Author's Notes

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! I finished the first chapter (finally), and I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus series.

Hermione's POV

I paced around the kitchen, wondering what to cook for dinner that night. This was one of the many times I missed the amazing taste of the Great Hall's food. But I left Hogwarts now, and even though I loved the food there, I couldn't have it now. I had a family to take care of, and making dinner was one of the tasks I have. So I decided to ask someone I know I can always felt on for advice: Ginny. I called her using a muggle telephone, and after a while, she picked up. "HELLO?" She shouted into the speaker.

"Still don't know how to use the phone properly?" I teased, rubbing my ears. " Anyway, do you have any ideas for dinner tonight? "

"Well, you could try noodles," Ginny replied. " I can send the recipe of you want. "

"That sounds nice," I thought. I hung up and about 15 minutes later, an owl came at the kitchen and delivered me a scroll. "Thanks a lot," I said, paying him a couple Knuts. "Let's see here," I said opening the scroll.

It wasn't a recipe at all. The scroll read in scribbled handwriting, "Come to 157 Sycamore Street in Long Island. Bring the team. You have no time to waste."

I'm sorry that the first chapter was so short! The first two chapters will just be an introduction to the problem.