Somewhere Off The East Coast On The Princess Andromeda

The pain was excruciating. It was like somebody had poured Hydrocloric acid on his arm and had started trying to rub it out with sandpaper. Percy was on the verge of fainting, staring in shock at the golden sarcophagus.

The top corner was off and reaching out was a hand that had looked like it had been stuck in a blender and stapled back to gether again. A malevolent voice thundered from the tomb.

"This is the best Olympus has to offer?"Percy eyes grew in size and he frantically tried to pull away. HELL NO! This is not how I'm going out!

"You know what, boy? I pity you. You truly are lost. A pawn in the gods game. You know what? I may be the titan of evil, but I feel sympathy for you boy,"

Luke's grimace morphed into a look of relief. Maybe he will spare him and maybe the seaweed brain would see reason. That thought caused a small smile to grace to demigod's face.

Percy however didn't show any signs of being cooperative. He was trying and failing to get to riptide but he couldn't reach his weapon. It was just out of reach of his hand and the return timer for it either hadnt gone off yet or it was still somewhat close enough to him that it wouldnt activate. You have got to be kidding me. Im gonna die because of a technicality.

"Pehaps it would be best if you were just out of the way indefinitely,"Kronos said. You could just see the evil grin splitting his face as he uttered these words.

Percy said the first thing that came to mind. "Fuck me."

And Percy Jackson was no more. A flash of golden light and he was gone. He was no longer on the Andromeda. He was no longer in the US. He had vanished.

A shell-shocked Luke knelt before the sarcophagus. "Master what have you done with Percy?"

The mutilated hand slid back into the coffin. "We wont have to worry about him anytime soon. However that sapped much of my power, my soldier. Such a waste of potential. I hope he likes the 90s."

London, England 1992

Dedalus Diggle was having a miserable day. Arthur had convinced him to give muggle taxis a try instead of apparation. It did not go as planned. After he hailed the cab his troll of a driver proceded to ask for pay in advance and when he would wouldn't accept his galleons he promptly sped off showering the ignorant wizard in a wave of street water.

Then whatever deity there was decided to torture him a little more. A distracted businessman bumped into Diggle spilling scorching hot coffee on the magical and the non magical. The latter of the two decided to show the extense of his vocabulary.

Dedalus was having a bugger of a day.

So when a dark headed teenage boy appeared out of nowhere and tumbled into him. He had enough of London. The two were in a tangled mass on the wet ground strughling to get up. "BLOODY HELL! Im done with this city! Ge'off me child! I should banish you to the farthest reaches of London. And with a swish of his cloak and sharp turn on his heels he stormed off, leaving a very confused Percy.

Percy shook himself out of his daze and it hit him. He frantically started grabbing his body and patting himself down to make sure everything was there and in working order. Finally after several body checks he was satisfied.

"Where the Hades am I?"

He was surrounded by brick buildings on all sides with a light drizzle coming from the sky. He started looking among the buildings, looking for a familiar structure until he was finally all the way around. That was when he saw the massive map marker. "You have got to be fucking with me."

There in all its erect glory stood none other than Big Ben. The massive clock tower was a world renowned tourist attraction. "So this is what he did he teleported me halfway across the globe. Great. Just fantastic! I swear when I find that super-glued son of bitch Im gonna rip his arms off and shove them so far up his..." Percy's ranting was drawing quite a lot of attention from the crowd, but honestly the raging demigod couldn't care less. He was on a warpath.

So naturally whenn he stormed over to the newspaper vendor it was perfectly reasonalbe that they were trembling in fear.

"Could you please give me directions to the nearest airport?" the exasperated demigod said. "Yeah its about 3 miles that way cant miss it." Percy followed his gaze and outstretched arm and saw that he was pointing a little ways to side of Big Ben. "Tha...Is that a typo?" Percy was looking at the date on the newspaper.

June 7th, 1992

"No its not. Are you feeling okay, son?" Percy stumbled back. "Yeah, yeah Im fine." He shook his head and bolted looking for another calender. "No, no, no it has to be wrong." He finally came upon a cafe on the London street corner.

He walked into the cafe and glanced at the TV on the wall in the back of the room. The news was playing. "And on this beautiful day in our great city of London we're here to bring you today's news. Its June 7th, 1992 and I'm Chip Skylark and this..." But Percy didnt care anymore he started tuning it out.

"But its impossible. He couldnt have...Oh no. Stupid Titan of Time. How is this even possible?" Reeling from the truth he fell into a booth and immediately started babbling on.

"But this should disrupt the space time conti-something. Shouldnt it? I mean I'm alive but I haven't been born yet but how even? What happened to Tyson and Annabeth though? Are they alive did they make it off the ship okay?"

Maybe Dad can help! Im sure I could convince him I'm his son. I mean look at me.

"That would be most unwise Perseus Jackson." Percy was shocked out of his stupor by three elderly women wearing horrifying maroon hand knit sweaters. "The Fates, right?" Percy inquires. "Your keen sense of observation serves ypu once again. May we sit?"

"Sure but I'm not paying for your coffee."

The three squeezed into a booth just as the barista came over. "Are you four alright? Do you want something?"

"We would like 3 cups of coffee, black. And the boy would like..?" Percy glanced at her curiously before answering Her name tag read Annabeth. Ironic. "The strongest thing you got, please." She nodded before walking away.

"So would you mind telling me how I'm even existing right now? Because last time I checked I haven't even been born yet!" The Fates let out a deep sigh that seemed to drag on for ages. "Well, honestly we have no idea." The one on the far right spoke. "But we know one thing you mustn't go back to America."

Restraing himself from reaching for Riptide and gutting the tree old hags he grunted, "And why is that?"

"You cant disrupt the past! If you change something now it could have massive consequences later on." The middle one spoke. "So like a butterfly effect?" "Exactly," they said in unison.

"Okay would you mind at least telling me whose who? Sorry but I can't tell you three from each other."

"Im Clotho, the thread spinner." The middle spoke.

"Im Lachesis, thread dispenser." Righty said.

"And I'm Atropos, mass murderer of trillions." The entire group turned to look at her. "What? Its the truth."

"Drama queen," Clotho muttered. "Well you try cutting trillions of strings and tell me if it doesnt change you!" "It hasnt changed you!"

"LADIES! Can we please figure out what Im going to do!" You know I'm out of time! Literally. My family probably has no idea what happened. Or my friends. Wait! Did Tyson and Annabeth make it off the boat?!" He pleaded.

The Fates looked at each other before nodding. They lock hands and all at once there eyes burn with a white light. The white light diminished and they released hands. "They made it off the ship after you bought them time. They used the Thermos of Wind Hermes gave you to escape. They're fine."

Percy slipped back into his seat he had unknowingly been on the edge of it.

"Okay well is there some way you can let them know what happened?" he begged. "Yes we can simply fate and tell them in real time. You know we are in the past."

"Oh yeah. Well what am I supposed to do for 15 years then?!" Percy was shouting and waving his arms like a madman when at this time he nearly knocked the barista came back over with there drinks.

"Are you sure you need this coffee lad? You seem to be having trouble." she said slowly laying the coffee down. "Yes, yes just hand it to me."

"Okaaaayyy. Three black coffees for the lovely ladies and A Triple Mocha shot with Expresso and whip cream. Enjoy." She left a check and left the odd group. Percy took a small sip savoring the liquid caffeine that was a blistful heaven to him. Then proceeded to chug the rest of it. The Fates pushed aside their coffee suddenly at a loss of appetite.

"Well what do you know about magic?" Lachesis said with a knowing glint in her eyes. "Magic? You mean like magic wands and rabbits being pulled from hats?"

They groaned. "Ugh...no try wizards and wands and accomplishing amazing things. Things you would never dream possible. And what if I told you this all existed."

"I would ask if I had died and this is some fucked up Elysium."

"Well they all exist and your going to join their world until its time for you to return to the world of the demigods." Atropos stated simply.

Percy couldnt believe what he heard. They have to be joking. "Wait like broomsticks, wands, and like magic. Actual magic. Thats insane! Im not a wizard anyway. How could I do magic?" The coffee was starting to kick in, and his ADHD was not helping. The constant fidgeting, the finger tapping, the constant eye motion. He looked like a squirrel hyped on Red Bull and who also happened to have PTSD.

The Fates knew they were losing him. "Percy there is a school, for magical children. It's called Hogwarts. Dont ask about the name. Wizards are funny like that and to answer your question, its simple really you have magic. Its in your blood. Its apart of you."

Percy looked about as excited as someone thrown out of time could be. Which isnt very much.

"Ok so what does that mean for me and this Hogwarts? What type of name is that anyway? It sounds more like a disease than a prestigious school." The pouting demigod had a dismal look about him looking out the the grubby window into the soaking wet bystanders.

"It means that you will be going there and you will be learning magic. There however is a downside." Clotho said the last part barely escaping her mouth. "Why am I not suprised. And this is?"

"You're a year behind. You will need a tutor to help you catch up and meet the standards they achieved. But lucky for you we have one of the greatest teachers of all time." They all had a knowing almost narcissistic air about them.

After beating his head on the table for a period of time he gritted his teeth and asked.

"Who."

"We would rather you meet him." And with that and small pop they were gone leaving nothing but a visa card and a note. Percy reached for the note and examined it. 1465. Number 2 Privet Drive. Surrey, Little Whinging.

Well at least they footed the bill.

He gave one last moan, pulled himself up and shuffled to the counter; bill and card in hand. He handed the ticket to the lady who smiled politely. "That'll be 18£."

"18?! That's highway robbery!"

She sighed. "Listen I know and trust me it sucks but coffee is expensive. Please just pay for it."

With a lot of mumbling about taxpayers and the coffee's lack of quality he payed with the card and headed out into the rain and towards his new life.

AN: Im sorry this chapter was so short! I just thought this would be a great place to stop and see how people would like the idea I got brewing. I would like to thank imjusttryingtofindmyway for the inspiration to write a crossover, great author! And please comment this is my first fanfiction and any help I can get would be greatly appreciated. Ill try to keep chapters about 2000 words long but if I have a writers block chapter it may be longer. Ill try to update weekly! Much love and keep reading.

-Thomas