Chapter One

So, here we are, guys. If you clicked on this fic, you are probably a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson fan - this we share! I have always loved the idea of a HP/PJO universe, where either the seven go to Hogwarts or the golden trio end up in Camp Half-Blood. In this case, obviously it's only Harry who ends up in Camp Half-Blood.

This starts during the time that the golden trio are running away from the ministry after getting the locket off of Umbridge. And its after the series has ended for Percy and his pals.

Concerning the pairings, while I am a Percico shipper, I promise to avoid that as people tend to prefer Percabeth - which is actually canon, lol. So I'm gonna go with the official pairings and all including Ron/Hermione, but I am highly tempted to create a new pairing: Harico (Harry/Nico)! Because I cannot abide by Ginny/Harry in this. Tell me what you guys think?


"Quickly!" screamed Hermione, extending a hand towards Harry as he stumbled back to his feet.

He snatched a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that the death eaters and ministry puppets were gaining on them. One grabbed at Harry's now-oversized coat, and he whipped around to shove the man off.

"Stupefy!" he shouted, jabbing his wand in the wizard's direction, the force of the magic shoving the the victim of the spell backwards a meter or two. Harry's pausing in his sprint had allowed others to catch up, and so he began blocking forthcoming spells and shooting his own.

"Forget about them, Harry!" roared Ron, who was already holding onto Hermione's other hand.

"Alright!" Harry shoved his wand away again and grabbed Hermione's hand. Both of their palms were sweaty, so gripping on was difficult. Harry saw Hermione's eyes close as her face screwed up - she was concentrating on the place in her mind, preparing to apparate there, except that Harry then felt a weight on his shoulder - somebody who planned on sneaking a ride with them.

Harry made a split second decision, and he knew that Ron saw the resolve form on his face, due to the horror forming on the ginger's face.

"No, Harry-"

Harry timed it perfectly in the half second that he chose to do it.

"Sorry, mate." He relinquished his grip on Hermione's hand the moment that she and Ron vanished in an unfathomable blur. Another half second later, he whirled around, separating himself from the wizard behind him, who turned out to be Yaxley, just as Yaxley's fist connected with the side of Harry's face.

Harry skidded back a few feet.

He should not have apparated.

The shock of the blow was causing his teeth to ring in his jaw, his mind to jump in a bewildered lurch. He was not in the correct mindset to apparate, yet he did. Anything to get away from that hellhole.

What a mistake.

He didn't even have a location in mind - Harry still questioned later on how he ended up in the place that he did.

On the crest of a hill, by a gigantic pine tree.

Harry collapsed, disoriented and groggy, and he touched a hand to his chest. It felt warm and moist, and when he brought his fingers back, he saw that they were glistening with blood. Dizzy, Harry touched his cheekbone timidly with his bloodied fingers, and immediately his head started spinning.

He fell back against the pine tree, his back pressed up against the bark, and did the only thing that he could think to do.

He shouted out, praying that any higher power was listening to him. A higher power that would send somebody his way, lest he bleed out. Somebody who was not a death eater or snatcher or any other Voldemort minion.

"Help!" he screamed hoarsely, using the last breath of air in his lungs, before allowing himself to spiral into the sickening brightness that clouded his vision.


Percy was dozing peacefully in the sunbaked grass, reclined so that his hands formed a cushion beneath his head, and Annabeth lay with him, her head resting against his stomach. Ever since their last adventure had finally ended, after so long, she had taken up reading books on architecture again, and was reading one about the Romans or something. In honour of Camp Jupiter, Annabeth had said earlier on in the day.

Percy yawned hugely, savouring the feel of the sun warming his face and arms, when he heard the shout.

He bolted upright, knocking Annabeth off of him in his rush.

It was distant, but it had been there.

"What was that for?" Annabeth said, annoyed, but Percy merely held a finger up to keep her silent as he pricked his ears. Now, all he could hear was the chatter of other demigods and the tapping of footsteps around them and the lapping of waves.

"Don't ignore me, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, dog earring the page that she had gotten to and peering at her boyfriend curiously. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"You didn't hear that?" Percy asked, disbelieving, to which Annabeth huffed.

"Spit it out already," she said. "I've had enough surprises for a lifetime, you know."

"Someone shouted for help," he said, shoving himself to his feet, and extending a hand to Annabeth to help her up. "We should go check it out."

"Are you kidding me?" Annabeth said. "We should at least tell someone where we're going. Just in case it's, I dunno, a trick? Wouldn't be the first time."

"A trick?" Percy asked stupidly.

"Gods," Annabeth groaned, face-palming. "You can be so dumb sometimes, Perce. It's what predators usually do. They isolate their chosen prey from the rest of its herd so that its more vulnerable."

"Huh?" Percy scratched his chin. "We're prey?"

"Are you kidding me?" Annabeth sighed. "I love you, but sometimes you astonish me with how right I am to call you 'Seaweed Brain'. What I'm telling you is a metaphor."

"Um, okay?" Percy held his hands up in surrender. "Fine, whatever. We'll tell someone where we're going. Look, there's Jason. Oi, Jason!"

"Whuuuut?" Jason drawled back, heaving a sigh as he strolled into sight.

"Percy heard a most mysterious cry for help," Annabeth interjected before Percy could answer. "So we may be going on a wild goose chase to find the source of the voice - we just want to let somebody know that, just in case we're kidnapped or something along the way."

"Wild goose chase?" Jason's eyes lit up from behind his pair of glasses. "I love wild goose chases. Sounds fun. I'm coming."

"Is 'wild goose chase' the only thing you picked up from that?" Annabeth said, exasperated.

"Probably," said an oblivious Jason. "Oh, wait. I'd better let somebody know where we're going just in case we're kidnapped or something."

"He's totally pulling your leg," Percy sniggered to an unimpressed Annabeth, who folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her steely grey eyes.

"Hey, Nico!" Jason called, drawing Percy's attention to the shadowy figure lurking away from the sun. Nico always had this disconcerting way of shying away from the light so that nobody could find him, unless they picked up on the aura of death around him. Everything about him screamed 'darkness'. Maybe it was the skinny black jeans that he wore, or the black t-shirt with the skull on it, or that ridiculous skull ring that he'd gotten from his dad.

"What do you want?" Nico asked flatly, without looking at Percy. Percy had thought that things would have been slightly less uncomfortable between them, but it really wasn't.

"If the three of us don't turn up again within an hour," Jason said, "then we've been kidnapped, alright?"

"This isn't a joke," Annabeth put in scathingly.

"Aren't you guys a bit big for kidnapping?" Nico asked, his eyes flicking up and down Jason, then Annabeth, but in total avoidance of Percy.

"Nah," said Jason. "We have the souls of children."

"Okay then," Percy said. "That's kind of creepy, man."

"Fine," Nico interrupted, stuffing his hands into his pockets and merging back into the shadows. Percy couldn't tell whether he was beginning to shadow travel or merely stepping back into a conveniently dark place. "Maybe I'll keep an ear out for a kidnapping or whatever."

"Coolsies, Neeks," said Jason, who had recently adopted the nickname due to being under the impression that he and Nico were suddenly friends - or the closest thing to a friend that Nico had anyway, Percy thought. He felt a twinge of pity, but turned back to Annabeth, who was tucking her book under an arm, and Jason, who had taken off his glasses and was polishing the lenses against his shirt with an annoying squeaky noise.

"Come on then," Percy said. "Let's go. Whoever it was who shouted could be dead by now, you know."

"Wait a second," Annabeth said, racing away towards the cabins, yelling over her shoulder, "Just let me drop off my book!"

"We're never going to get away, are we?" Percy said, eyeing Jason, who replaced his glasses on his face, content with his cleaning work.

"Nah man," he said placidly, and upon seeing Percy's martyred expression, hastily added, "Women," as though to appease his friend.

Percy, Annabeth and Jason had scouted the entire camp, but to no avail. No mysterious person who seemed to be in distress. No other ear witness to the voice. Percy wasn't entirely sure whether he was going nuts by this time, an idea to which Clarisse encouraged wholeheartedly when they had a run in with her.

"Maybe you are going a little bit bananas," Jason suggested as they all began head to head towards the creek for a break. "Hearing voices isn't really natural, you know."

"Shut up," Percy said, but without venom. "You're worse than Thalia, sometimes."

Jason laughed, and then Percy noticed Annabeth frowning.

"Speaking of Thalia," she said, "remember how we found her by the pine tree, all those years ago?"

"Not really," Jason said, and Percy hit him on the arm.

"Yeah," he said. "What about it?"

"Well," Annabeth said, "what if somebody's there at the border, by the pine tree? We haven't checked yet."

"Ah," said Percy, snapping his fingers. "Good idea, Wise Girl. We should go there, shouldn't we?"

As usual, Annabeth proved to be correct, and it was a good thing too.

As they neared the top of Half-Blood Hill, Annabeth leading the way, Percy watched as her back suddenly went ramrod straight, before she broke into a sprint.

"What is it?" Jason called after her, quickening his pace and it was then that Percy saw as well.

He froze.

A body, slumped against the fat roots of the pine tree, and there was Annabeth, leaning over the body.

It was so much like last time, when Thalia had been found, that Percy's hair almost seemed to bristle as he sensed the danger.

"Oh, Gods," he heard Annabeth chanting as she crouched over the body, almost afraid to touch. "Oh Gods oh Gods oh Gods. Guys, h-he's bleeding everywhere!"

Well, that was different from last time. It broke Percy's trance, and he hurried over to his two companions' sides.

The young man couldn't have been any younger that Percy, and had a head of messy black hair and round glasses. There was blood smeared on his face, alongside a stark purple bruise, and his skin was deathly pale. But the real issue lay in that blood was gushing out of an injury in his chest.

"We have to find the wound," Percy said into the frighteningly still silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of them all.

"Right," Annabeth said, becoming suddenly calm and authoritative. "Find the wound. Identify the issue." Her fingers scrambled to find the tear in the t-shirt, but found none.

"Why is there no damage to the shirt?" Jason said, sounding as bewildered as Percy felt, but Annabeth merely shook her head, clicking her tongue, and unsheathed a dagger that she wore in a scabbard attached to her belt, then, with remarkably steady hands, sliced through the shirt's material to reveal the damage.

Percy pressed a fist into his mouth to stop the bile from coming forth.

Even through all the blood, it looked like no battle wound that he had ever seen. It looked as though somebody had taken a clean bite out of this guy's chest. Annabeth was apparently think along the same lines.

"It's much too clean to have been a wild animal," she said, "and besides, what wild animal do we have here that is capable of doing this to a… a…" she was unable to find a word to describe exactly what this guy was. A half-blood? A mortal?

"Oh, it doesn't matter," she snapped, and held a hand out in Jason and Percy's general direction. "Quickly, it's bleeding too fast. We need to allow the platelets time to cause clotting so that the leukocytes can counteract possible infection."

Percy glanced at Jason dumbly, who shrugged. Annabeth glanced back over her shoulder and noticed their exchange.

"It's basic biology!" she said crossly. "Just… someone, give me your shirt."

Jason backed away, holding up his hands.

"I know you secretly want Percy to do it," he said, "so I'll make it easier for you."

Percy glared at him, but still stripped his shirt and tossed it to Annabeth, who didn't even have the time to blush as she balled up the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and pressed it against the gushing wound.

The young man gave an almost imperceptible groan.

"This is more lesion than laceration," Percy could hear Annabeth mumbling to herself, and decided not to question it.

"Should we try to ask him something?" Percy asked Jason, who raised an eyebrow and sucked at his teeth.

"You can try," he said.

"No, it's a good idea," Annabeth said. "Jason, go get help. Should have done this ages ago. Find Nico, get him to shadow travel here and bring this guy back with him. Then tell Chiron what's happened. Go!"

Jason jumped, then turned on heel and ran. Annabeth turned back to Percy. The shirt in her hands was now sopping with blood.

"It's not guaranteed that he'll answer if we ask him anything," she said, "but it may give us an idea of whether he is suffering from anything psychological as well."

"Like concussion?" Percy suggested, and Annabeth nodded, lifting a hand to push a lock of blonde hair from her face, leaving a smudge of red.

"Exactly." She turned back to the body and slotted a hand into the boy's, before saying in a loud and clear voice, "Can you hear me? If you can, squeeze my hand."

There was a moment of silence, and then Annabeth turned her head towards Percy, smiling faintly.

"I felt something," she said. "He can hear us."

"That's a start." Percy lowered himself down to his knees on the boy's other side, and then said, mimicking Annabeth's clear tone, "Can you tell us your name?"

There was quiet, so he lowered his ear so that it hovered just above the boy's mouth.

Ah. There it was again. It was very breathy, but it was a response all the same.

"Arnold," Percy repeated, relaying it to Annabeth. "I think he said Arnold."

"Arnold?" Annabeth said. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Proud of his discovery, Percy persisted. "Are you a demigod, Arnold?" he asked, earning a warning glance from Annabeth. There was a still quiet again.

"Careful, Perce," Annabeth whispered. "He may be mortal, you know."

"I don't believe that for one second," Percy said. "If he was an ordinary mortal, he couldn't have gotten right to the camp's border."

"All the same," she said, "exercise caution."

Percy repeated his question, his ear still close to Arnold's mouth.

"Wait, he's saying something," he said, excited, and then he felt the blood draining from his face as he recognised the word.

Slowly, he straightened, mouth moving but with no words leaving it. Annabeth watched him, her eyebrows dipping downwards.

"What did he say?" she asked. "Is he a demigod?"

"Oh no," Percy breathed, meeting her gaze. "Oh no no no no no. I believe that he called himself… a wizard."

"Wizard?" Annabeth paled as well, and looked down at the boy who had once seemed so innocent, and now came off as nothing but sinister. "That's not possible, Percy." Her eyes flashed back up to the Son of Poseidon's face. "Is it?"


Well, that was incredibly fun to write. Hope you had fun reading it!

~Black Cat Widow~