Profanity warning, possible gore.

Hi there.

If you've read my other fanfic, you're probably all like 'Woah dude, what's this? Are you just giving up on the other fic!?' I will tell you that, no, I am not giving up on it.

Actually, I made this to not only get the idea out of my head, but also to focus better on that other fanfic. See, I tend to be a better worker when I'm multitasking.

Who fucking knows why.

Anyway, this is a crossover of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, starring Leo the Supreme-o

Enjoy!

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Chapter One

Falling Stars

Falling.

That's what Leo was doing most of the time. Falling off the Argo II, falling off roofs, the climbing/lava wall back at camp . . . basically everything.

But then he either landed on some poor passerby, was saved by someone who had already been landed on and expected it to happen again, or healed as quickly as possible.

Not this time. Ohhhhh no, not this time at all. Now there was no one to catch or heal or be Leo's cushion. In fact, the last person that Leo had seen was the woman who threw him into the sky in the first place.

In fact, Leo had actually been having a pretty nice fucking day. He had finally found that stupid loose screw that was making hiz table wobbly, he'd fallen asleep working on the engine and realised that maybe a full night's rest was needed every once in a while, and was the first person at breakfast, which meant he got to pick dinner. Tacos of course! None of his friends ever picked Mexican food, which kind of pissed him off. But nonononono, Leo can't enjoy his culture's food. No no no, Leo can't enjoy even a day off, because knock knock, guess who!

Khione the freaking ice goddess had literally thrown out whatever feelings Leo had for her left over from before she tried to kill him and his friends. During the split second that they made eye contact, he truly saw the hate in her eyes, burning hot- no, freezing cold.

Hmm, I wonder why.

Then, swoosh, she flung him into the air and it was bye-bye Leo Valdez. He only hoped the others were OK. Maybe they hadn't fallen to the ice goddess.

Speaking of falling, enough of this stupid filler dialogue. Because Leo was about become a Leo Splat when he hit the water.

You know, because they were on a ship.

In the middle of a huge mass of water.

Why did the ocean have broccoli in it.

Did a someone have a Broccoli Tea Party or something?*

Leo squinted. Wait, that broccoli looks kinda like trees. Ice Lady couldn't have thrown me that far, right? He thought, panicking a little. Right!?

The broccoli/trees started getting bigger and so did Leo's eyes when he realised what was happening.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit-" Usually Leo held his tongue because who knew who was listening? He'd always had this tiny fear that some kid would suddenly start screaming cuss words and when someone asked where they'd learned them from - bam! The finger is pointed at Leo.

Anyway, Leo shoved a hand into his trusty toolbelt and begged for the Archimedes sphere to come out. Out came his hand and- yes! The sphere!

Leo pulled out string and spoons and other random items that would seem useless in this situation to anyone but him. A couple days ago, when he was supposed to be sleeping, Leo had spent most of his time messing with his sphere. He'd found out the simple things, like how it could make chocolate out of rocks and how it could make animal noises that sounded a little too realistic. But he's also learned that it could probably hover for a while - if it had propellors. Apparently Archimedes had decided that, since he was underground in his lab-base most of the time, he wouldn't need to fly, so he didn't really finish it. At least, that's what Leo thought.

So that's what he was doing. Leo was making a make-shift propellor out of whatever the hell his toolbelt gave him.

Eventually, he finished his propellors and immediately shoved them into a tiny, almost nonexistent slot on the Archimedes sphere. He pushed a button and pulled a few dials that popped out of the side, praying that it would work.

And it did. For a while, at least.

The propellor cut through the air at full speed as soon as he had started it, which made him slow down so fast the sphere nearly slipped out of his hands. Holding into the sphere for dear life, Leo dared to look down.

He was still falling, fast, but noticably slower. And he was much closer to the ground and realised he was approaching a forest with no civilization in sight.

Suddenly, the sphere let out a burst of smoke and made a sputtering sound as the propeller popped off, never to be seen again.

His last thoughts were on his friends and why they didn't ever eat Mexican food as he fell, clutching the sphere like if was his last lifeline- and it kinda was. Then he hit the ground, and darkness filled his vision.

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*Broccoli Tea Party, like the Boston Tea Party

Hi again.

I know that was short af, but I tend to make the first chapter quite short, if not the shortest.

No, Leo isn't dead. But he would be if he hadn't made that propellor. At first I was going to make him crash into Hagrid's house, but I couldn't do that if I want to keep "my plot" ((If you can even call it that)), so I had to go with this.

Fun Fact of the day: Avis, the bird flock summoning spell, was used by Hermione on Ron when he was pissing her off.