A/N: Hello. I own neither Harry Potter, nor Percy Jackson. This being said, on with the story!
Harry Potter sat in his room, sulking. This was no different from how it had been the rest of the summer, as Harry was thoroughly depressed and had nothing better to do. So, Harry continued to sulk. Harry continued to sulk for a few more minutes, before standing up with a sigh. There was some sounds from his joints, but these were, after all, normal. Not like the rest of Harry. Harry was a wizard, you see, and he could perform various supernatural tricks classified as magic. This was something none of the Dursleys advertised as they were afraid of magic, but also public opinion.
Now, back to the story. Harry stood up, checked the door (which was still locked) and flung himself back on the bed. He was thankful the room was dark. Harry had always been attracted to the dark, one could even say it was in his nature. And, it was wonderful when one wanted to sleep. These was the last thoughts that went through Harry's mind before he fell asleep.
That was when his luck stroke again. An ear shattering roar pierced the air, and something heavy could be heard impacting something that sounded suspiciously like the cold, hard ground. This heavy thing, from the beeping, glass shattering, and metal twisting sounds it made, could be thought of as a car. Or, rather, something that once was one (as it had undoubtedly been destroyed far beyond a mechanic's worst nightmare).
Harry blearily reached for his glasses, and once found, perched them on his nose. He could see Hedwig in her cage on the other side of the room, and she appeared to be panicked. That was first on Harry's priorities, let her out, and then look what had happened. By the sounds of it, a car had driven straight into something which from the roar, sounded like a troll. Quickly climbing out of the bed, Harry opened the window after taking away the blinds. As Hedwig flew out, he could do nothing but gape and stare.
What was outside looked like a huge, fat, wrinkly human. And by huge, Harry meant a little taller than the housetops of Privet Drive (and the rest of the neighbourhood, too). And by fat he meant so fat that it laid in layers. It was disgusting. Now that he thought about it, the wrinkles might have been fat. His train of thought was quickly stopped, by a single, huge eye focusing on him. The face of the thing could have been described as human, were it not for the single eye and the sheer, bloody hugeness of the thing.
It appeared to be sniffing the air, as if it's single eye didn't function well. There was a few hairs on its head, and the whole of the left arm was covered in tattoos. Who in their right mind would tattoo something like that?! The eye focused on him again, and it appeared to see him this time. Harry nervously reached for his backpack, the one he had thoughtfully packed for an abrupt escape (if needed). It contained his wand, Gringotts key, a small knife, some hermetics, his cloak, the photo album, a wad of muggle money, and some wizarding change.
This could surely be classified as an emergency, could it not? Anyway, the huge, monstrous thing (cyclops, a voice in Harry's head whispered), seemed ready to do something, like, say, smash his huge fist into the side of the house Harry sat in. Realising this, Harry decided to make a quick escape. He went to the window, climbed out, hesitated, and let go. He landed on the soft grass of Southern England, his knees folding themselves. Harry painfully got up, and started to run away. He had to get away, it was the only hope of survival. He spared a thought to the Dursleys, before squashing it. They deserved whatever they got, relatives or not. The best way to get away for someone with no knowledge on how to work a car, was to get a cab or take the train. As there seemed to be no cabs in the nearby area, he was currently rushing towards the train station, small backpack bouncing on his back. He could hear the galleons clinging, his laboured breathing, and the furious roars of the creature behind him.
'Please, oh please let there be a train at the station', thought Harry. It was only a few hundred meters to the station, he had been there before on school trips. Rounding a corner, he saw the building at the end of the street. Small, flat and a dull yellow seemed to wink at him. Thankfully, a train was just pulling up. He risked a glance backwards, and the giant thing seemed to have too much momentum, as it crashed through two houses. It turned, annoyed and confused, to try to find Harry again.
As the station was at the end of the street, Harry had very little time before the train left. Taking off in a new sprint, he began to hear the heavy thumps of the giant when he was halfway to the train. A 30 meters left, Harry reckoned he could reach it in time. As he was a few metres from the train, the doors began to close. One short burst more, a giant lunge, and he dived headfirst into the train, the doors narrowly missing the heels of his ratty sneakers. Thankfully, this was the train for London, going every half hour from Little Whinging. The train began to chug forward, as Harry began to gasp in gulps of air. He had a real bad stamina. Just as the train had left the station, the giant ran through the small station house, grounding the rails on the other side to paste where he landed on them. The two other passengers in the carriage, an old man and a woman in her thirties, didn't seem to notice the thing that had almost killed them.
As the train dutifully made its way towards London, our young hero began planning his next move. Where should he go when he came to London? Where there any more of these things? Maybe he should take a vacation. The thought just fell into his head, but it was a surprisingly good one. It was so out of place, but it was something he wanted. Yes, decided Harry, he would take a vacation. Preferably to a place without giant things trying to kill you. And if there was one dream Harry had always had (besides getting his parents back), it was to visit the US. He had heard tales of it from the neighbor kids, and a lot of the cartoons and commercials Harry had listened to in the cupboard was in America. Besides, one was allowed to own a gun in the US, something Harry hoped would help against the giant thing.
Getting to America was surprisingly easy. He had found a travel bureau in Diagon Alley, signed a few papers, and had gotten something called a portkey. It was a small american flag, like ones he imagined very important americans had on their desk. Apparently, he only needed to say "Cheese,crackers and apple juice", and he would be whisked away to Magical Manhattan. He bought a few travel guides to the US. One was a map of important cities and roads, one was a big guide book to New York (both magical and muggle), another a book about american slang, and finally, one about the magical USA. He exchanged some pounds for dollars while he had the chance too. After finishing his purchases, and being assured by the shopkeeper that it was possible to visit Gringotts in America and taking out dollars there, he set off for a last meal in England. He found an old diner in muggle London, not long from The Leaky Cauldron, and proceeded to eat so much pizza that he felt ready to burst at the seams. He found a secluded alleyway, took hold of the small american flag, and said "Cheese, crackers and apple juice". In a moment Harry, with Hedwig on his shoulder, was whisked away from England.
A/N: Yeah, short intro, I know. However, I'll try to have longer chapters from now on. Be aware that I will write this story as if Harry was born in 1980. The birth date for Percy has not been decided yet for story purposes. However, he will play a major part in the story. Criticism is always appreciated.
