Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. i have Jk Rowling

and Rick rioardan to thank for.

This FanFic is a Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover, featuring Annabeth, Percy,

Harry, and Hermione. (fourth year harry and hermione, 14 year old percy and annabeth.)

Chapter One

Annabeth's POV

look, first of all, I have no idea why I'm in London, anyway. My dad had this crazy idea about wands and flying broomsticks. I agreed, partly because London has some really cool architecture, and partly because I was going to save up money to go, but now I don't have to. Also because my dad said Percy could come along, too.

Although I've heard that London isn't a very safe place for us half-bloods. Yeah. You heard me. I'm Annabeth Chase, the daughter of Athena, the all-powerfull greek goddess of war, archetecture, and battle stratergey. I spend my school holidays with my fellow half-bloods battling monsters and saving New York.

Must sound like fun, right? Yeah. But it's not. It means being chased by monsters 24/7, and not seeing your godly parent for a long time. Okay, enough of the depressing talk. Let's get to the story.

My eyes dart towards the rooftops. There's a dark, black, hooded figure floating on it. As I watch, I begin to be reminded of all of the unhappy times I've experienced. It seems to drain out all of the colour and happiness from those daisies, draining the life out of them, andand they wilt, dying. I gulp. I can hear Percy muttering to himself. Boys can be so clueless.

I grab his arm, still looking at the hooded creature.

"Percy. Let's go." I grit.

"But what about your-" He starts.

"My dad will be fine. Just come on already!" I grab him, and run into an alleyway.

"Holy Zeus, Annabeth! What in the name of Hades was that for?" He yells. I slap my hand over his mouth. He tries to speak. I glare at him threatingaly. He shuts up.

I hear footsteps. I quickly realized what was happening. Thinking fast, I put my new york yankees cap on, and we turn invisible. A girl with brown, bushy hair walks past us, a boy with black messy hair with a lightning shaped scar on his head walk past us, both pocketing stick-like objects. Once they're gone, I take off the cap, and we return back to normal.

"And that's why, Seaweed Brain, you pay attention!" I scold. I mutter the word: boys under my breath. He rolls his eyes.

Chapter Two

Hermione's POV

Okay, that was strange. I mean, why would a Dementot be all the way out in the Muggle world? It could be a case like Sirius Black when... No. The Ministry wouldn't let that happen again, would they? No, it must be something else.