Hi, it's me again. This story has nothing to do with my other crossover, "A New Twist", whatsoever. This also has a completely different timeline. In my other story, the Harry Potter was thirteen and the Percy Jackson was fifteen/sixteen. In this story, Harry Potter and the gang are in their fifth year at Hogwarts, while Annabeth is only eleven (Percy Jackson is not in the picture yet.)

I've been working on this story for months. Some chapters I have written out, while others I haven't even started yet, so updates will not be consistent. Unlike my other story, I have a basic plot for this already planned out.

This story is not an AU for either series', which means it will follow the basic story of Order of the Pheonix, but it will be focusing on some of the more marginal characters, as opposed to the golden trio. My goal is to make it as believable as possible for both worlds.

So now, without further ado, here is "Dead End":

"HIYA!" Annabeth swung her sword, pinning down her opponent with ease. She smirked triumphantly.

Her partner grinned. "Good job," Luke said. He admired Annabeth for many things. She was clever, funny, loyal, and an excellent friend. Yes, that girl had many talents - - however, sword fighting was not one of them. She usually preferred a close up attack with her bronze dagger. Nevertheless, Luke often let her win in duels to make her feel good about herself. Although, self confidence was not exactly something that Annabeth lacked.

Luke looked up at the sky. There was a large bird of some sort, swooping down right near him! As the bird drew closer, Luke was able to recognize the species. "Hey, Annabeth," he said, "Look, there's an owl!"

The daughter of Athena scoffed. "Nice try, Luke. You'll have to come up with something better than that!" she said. "Besides," Annabeth added smugly, "everyone knows that owls are nocturnal."

"No, I'm serious!" he insisted. "There's a huge owl that's literally hovering in the air right behind you!"

"Sure," she said sarcastically, "And there's a hydra under your foot."

"Okay, that doesn't even make any sense!"

"I don't care!" the eleven-year-old demigod folded her arms and stuck her tongue out at him.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Wow," he muttered. "So mature." He continued to stare at the owl. It hadn't moved an inch. He was about to tell Annabeth about it again, but someone else beat him to it.

Ethan Nakamura poked his head out from the Hermes cabin. He was a shy little ten-year-old, who rarely spoke unless Luke was there. The poor kid had been living in the Hermes cabin ever since his father had died three months ago. His mother was still yet to claim him. "Um . . . Annabeth?" he said, "You know that there's an owl right behind you, right?"

Annabeth's eyes widened. She looked at Ethan, than at Luke, then back at Ethan. Slowly, she turned around to face the massive bird. Annabeth had seen owls before, but never such a large one and so close up. She noticed the owl appeared to be holding something in its talons. The owl looked directly at her, and held out his leg, as if expecting her to take it. She stared in awe for several seconds, but it was not long before her curiosity got the better of her. She carefully pulled the mysterious object from the bird's razor sharp claws.

It was a note! Her hands were trembling. Maybe it was a letter from her mother! After all, owls were symbols of Athena.

But to her dismay, it was not written in Ancient Greek, but rather in English. And not just any English at that; on the back words were written in emerald-green ink in fancy script letters. It took her Dyslexic eyes about two minutes to read the words. They said:

To Miss Annabeth Chase

Age Eleven

Camp Half-Blood

Long Island, NY, USA

Cabin #6

"Well that's . . . specific," said Luke, who had read it over her shoulder, finishing only a couple seconds after.

Ethan quickly finished reading last. "Do you think it's a trap?" he whispered nervously.

"I'm not sure . . . " said Luke. The eighteen-year-old looked at the paper thoughtfully. "Maybe you should tell Chiron."

"Good idea."

Annabeth found Chiron in front of the Big House. He was playing cards with Mr. D.

"Chiron, Mr. D?" she asked. "Can I ask you something?"

Mr. D grunted. "Make it quick, Annie. We're kind of in the middle of something here!"

Annabeth clenched her teeth, forcing herself not to yell at the camp director. It was not always easy. Dionysus had it in his mind that he could be a jerk, just because he was . . . well, a god.

She took a deep breath, trying to phrase her words carefully. "Um . . . I just got this note, and . . . " she handed the envelope to Chiron.

The centaur looked at the note. His eyes widened. "Where did you get this?" he demanded.

" Er . . . an owl gave it to me?" now that she had said it out loud, Annabeth realized just how ridiculous it sounded. She felt so stupid! It was probably just some practical joke from the Stoll brothers or something.

But Chiron looked at the letter seriously. Very seriously. He handed the letter to Mr. D and told him to take a look at it.

The god of wine groaned, as he finished reading the back. "Again?" he said. "That blasted Hecate!"

"Hecate?" Annabeth repeated. "What about her?"

Chiron sighed. "Annabeth, go up to the attic and speak to the oracle. When you come down, we will discuss matters further."

Annabeth could hardly believe it. This was it. Her very own quest! This was what she had been waiting for for years! It was finally her turn. Without so much as a second thought, she excitedly ran up the stairs, shaking with anticipation, to confront the oracle and find out her fate.

The first chapter was bit slow. But I promise it will get better.

Any suggestions? Comments? Criticism? Please let me know and review!