I know, I know! Just what I needed...another story to work on! To much going on in my head and I just have to get it all out somehow, so enjoy the historical oddness that is about to ensue in this crossover.

Let me know what you think, as I really am torn on this whole idea.

Disclaimer : I do not own Percy Jackson, Harry Potter or any of the content published from Rick Riordan & JK Rowling.

Prologue

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth together, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall.

The air around me was still but cold, stinging my cheeks and nose and tinting them red.

I looked up to see his eyes boring into me.

I struggled to figure out what went wrong. The situation at hand made no sense to my brain and all I could do was drop my head in shame. I didn't want him to see me like this but there was no way around that anyway. The entire town was required to watch punishments.

I felt a nudge at my side and I looked to my left to see her sad face staring at me. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and I knew she felt the same as I.

She held her hand out at her side and I quickly wrapped mine around hers. She smiled slightly and mouthed 'I'm sorry.'

I shook my head and the tears finally began to fall.

I wasn't prepared to die.

I wasn't going to let my best friend die either but there was nothing I could do.

The rope around my neck itched and I wanted to claw at it and rip it away but I knew that if I did, I would be shot on the spot. I knew I had no chance in hell at surviving this and because of that, we were both slated to die in mere moments.

I allowed my mind to wander, visions of my father carrying me around through the fields filled my mind.

I remembered how warm the sun was on my face and how strong his arms were around my tiny body. I was only four, but the memory was strong and sweet and forced the tears to spill out of my eyes even faster.

The memory morphed and I was sitting with my mother by hearth. She was teaching me how to properly make the rabbit stew for the tenth time.

Her laugh was gentle as I accidently splashed some of the stew out of the cauldron and into the fire. I looked up and smiled at her and she hugged me, gently moving a stray curl out of my face.

The memory changed once again and I was standing next to my father's grave. I wanted to cry. I remember trying to cry the day of his funeral but I couldn't. The tears would never come.

And then suddenly I was pulled back to reality by sounds in front of me.

The crowd.

The crowd was getting angry and I knew it was coming any moment.

I heard the crowd yell as the executioner placed his hands on the handle holding our fate.

I looked up at the sky and cried, "Lord, save us!"

"Confess and save yourself," Someone from the crowd was screaming at me.

"Never! I did nothing wrong! I will not confess to sins I did not commit," I cried to anyone who would listen within the crowd.

And then it happened.

A swift movement of the handle and the floor dropped out from under us, and then there was nothing.