Percy sometimes wondered why he was so unlucky.

Was it because he never flossed? Yeah, it was probably that.

Currently he was running through a dense forest, unsure of exactly where he was, being chased by what you ask?

Well, that's the problem. Percy had absolutely no idea.

For you to understand he should probably start from the beginning.

They say that eyes are the gate way to the soul. The way in which you can read a persons emotions. No matter how good you can be at hiding your emotions, the eyes will always betray you.

But, if you were to look at Percy Jackson's you would see nothing.

His eyes were two empty voids, as he lay down on the cold sand looking up at the sky, anyone looking on might think that the poor boy lying on the beach might be dead as his eyes gave no indication of life. They had lost any spark of emotion after the events of the giant war.

These said events were played on repeat inside his mind. Cursing him to forever reply the horrors of his last battle. As he lay there, Percy remembered for what felt like the millionth time the memories of what were to become his newest nightmares.

Percy remembered sitting on the forest floor cradling the love of his life's un-moving body in his arms. He remembered her body being an array of scratches and scars from their time in Tarturus

Percy Jackson remembered her fatal wound being a stab wound in her neck, inflicted by a very angry manticore.

Percy Jackson remembered watching the love of his life die. He had held her in his arms as she took her last breaths and last words. The knife wound in her neck oozing out blood faster than Percy could apply pressure to. If only Percy could have moved faster he could have taken the blow. Maybe if he was paying more attention he could have deflected it.

Percy knew from the moment he heard a scream it would be burned into his mind forever, cursed to be on constant repeat.

Once Percy heard the scream, he recognized it immediately. Percy's emotions let loose as panic and fear, and as always, his powers reflected his emotions. The four hellhounds he was currently fighting were the targets of a water stream so sharp that it killed all four of them.

As he ran he vaguely remembered yelling out for a medic or some ambrosia and nectar. He sliced through monsters left and right as time slowed down. All he could hear was the heavy sounds of him breathing as he ran. Percy remembered everything blurring and his vision tunneling so his only point of focus was Annabeth.

Percy remembered catching her just as she started to fall back. He had looked into her pale skin as he started to feel tears pool up in his eyes. The wound on her neck was gushing blood as he put his hand on it, applying pressure in an attempt to block the blood flow. A bloody hand print stained Percy's cheek from Annabeth touching his cheek as he lay her down so he could embrace her properly.

"Thank you Percy. Thank you for giving me a family." Tears were streaming down Percy's face, he had blocked out everything that was happening and had focused is attention purely on Annabeth. "So much has happened and I'm glad that I got to experience it with you, the love of my life."

She had cupped his cheek, and Percy lent forward to kiss her.

"You.. you can't leave me Annabeth. I can't live without you" Percy pressed his head against Annabeth's so that their foreheads were touching.

"I would never leave you Percy, I'll be with you no matter what" she had whispered back to him hoarsely, before lurching to the side and coughing out a splatter of blood. "You drool in your sleep you know. Always have."

Percy remembered letting out a sliver of a smile at the memory. But it had quickly diminished as she started to cough more blood.

"Hey, hey... It's going to be alright. You're... We're going to be alright" He hadn't realized he had been shaking until Annabeth took his hand from her neck wound and held onto it tight, preventing him from shaking.

"It's okay seaweed brain, it really is. It doesn't hurt" She had smiled weakly at him, her next words were her last before her beautiful grey eyes glazed over, and her grip of Percy's hand fell away.

"Thank you for making my life worth living"

"No, no, no, Annabeth. C'mon, you.. you can't leave me." He remembered grasping her face in his hands, his eyes scrunched together in pain, refusing to believe that she had left.

"APOLLO! HADES! PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP! PLEASE, THERE MUST, there must be something you can do... please." He remembered his voice becoming barely a whisper, as he hugged himself closer to Annabeth. "Please, Annabeth, please I can't live without you"

"So this is the hero of Olympus, how pathetic" A voice had rang out across the battlefield. "So many tales of bravery and heroism, and after a single death he breaks. How weak."

Percy remembered the confusion he felt when he noticed that it seemed as if no one else could hear the voice.

"Oh Percy, you didn't really think that I would make an appearance so early in the battle did you? I only have one sacrifice, I guess I owe your dear Annabeth a thank you. Her blood as given me enough power to speak to you." Her voice rang out. He looked up, unbelieving that she hadn't made an appearance. the voice sounded like she was standing right behind him, whispering in his ears. As he looked up he noticed at how hopeless the battle really looked. They were loosing demigods at a pace that was too fast for Percy to comprehend. The Gods hadn't even shown up to the battle, and the seven had surrounded Percy and Annabeth protecting them from the hordes of monsters that were flowing in from all directions.

"No, no my little friend. I want to have a bit more fun with you before I kill everybody else." Percy remembered being relieved that she hadn't appeared yet. It gave the demigods more time to re-gather.

He remembered taking one more glance at Annabeth's beautiful face before standing up and preparing to give instructions to the remainders of their army. He remembered walking to Jason and taping him on the shoulders just after he stabbed a telekhine in the stomach. Jason had turned to him prepared to listen to whatever Percy had to say but before he could even formulate any words, he remembered a sharp pain run through his feet and up his whole body. It was such an intense pain, Percy fell back onto the ground and arch his back. He screamed in pain as he heard Gaea speak to him once more.

"Percy dear, what are you thinking. I can't let you order your army around, that's what I want to do" Every time Gaea spoke a word a new pain coursed through his body, his body was thrashing around on the ground. Through his screams of pain, he tried to warn Jason.

"Jason, leave. Get off the ground" He tried to grunt out as forcefully as he could, but Jason didn't listen. Jason quickly got down on to all fours to see what was happening to his friend.

But Percy remembered the ground shooting towards his friend, and before a noise could leave Percy's throat his friend had been impaled. A ten inch hole appeared in Jason's chest. He had died in an instant.

Percy remembered not being able to take his eyes of the hole in his friends chest until Gaea spoke once again.

"Ooh, that was fun." She laughed a laugh so fuel of pure enjoyment that Percy remembered getting goose bumps. "I think I'll choose you" she dragged out her sentence in suspense.

The ground rumbled and a hole appeared 3 feet away from him, right were Hazel and Frank had been standing. Percy had crawled to the hole as fast as he could to see Frank grasping onto the ledge holding Hazel much like how Percy held Annabeth before their descent to Tarturus.

Percy remembered the hole closing in front of him swallowing the pair just as Percy shot his hand forwards to pull them up.

"Look at that! Two for the Price of one! Today must be my lucky day!" She had laughed her maniacal laugh as Percy had stood up once again.

He had looked up to the sky and screamed for her to show herself. She replied quickly but not in the form of words. Percy remembered the ground shaking so much that both demigods and monsters a like stumbled and fought to keep their balance. Another hole appeared from the ground and form there, Gaea had rose from it in all her glory.

Percy remembered her face as clear as day. She was a gorgeous women in her early 30's. She had brown hair that looked as if it was made from the richest soils. She had a perfect figure and the ground around her looked as if it was trying to wrap itself around her in desperation to be with her. She wore a green dress,that looked as though it was made of leaves, and the dress was trimmed with what looked like moss. But the most stunning part about her was her eyes. They were ridiculously green that if you stared into them long enough you would think that you were in a jungle. Her eyes would have been beautiful if it was not for the evil glint in them that was perfectly matched by a malicious grin.

She would have been stunning, but looked as if she had gone crazy.

Her skin was covered in green veins, bulging out from her skin and creeping their way around her body and face. Her once perfect dress had started to crumble and tear in places and her hair was knotted so intensely that her hair resembled more of a birds nest. But what Percy remembered most vividly was her eyes.

They were completely psychotic. Wide open and looking directly into your soul.

"Percy, Percy. Why so impatient? I was just starting to have some fun" She had giggled and her head tilted to where Leo was standing a smile slowly creeping around her face. Leo had been too busy with a gorgon trying to offer him Cheese'n'weiners to notice what was happening around him.

Percy remembered watching his friend drowning in mud.

Percy remembered seeing Piper turning around to find her friends missing and her boyfriend lying on the ground with a hole in his chest.

Gaea had laughed at Piper's despair before she grabbed her around the neck and forced Piper to look at her.

"Piper! I'm so sorry to hear about your little boyfriend." Gaea had grinned at Piper as she, in turn, spat in her face.

"You're a bitch, Gaea" Gaea had looked Piper in complete disbelief at what she had said.

Gaea had tightened her grip around Piper's neck, "You're going to regret saying that little girl"

Percy remembered watching her neck snap before his eyes.

"Look at that Percy, I haven't even been awake for 10 minutes and I've already killed most of the legendary 7." Percy's blood had started to boil as she stretched out her arms, "Aah, it feels good to feel the earth between my toes. I supposes you think I'm going to kill you now don't you? Hmm?" she looked at him her eyes had bored into his expectant of him to answer, but when he didn't she continued, "I'm not going to kill you Percy, you're too pathetic and weak. It would be much more fun to kill some more of your friends first. You seem to be quite popular, I have my work cut out for me. I think I might start with those two satyrs you love so much. Or maybe that Thalia girl, or that son of Hades you're so protective of." She stopped for a second to think, before the smile on her face resembled that of a Cheshire cat.

"What about your parents? Those two mortals, living there pathetic lives. I can see where you get your attributes from. Your stupid, weak Parents. I'm going to kill them and you're going to watch." She had laughed as she started to walk towards Percy expecting him to be too distraught to even put up a fight.

She hadn't being paying attention though. As she spoke she didn't notice Percy's shock turn into anger. His previously tear stained eyes turn into hard, rigid orbs full of anger and a promise of death.

Percy remembered her walking towards him, her gait full of confidence that she had already won the war. But once she was 5 feet away he look up to her straight into her maliciously cruel eyes.

Percy remembered seeing the skies darken as storm clouds gathered. He remembered the sounds of thunder and lightening smashing in his ears. The winds beginning to rise as Percy lifted up his arms, the winds screaming out in terror and anticipation as they started to encircle him. Percy remembered the air chilling, the temperature dropping so quickly that the grass and tree leaves surrounding him frosted over. The waves near by fought each other, white wash crashing against the sand, eroding away anything standing in its way. The river that ran through the forest lifted from the ground and made its way to Percy, joining in to the hurricane that was surrounding him now. Percy remembered the ground starting to shake, cracks and fissures opening up against mother natures will. Rain falling down in a torrential waves, dropping needles that pierced into the ground and Gaea's revolting body.

Gaea stopped in her tracks, horrified at what Percy was able to do. He remembered taking a step forward, staring into her eyes as he felt ice begin to creep up her leg, the green veins that mapped her body turning blue as they froze over. Soon, Gaea was unable to move. Percy remembered watching her eyes flicker around in fear, and to his own disgust, he felt happy. Satisfied that she was afraid of him. Afraid of what he would do to her.

"Are you afraid of me now Gaea? Do you still think I'm weak and pathetic" He remembered questioning her, spitting in her face as he emphasized his point. "My fatal flaw is personal loyalty, you seem to underestimate the power of a fatal flaw. By killing those who I'm loyal to, you have made me stronger, more loyal to those who have survived. You will regret pushing me this far,I no longer fear becoming a monster if that means the safety of my friends. I do not fear doing what I promised I would never do."

Percy remembered raising his hand towards Gaea feeling for the liquid in her veins and using it to make Gaea move. Percy remembered the sounds of her screams as he brought her off the ground and slowly turned her earthy blood in into ice. Percy remembered another earthquake starting, but this time not one of his doing.

He remembered how she looked down at him and laughed as she thrashed around in pain.

"You truly have become a monster Percy Jackson" She had spat at him before Percy clenched his hands together and she shattered like a grotesque ice sculpture.

He remembered the earth opening from below him. He remembered falling, and reaching out for anything to hold on to. He remembered feeling as if he weighed nothing.

But then he remembered nothing.

He woke up on a beach, spread eagle and looking up into the sky. He turned his head to observe his surroundings and was surprised to see that the beach was completely deserted. Considering no one was in sight, Percy decided he would lay there and mellow on what had just happened, and more importantly, how he ended up where he was.

He wasn't like Nico, he couldn't travel with his powers, and unless miraculously he managed to learn how to shadow travel, he had no idea how he ended up on a beach.

Percy also noticed that he was completely free of any injuries, sure he was lucky enough to not have been sustaining any serious injuries before hand, but he definitely had plenty of scratches from the battle. Yet they had disappeared, which meant that he must have landed in the water and washed ashore.

Percy lay on the sand for what felt like hours constantly replaying the events of what had just occurred, before he was interrupted by yelling in the distance. His first instinct was to stay lying down, for it was probably just some travelers who thought they had found a dead body. But his gut told him to run. He chose to stay lying down, too depressed to move.

Unfortunately, he chose wrong.

As the voices grew closer, he realized that they sounded more hostile than a group of travelers should.

Once they were about 200 feet away Percy jumped up, and to their surprise started to run away from them. Opting to head into to dense forest for cover he ran away from the voices and hid behind a tree to see whether the people would continue on without further investigation.

Unfortunately they didn't.

As the voices came closer, Percy was able to pick up snippets of what they were saying.

"You think that's him do ya"

"Ye-sir, did you see his hair. He has unruly, black hair."

"But he had no glasses on, did he?"

"Oh, uuh no. He did not. He might be a muggle born or a blood-traitor?"

"He better be someone important. I want a big sum of money. No more petty rewards"

"But if we bring back the chosen one, we'll be rich now won't we?"

Percy had no idea what the two were talking about, but it didn't sound good. He pressed himself against the tree has he felt footsteps come close to were he stood. There was silence for a while and all Percy could hear was the sound of himself breathing. He closed his eyes for a second until he heard a twig snap a few feet away from him.

He didn't want to be caught by them. No matter what they were, so he ran.

Bolting away from the trees and dodging roots and stray branches, he ran through the woods. The men following him immediately sprung to action, screaming as they chased him.

They ran for a while, and Percy was starting to think he might be able to get away from them as they seemed no serious threat, on a few small gunshots behind him threw him off balance. That was until there was an explosion less than five feet away from him. He was certain that traps hadn't been placed before hand, and it was quite unlikely that the men chasing him had grenades on them. Perhaps the gunshots he heard before weren't what he thought they were

Percy knew that he would have to risk looking behind him to see what he was actually up against and to possibly see how they made that explosion happen.

So, as he jumped over a fallen tree he glanced back, and saw about 8 men wearing an odd assortment of dark clothing. They all looked worse for wear and looked as if they had been wearing those clothes form weeks. The only thing that they had in similar was a black band on their left arm, which must signify their loyalty to some group.

The strangest thing by far was that they all held sticks in their hands, and every now and then one of them would flick it towards Percy and something would occur. That must have been how they made the explosion and the weird sounds from before hand.

As little sense as it made, Percy continued to run deeper into the woods, until he hit a small stream. It was only a small amount of water, but it would hopefully be enough to ward them off. He wasted no time in jumping into the stream and turning to face the men.

They also took the advantage and started to fire at him more rapidly as he was no longer a moving target. A particularly large column of fire came towards him and he swung his hand in front of him, and the water followed his movement, protecting him from the fire.

The men in front of him were stunned for a second before continuing there onslaught of attacks via sticks. Percy was having a lot of trouble taking them seriously. If there wasn't any bright bursts of color, it would just look like they were jabbing sticks into the air.

Percy was starting to worry. He had been constantly ducking and dodging these attacks for a while and he had no means of escape, the men were gaining on him fast and he was running out of energy. He was considering calling for black jack or Mrs O'Leary, but he never got to make a decision as one of the men got luck and a red beam of light hit his chest and he flew backwards into a tree.

He hit the tree with a sickening crack and slide down it, his eyesight already becoming blurry. The only thought going through his mind being; what the hell was that?

He lay on the forest floor, not strong enough to get up and about to slip into unconsciousness. The men ran up to him and one particularly ugly one knelt down to him to inspect Percy.

"Who have we got here? You are feisty one aren't ya?"

Percy only glared at him, unable to produce any words.

Another man came up and spoke to who Percy assumed was the leader.

"He isn't the chosen one"

The leader looked back towards the other man.

"Really? You sure about that? You twat." he said before jabbing his wand at the man causing him to fall over. He then turned back to Percy, and smiled wickedly showing off his yellow teeth.

"You might not be Harry Potter, but you are definitely powerful" He said pushing Percy's hair back away from his eyes. "Take him to Malfoy Manor"

The man slapped Percy's cheek before pointing to one man, indicating for him to pick up Percy.

He felt hands harshly Pull him up before the world went black.

AN-

Hi everybody!

This is the first chapter to my new book! As you probably already know by now, it is a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson Crossover!

It is set in The Deathly Hallows and will include all the necessary Harry Potter Characters and a few Percy Jackson Characters. I am trying my very hardest to make it as original and non-cliche as possible, but if anyone has ideas, suggestions or critiques fell free to tell me.

Also, please go read my other story, It is a Percy Jackson and Avengers crossover, and I promise it is very different to anything you have read!

Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the first chapter.

*Gives you virtual hugs*

Bye my little pancakes, xx

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