This is my first crossover so I really hope it is good, if you think I should continue let me know with a reviewJ Also, this story is cannon up to what I think is the end of Harrys fifth year. So, sadly Sirius died. The translation for the spell is just Latin translated on Google translate

Disclaimer- Surprisingly I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson…..disappointing right?

England 1997, 12 Grimmwauld

Harry turned towards Ron with a quick "don't go there" Unfortunately for Ron the look was not in time.

Hermione's head whipped towards Ron in typical fashion, "Ronald Weasley this spell is perfectly safe if preformed perfectly!"

Ron looked affronted and quickly began in typical Weasley fashion, "Honestly Mione I was just trying to help!" and as an afterthought added, "No need to go mental on me."

"Here we go again…." muttered Harry.

"MENTAL Ron mental!" shrieked Hermione.

Thus began the first Granger-Weasley argument of the day. Harry inwardly smiled; it was good to see his best friends acting like themselves again. After several minutes of Granger-Weasley bickering Harry decided it might be time to step in and end the argument before it escalated to full out screaming.

"And further more Ronald I spent….continued Hermione before Harry cut her off.

"Ron, Hermione we can't argue we have an extremely critical spell to perform," Harry soothed.

Hermione and Ron cut the argument off, but not without some final heated glares. The spell they were performing was dangerous and full out risking if not preformed precisely the way it was written. The spell if preformed properly would pull warriors from any given time to come to England 1997 and help fight the war against Voldermort and his death eaters. It wasn't that the trio and the rest of the order felt they couldn't handle the situation at hand; it was that after Sirius died they realized they did not want anymore deaths. The rest of the order wanted to be there when the spell was preformed but after loud Weasley yelling and Hermione spouting off the most logical reasons why know else needed to be there, Harry stepped in and said in his most serious voice that this was final. The spell required many things from blood from all of the wizards summoning him, to hair of a werewolf, time turner sand (Hermione would not reveal how she got some, as she had given back her time turner), and many other ingredients as well. The spell had to be performed at midnight; they had started preparing almost an hour before hand. They were currently sitting cross-legged in a circle holding hands, much to Ron and Harry's displeasure.

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"All right the potion has been completed and the ritual has to be performed in 5 minutes exactly." informed Hermione.

"So, what happens if the ritual goes correctly?" asked Ron.

"Heroes from somewhere in time come and they'll help us….hopefully." answered Harry mumbling the last part.

"Oh."

"Well, its time." Hermione stated nervously.

In the center was the cauldron filled and bubbling, the room began to grow increasing darker and wind began to blow as Hermione, Ron ,and Harry began chanting the summoning spell.

"Ex temporis maximarum viri pauperis, et adducite tempus," they chanted over and over again till finally in the last chant, Hermione through the final pinch of sand from a time turner it the cauldron and nothing happened. The wind stopped and the lighting returned to normal but nothing spectacular happened.

"Did we do something wrong?" began Ron, but before he could finish Harry had jumped and the string of curses that Harry uttered in a minute would have made even the nastiest Death Eater blush.

After Harry finished his escapade, he sighed, straightened his glasses, and plopped back down, "Sorry, but Hermione did we do the spell correctly or is the spell a dud?"

"Harry, I just don't know," Hermione was almost in tears and frantically reading the ritual book, "I spent weeks preparing and learning every detail that goes into this spell."

Ron slowly and a bit awkwardly began rubbing Hermione's back, "Mione, I'm sure you did everything perfectly but sometimes rituals just plain don't work."

"Ron, that's it I'm never wrong, yes I know its vain but be honest when have I been so completely wrong."

Ron couldn't think of anything else to say, so he just turned and gave Hermione a hug. Hermione was so surprised that for a second she froze up, but she slowly melted into his embrace. After several minutes Ron made eye contact with Harry who was grinning like a mad man and wiggling his eyebrows. Quickly Ron detangled himself and gave Harry a deadly glare.

"Come on let's go downstairs and share the news." sighed Harry.

"Yeah let's get it over with," Ron agreed.

Hermione nodded as well her bushy hair bouncing.

The golden trio slowly headed down the stairs, moods considerably less enthusiastic. After the door was locked and they headed down the stairs, a bright light appeared and several bodies soundlessly fell to the ground.

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America, 2010

16 year Percy Jackson walked through his favorite place on earth, holding hands with his favorite girl, Annabeth Chase. He looked over at her, her skin was covered in mud, her gray eyes sparkled, and her long blond hair was in a messy braid with random twigs and leaves stuck in it. In Percy's opinion she looked beautiful. They were walking back from a famous camp-half blood capture the flag game. Percy turned when he heard his name loudly called by his best Satyr friend, Grover.

"Percy, Annabeth wait up!"

"What's up Grover?" asked Percy and Annabeth in sync.

"Yeah come here, Chiron wants you at the big house!"

"Why, did something happen?" questioned Annabeth.

"I heard a prophecy was made, Rachel said it was urgent." panted Grover who was currently yanking on Percy arm.

"All right, we're coming"

Quickly Percy, Annabeth, and Grover raced to the big house. When they arrived Chiron and Rachel were standing in front clearly impatient.

"Honestly hurry next time," shouted Rachel who looked extremely frazzled.

"Yes this is of utmost importance,"Chiron began.

"Yeah, yeah, this prophecy was very deep and confusing," Rachel interrupted.

Quickly Rachel filled them in about how, two half-bloods and a Satyr would go through time to help save a world to which they did not belong, to defeat a dark lord who had lived two mans lives. When she finished both Percy's and Annabeth's ADHD had kicked in and they were both fidgeting. They exchanged confused looks, and looked at Grover whose eyes had glazed over.

"What the..."began Percy when a tugging sensation started at his navel.

He looked a Grover and Annabeth who both looked at him. Annabeth looked startled" Do you guys feel it too?"

Before either could respond it all went black.

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I hope you like it. Sorry the ending was rushed, but chapter two will hopefully be better. Review plzJ