlds

The day outside was lovely, Hermione thought, as she glanced out the window from her room. Sorely tempted to go out and enjoy some fresh air, she forced her eyes down at her essay again and read:

In order to be a successful community, all wizards and witches must accept the presence of other magical creatures, such as house-elves and centaurs.

She bit her lip. No no no, she chided herself, that sounded much too childish. Hermione sighed; it had been just over a year ago that Harry had conquered Voldemort and now she was looking for an occupation. He of course, had managed to get into Auror training right after, but Hermione, after finishing her remaining year at Hogwarts, had denied being an Auror and instead was hoping for a post in Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She scratched out the sentence. Her mind floated and spun and made it hard for her to think. Maybe a nap will help me clear my thoughts; her eyes were already closing…

Percy clenched his teeth as a medic cleaned out his wound. To be honest, he couldn't even remember the kid's name. Somehow, Percy had managed to convince himself that after Gaea had been destroyed, all the monsters would follow. It was stupid, he knew, but after six years of killing monsters, it had become really annoying. He'd already killed enough monsters and been the hero enough times to last a lifetime, and yet he would have to as long as he lived. No wonder most demigods die young, he thought to himself. The legionnaire finished bandaging his wound and said, "Reyna and Frank also called for you." Percy nodded to him and groaned inwardly, he had an idea what this was going to be about.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She removed her face from her essay. Looking down at it, she felt strong again. She dipped her quill into the ink and started to write. After another page or so, and rereading over it, she smiled and got up from her chair. "Mum! Dad! I'm going out!" After the war, Hermione had found her parents in Australia and lifted the spell. Now she still lived with them in order to make up that time. She stepped out into the fresh air and inhaled deeply. She debated apparating to meet Ron or Harry, but decided against it and went for a mere walk instead. As she avoided trees and roots in the trail in the woods, Hermione heard a deafening roar; she gasped, pulling out her wand and pressing her back against a thick tree. The monsters footsteps came closer, and she decided it must be a dragon. Getting ready to jump out and stun it, she heard another sound that sounded like a human battle cry, and froze. The dragon roared again and all sound cut off, ending with a thud. Hermione ran out of her hiding place, and screamed at what she saw.

Percy sat down reluctantly in front of Reyna and Frank. "Another monster you want me to kill?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. Reyna looked at him, "You do understand that you're the best fighter we've got, right? And yes, there's a drakon on the loose, rampaging and killing every mortal she sees. We want you to track it down, and kill it." "Why can't you send someone else?" Percy complained, "plenty of campers have faced a drakon before." "Well," Frank started, "this one's a nasty piece of work, we've sent out a couple before. One came back half-dead and we never found the body of the other. Going around the world too, last we heard she was around Ireland." Percy nodded dispiritedly, "fine."

Percy found the drakon after a week, storming in a forest in London near a mortal village. It was easier than he had thought, he simply got the beast's attention by screaming and as it looked around for the source of the sound, running under its legs and leaping, propelling off a tree and sinking Riptide down to its hilt in the drakon's back, trying not to get thrown off its back. What he saw next was more shocking. A girl around his age with extremely bushy hair, clutching what looked like a short wooden stick (mortals would use anything as a weapon, no matter how useless), shrieking at the sight of him. He tried to smile reassuringly. "That was a drakon. It's okay. Everything's good. It's gone now." She looked at him with even more horror, "what are you?! What was that?! Why do you have a sword?! Why are you dressed like that?! I've never read about anything like that before!" she had a distinct British accent like everyone else in the area. "You're injured!" Percy glanced at the spot where the drakon had slashed him and randomly felt happy that she had noticed and cared. She opened her mouth again, "come on, I'll show you to my house, maybe I can heal you there." Percy's happiness was now mixed with confusion and gratitude and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. He followed the girl along the trail; she walked very purposefully, like she was the one in charge. Hoping he wasn't following a monster to its den, he walked along.

The day had gone from normal, to incredibly strange for Hermione. As she led the blood-soaked boy in bronze armor to her house, she had already been listing supplies she might need to help him, thinking about the monster (a 'drakon' he had called it), and determining whether or not she could weasel this most peculiar encounter into her essay to make it all the more interesting. When she reached her house, she instantly hurried to grab her handbag that she still kept and used as a memoir to the war. Finding a bottle of dittany, Hermione had the boy remove his armor and slowly poured the contents of the bottle onto his wounds and watched as they healed, like a time-lapse video. "What's your name?" she asked. "Percy, "he sounded dazed, but then again, it wasn't every day one had to kill a monster. "Hermione," she said with a nod. "Well, are you hungry? I can get something to eat if you want it." Hermione said. She was enjoying doing this, helping people who needed it. Like it was in her nature. "No thanks," he replied in that carefree American tone of his, "in fact, I should get going; the longer I stay here, the more convinced that everyone will be that I'm dead." He hoisted himself up and with a final wave, walked out the door.

Back at Camp Jupiter, Annabeth sat down beside Percy and kissed him on the cheek. "How are you?" "Fine," he replied. "You sure?" she asked, "You've been acting all weird lately, after you came back from your mini quest. What happened?" "Nothing, I'm fine, really." He decided not to tell her about Hermione; he didn't want her to get jealous, even though she probably wouldn't. Girls were always unpredictable. But he also didn't know how he felt about Hermione either, and didn't want Annabeth to jump to conclusions. Annabeth started to get up, leaning forward to kiss him. But suddenly, he didn't want her to anymore, and jerked away. Annabeth got up and walked briskly away, looking hurt. But Percy didn't care anymore; he'd made up his mind. He was going back to Hermione.

Hermione finished her dinner, and went back upstairs. She had almost finished her essay. But when she stared down at it with an increasing feeling of dread, she decided to let it wait until the next day. Her mind would be clearer then. As she rearranged her bag, Hermione found a jar of dittany and a memory jarred back to her, a boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes bleeding on her floor. She smiled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a male figure running towards her house, exactly the same build as Percy. It must have been a hallucination, because she had been thinking about him. Hermione returned her gaze to the tiny bottle, and then heard a sharp and breathy, "Hermione!" She started, dropping the dittany, causing it to spill its contents everywhere. She screamed at a very real Percy, clambering in through her window, "what are you doing her?!" "I came to see you, of course," he replied. "Whatever for?" Hermione asked, her heartbeat returning to normal. "Because I love you," he said softly. Hermione's eyes widened, her mouth opening to tell him about Ron. He lunged at her and wrapped his hands around her leg, burying his face in the hem of her skirt. Panicked, Hermione dragged herself to her bedside table, knocking over god-knows-how-many-things in the process. She grabbed her wand and pointed it directly at Percy, "Relashio!" He released her instantly, only to stagger back towards her, was he drunk? "Hermione, what's happening?" She yelled, "Stupefy!" and he flew back, hitting the wall. Then everything seemed to go quiet. Hermione dragged his unconscious body down the stairs and into the sitting room. She threw some Floo powder into the fireplace and whispered the name of the first American state that came to mind, "Tenness –," but before she could finish, arms wrapped around her and she was pulled away. Percy pressed her against the floor, Hermione thrashed and flailed to no avail, he was too strong. She reached for her wand, and Percy's eyes widened, noting it. But before he could pull it out of her hand, she had cried the first spell that had come to her mind, "Avada Kedavra!"

She breathed hard, relaxed for a it dawned on Hermione what she had just done. As Percy's body fell limp, and as she curled up into a ball, and as there was a sharp crack as an Azkaban guard apparated to the spot where she was, and as he yanked her up hard, the way they did with criminals, she realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in Azkaban with no life whatsoever. She pointed her wand at her chest and said for the second time in her life, "Avada Kedavra."