DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson

"I knew we would lose." Thought Percy, Camp Half-Blood had never won against the Hunters in their traditional Capture the Flag game, "but I never thought that Annabeth and I would get lost in the woods looking for the flag". We had been wandering around for hours and narrowly escaped three monsters already. After another half an hour of walking in circles and trying to find out way back to camp, we began to play the blame-game

"This is all your fault Seaweed Brain, you may have perfect bearings at sea but here, you're just leading us in circles!"

"You're the one who suggested we look in the Forest!" I retorted.

"Fine! So it's my fault," she said irritably, "my fault for not knowing that when you said you saw the red flag, it was a fox!"

Bickering as we continued to search for the camp, the trees began to thicken. I glanced upwards to see that the sky was growing dark. The game was definitely over by now. I wondered if any other campers had begun to look for us. After another hour of trying to navigate our way through the woods, we stopped at a clearing. Visibly exhausted from trekking through the woods, Annabeth slumped down onto a log to catch her breath.

"We should stay in one place." she said "They'll have a better chance of finding us that way. We don't want to be here after dark." This was true; the forest was filled with all kinds of monsters, most of which were always hungry for half-bloods. Wanting to rest my own aching legs, I sat down beside Annabeth and took her hand in mine. "We'll find a way out of this" I said, half reassuring myself. I kissed her softly on the cheek and she smiled and returned the favor. But naturally, warm fuzzy moments like these can never last long in you're a half blood.

Behind us, a loud crack emanated through the woods. We both jumped up and looked around for some kind of monster. There was nothing there, but I could feel a new presence in the woods. I uncapped Riptide and slowly began to walk towards the place the sound originated. Holding her dagger aloft, Annabeth followed. Before long, we could hear voices speaking in British accents. Peeking out from the rock me and Annabeth were hiding behind, I saw a trio of teenagers, about two years older than me and Annabeth, maybe seventeen?

"Where are we, Hermione?" asked the red-haired one. He was tall and gangly with lots of freckles.

"I-I don't know, I just thought of a random forest and apperated here" said the girl with bushy brown hair, the red-head had called her Hermione.

"But we have to get back to the wedding!" said the third boy. He looked a bit like me, with green eyes and untidy black hair. "The death-eaters are probably slaughtering people back there!"

I turned to Annabeth. She looked just as confused as I was. What was a death eater? And how had these people gotten past the protective border? They weren't half-bloods; I knew all the half-bloods at the camp. So who were they?

"We're not going back, Harry" the brown haired girl, Hermione, was saying. "It's you the death eaters are after, when they realize you're not there, they'll just leave!"

"Or start torturing the guests for information! We have to get back!" said the black haired kid, Harry. Suddenly, a bright silver light materialized above the treetops, Hermione yelped in surprise as it landed between the three of them and took the form of a weasel. Opening its mouth, it spoke in a man's voice,

"Family safe, do not reply, we are being watched"

Then, as quickly as it came, it disappeared into thin air. Ron let out a cry of relief and Hermione whispered "A patronus, oh, thank goodness". Even the last boy, Harry looked a bit comforted.

I looked at Annabeth in shock, amazement; her face was white as chalk. "W-what was that?" I whispered. Or, I thought I whispered. The three teenagers suddenly froze and looked around nervously. "There's someone here." whispered Harry, taking a thin, long stick of wood out of his pocket. The other two followed the suit. The sticks didn't look like much of a weapon, but from what I had just witnessed, I doubted they were what they seemed.

"Percy!" whispered Annabeth, giving me her I'll-kill-you-later look.

I held my fingers to my lips in response, maybe they would think they imagined the sound, or pass it off for a wild animal. No such luck.

They stealthily crept up to the boulder, so quietly I didn't realize they were there until they had looked around the boulder and found themselves two inches from our faces.