Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HP. I also do not own any of the characters in the story other than my OC's. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.
A/N: Any sort of helpful criticism would be very much appreciated.
Chapter 1
The air was quiet as the 4 teens walked down the street. Suddenly, a fat male and a skinny man went pelting off through the gloom. The air became noticeably colder, and a sense of despair swept across the street. The teens shivered, but they continued to walk. Suddenly, they saw the two males again. The fat one was one the ground, trying to evade a hooded figure, but his attempts were futile. The skinny one was on his feet, his expression grim. He looked like he had been through this kind of thing before, and pulled out was seemed to be a stick. "Clarisse, Grover, take left!" one of the teens shouted. "Annabeth and I got the right." The teens sprinted off into their places. Clarisse took out her electric spear, while the teens on the right got out a sword and a dagger. All the teens jabbed and slashed at the hooded figures, but it was all in vain. Their weapons seemed to pass right through them like they weren't even there. "My spear does nothing against these!" Clarisse shouted, evidently frustrated. As they watched, the skinny boy yelled something like "Expecto Patronum!" and pointed his wand at the hooded figures. The teens watched in awe as a bright light, that took form as a stag, began to run at the hooded figures. The light seemed to be too much for the hooded figures, and they fled. The 4 teens went over to the skinny kid and bombarded him with questions, and the teen tried to answer them. "Okay, my name is Harry Potter" There was no response from the teenagers. Harry cursed himself. Not only did he do magic outside of school, he did it in the presence of 5 muggles. "What were those hooded figures" asked Annabeth. Harry looked and felt confused. They didn't know who he was, and he was the most famous wizard of all time, so they must be muggles, yet they could still see the figures. "Those were dementors. They are very evil, sucking happiness and warmth wherever they go. I'm surprised you guys could stand it for so long without a Patronus to help ward the effects away. Also, why are you carrying bronze weapons? Aren't they dangerous?" Harry asked. The 4 teens looked at each other, then at the girl with blond hair and gray eyes. She reminded Harry of Malfoy, always plotting. But those gray eyes were gentler, more conceiving, as if she had a lot of knowledge to share. "We'll meet you in the park tomorrow. Hopefully we can explain some of the stuff that you saw today." The 4 teens walked away, muttering in a different language all the while.
