AN! Hello! This is my first attempt at Percy/Harry crossover so I hope you find it to your liking! Comment to tell me how I did!
Hermione was never this glad to see a pine tree in her life. Of course, there were numerous reasons why seeing a pine tree was so fantastic, but this specific pine tree was special.
She had spent the last few hours flying on a plane( she didn't understand why she couldn't just Apparate across seas) sitting next to this overweight Muggle man who didn't understand the concept of personal space, meeting the people of the American Ministry of Magic for vows of secrecy and whatnot, and hiking up a trail in the middle of nowhere, trying to find the entrance of a camp which she never had seen. The map Harry had given her wasn't really legible, the ink had run after being stuffed in her bag for so long, and despite being her friend, Harry could not draw. At all.
Well no matter, she was here. At least, she thought she was here. The Ministry told her that she wouldn't be able to actually see the sign to Camp Half Blood, not unless she was a demigod herself (which would have been very helpful to know during the Second Wizardry War) and that the only way she would gain entrance was to meet the man known as Chiron.
Now, Hermione had done her research before coming to America. After being assigned to the job at the Ministry of Magic, she had greedily looked up everything there is to know about Greek mythology. Of course she had heard of rumors about a camp filled with demigods, but never had she actually believed it. Anyway, the people back at the American Ministry of Magic have underestimated her, hoping to frighten her. They had deliberately not mentioned anything about the man Chiron even that he was not a man but a centaur.
Hermione snorted. Americans. They believed that she would be frightened of a centaur.
They, unfortunately, did not received the report about poor Professor Dolores Umbridge.
Hermione took a small step forward, trying to feel the border line. The American Ministry had informed her that there was a shield charm on it of sorts. It wasn't as strong as Protego and it was very specific and picky of who it allowed in.
Hermione stifled a smile. Half-bloods. It seems that prejudice is universal, even in the Greek world.
The young witch took out her wand and muttered under her breath. After a few seconds, she felt the shield melt and flicker, and she carefully stepped over the line.
And was immediately surrounded by a dozen of armed children.
"Intruder! Who are you and what do you want?"
Hermione let out a sigh. Teenagers. Always brash and unthinking.
"Sorry I took down the shield. I'll put it up again in a few minutes. But first, can you lower your weapons? I'm afraid that I can't concentrate with toys of death pointing at me."
The children glanced at each other confused, which of course was expected. Hermione let out another sigh before quickly replicating the ruins on the protection shield.
"Done. Now, if you please, can you message Chiron, the centaur? "
"Who are you?" the boy, obviously the leader, said.
"My name is Granger. I am from the Ministry of Magic. Now if you please, I am on a strict schedule and I really don't have time to be—"
"Ah! Miss Granger! You came earlier than I expected."
Hermione coolly walked up to the four legged man and firmly shook his hand, "Chiron, I presume."
"Yes," he said before turning to the children, "Lower your weapons. She is our guest."
"But Chiron!" one of the girls, a grey eyed individual, said, "Outsiders are not supposed to.."
"Are all the campers this…rebellious?" Hermione asked, looking amused.
"You have no idea."
Hermione snorted. Oh, she had an idea. Like she said earlier, she had read everything about this world before venturing into it. She had heard about the so called Great Prophecy, and frankly she just rolled her eyes. Prophecy, check. Save the world, check. Overprotective boy with black hair that is a magnet for trouble? Check, check and check.
Chiron led her more deeper into the camp. He was heading to the Big House, as he said, to meet the other camp councilor. Although he had assured her that her visit was strictly secretive, Hermione was followed by a group of curious campers.
Hermione glanced at the faces, "All of these children are demigods?"
Chiron nodded, "Yes. It's almost lunch time, which is why they're not in class. We don't get visitors often, you see."
Hermione nodded, absorbing the information for further use, "And they each know who their parents are?"
"Some do, some don't" Chiron explained. "Each child receives a message of sorts, a sign if you will, when the gods...well...want to."
Hermione gaped, "Isn't that a little barbaric?"
The sky rumbled in response, causing Chiron and the silent children following them to stare nervously at the clouds.
Hermione frowned, but ignored the weird response. She shook her head and mentally noted to ask one of the lesser colleagues to take her place next time.
"Why don't we talk after lunch? You must be hungry right?"
Hermione opened her mouth to turn down the offer but a sudden explosion cut her off. Quicker than one could blink, she had her wand in her hand and trained in front of her for a defensive play.
But apparently, there was no need, for Chiron bellowed loudly, "Stoll!"
To Hermione's amusement, two sheepish looking teenagers appeared seemingly out of thin air. They looked like brothers, and Hermione was painfully reminded of the two twins she grew to love.
"Sorry Chiron," the taller one said.
"Just got-"
"Carried away, I suppose-"
"Truly, it wasn't bad-"
"Not really-"
"We just-"
"It was quite funny-"
"Incredible-"
"Amazing-"
"Absolutely bonk-"
"Boys," Chiron interrupted, crossing his arms in an attempt to look serious.
There was no need for explanation, though, since a long shout later, a huge tidal wave of water ascended upon the four (minus two) innocents.
"Protego!" Hermione whispered, shielding her body from getting wet. The other three were not so lucky.
"PERCY JACKSON!"
A black haired, blue skin colored boy skidded into the area before pausing in front of Chiron. He obviously didn't notice that Chiron and Hermione were there, and meant to attack the Stoll brothers.
"I'm sorry Chiron," he sputtered, waving his hands in the air. "It's just that Travis and Connor made my skin turn blue and-"
"You always said you liked the color!" Travis (or was it Connor) said, earning them another splash of water.
"This is Percy," Chiron directed to Hermione looking slightly stressed. "He is the reason you are here."
Hermione glanced at the teenager in amusement. There had to be some kind of god who only made heroes of prophecies look exactly the same. Sure, they physically didn't look alike, but Hermione could see that both Harry and Percy had an aura to them that just screamed "a-boy-who-will-probably-save-the-world".
"Er, Hi?"
"Pleasure," she said, her tongue rolling on the r. "Thank you for your greeting. It was very...refreshing."
Hermione watched amusingly as the boy turned a bright red.
"Oh, er, um... thanks?"
Hermione smiled, feeling as if she had known this boy for years, "Good to know. Now why don't we go to lunch, as you said. I'm starved."
Chiron nodded, causing the water clinging on his hair to cascade down to the ground, "Of course. We should. Follow me."
But before he could say anything else, another boy entered the area. Percy and the others smiled happily and began tackling the boy into a big man hug. Hermione watched from afar, mentally taking notes. They were so innocent, despite going through a big war...
As soon as the barrier lifted, Hermione got to see the new boy. He was younger than the three, much younger, with eyes that seemed almost as if he could read her soul. She shuddered, remembering that when she last saw eyes like that, they were in the head of one Professor Severus Snape. Sometimes, she wondered if she could have done anything. Sometimes she has a feeling deep in her chest, as if she tried hard enough, she could pull a soul and... She shook her head, desperate to keep the war memories hidden within the crevices of her brain. This was years ago, it was time for her to forget.
"Miss Granger, this is Nico. He is the-"
Suddenly there was deep rumbling sound. The air turned incredibly cold. The demigods quickly drew out their weapons of choice, except for one pale boy. He just stared at Hermione as if in pain, his black eyes staring into her soul. She stared, confusingly, for there was something off about her body. As if there was soemthing changing her deep inside.
The Americans gasped in shock as a dark hologram appeared before her head. She looked up, just in time to see a sharp glimmering sword of Hades flicker and dissappear.