DISCLAIMER: Many of you are followers of my other HPXPJ crossover story, "Always, Until the very end."

Yeeehhh, welll. I felt the need to make a Hinny, Romione, Nuna/Luneville & PERCAY AND GINNAY. okokok sorry. But, yes, there are many couples.

THIS ALSO TAKES PLACE AFTER THE 5TH BOOK (but before The Lost Hero shit) in PJ, AND IN THE HBP IN HP. SOOO. Spoilers. Including deaths, certain hunting, and Draco's secret.

sooo.

Yeah.

This is similar the "AUTVE" my first HPPJ story. (Always, Until the Very End.)

OH.

AND I DON'T OWN THIS FABULOUS STORY I AM ONLY TAKING THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS FROM RIORDAN AND ROWLING TO MAKE MY OWN CRAPPY STORY COMPARED TO THEIRS.

SO. Read on!

"Your brother's a git."
"I know,"
"Like, a big one."
Ginny smiled gently at her friend.
"I'm your best friend," Ginny said, "You like Ron. Don't you?"
"No," Hermione lied.
Unfortunately, Ginny saw through the lie.
"I promise I won't tell him, or even Mum," Ginny swore.
"Fine," Hermione said, sighing.

"How can I not, though? His long, messy red hair, big, large, blue eyes... sense of humor..."

Lavender and Ron were seated with Harry; Harry was staring at his food solemnly.

"So, Hermione," Ginny said nonchalantly, though she was dying to ask her, "why are... um, why is Harry meeting with Dumbledore?"
Hermione sighed.
"I dunno. D'you think it's about... You-Know-I mean, Voldemort?"
"'Course," Ginny replied.
Suddenly, owls flapped in.
"I forgot!" Ginny exclaimed, "It's Monday!"
What was odd, was, that every student got a letter.
Like Harry; he received a letter, though Sirius was dead and so was Harry to the Dursleys.
Nevertheless, the Great Hall grew silent as everyone read.

Dear Ginevra Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you, that we are attending a camp contrary to Hogsmeade.
We'll be attending Camp Halfblood for a week, and you all will meet another race.
Hogsmeade trips are still traditional.
Sincerely,
Dumbledore

Ginny took short breaths, and stared numbly at her food: porridge, turkey bacon, kippers, and juicy sausages, made by Winky and Dobby.
"We... no..." Ginny glanced at Harry, who was deep in conversation with Lavender and Ron.
Were they the Golden Trio now? Even though I wasn't in it... no... they wouldn't replace... Hermione...
Ginny scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and shoved it in her mouth.
"Why are you so worried?" Hermione asked, catching her gaze.
"Look," Ginny said, lowering her eyes, "I... I think I might... like... Harry... He's attractive, and humble..."
"Ginny!" Hermione shrieked, "you... why? You have Dean!"
"I didn't say I like him," Ginny defended, and shoved a slice of bacon in her mouth, reminding Hermione of Ron at feasts.

The Day of the Trip

Ginny trotted downstairs, her trunk bobbing up and down, her long, silky tresses in a high bun.
The smell of jasmine flew through the air as she walked.
Harry was unfortunate to catch this whiff.
Why, he thought as he gloomily walked near her the smell of sweet lemons and jasmine filling the room, does she, he clutched the parchment tighter, the name

SIRIUS BLACK HEREBY GIVES HARRY JAMES POTTER PERMISSION TO ATTEND HOGSMEADE still etched on the dry parchment, have to use jasmine?

He wasn't looking when he bumped into... her.
He wore a large, thick jacket, long pants, and large sneakers.
Fred and George were beside him, talking hastily about the joke shop; they decided to pursue the joke shop further in America, and what better way was to attend Camp Half-Blood with them?
They wanted to advertise it to other wizards in America, though they noted to the Silver and Golden Trio, "Yankee Wizards are good for nothing; they have dry humour, drier than Aunt Muriel's chicken!"
Ginny disagreed.
Harry looked up and saw Cho; her long, sleek, silky black hair cascaded down her waist.
She was thin and frail, and moaned when she fell.
"I'm very sorry," Harry mumbled.
Cho blushed.
"Harry..." She said, "look. I... about..."
"I-it's nothing," Harry muttered quickly, and was about to get up, when Cho's warm hand met his, in an attempt to stop him.
It worked.
"Harry. I'm sorry; you were right. I need to... to forget about Cedric's death."
Harry looked at her in alarm.
"I've been a downer; my friends agreed. That's all I talk about, and, they-you were right. I have to look at the bright side; I need to get my umbrella and find sunny days."
She etched closer to him.
"You know what... who are my sunny days, Harry? You."
A gasp escaped Harry's mouth.
"Harry..." She sighed, leaning against him.
"I'm sorry for being a crybaby, a sore loser. How about you sit with me-just me on the train to Camp Halfblood?"
Harry stared at her.
"O-of course," Harry nodded quickly.
"I-is that okay with Hermione?" She asked him feverishly.
"Y-yeah," Harry nodded quickly.
The smell of jasmine and lemons filled his nose; so sweet...
He saw a glimpse of red hair, and for a breath second, his breath cut short.
There she was, her hair in a big bun; her jeans were thin, and hugged her thighs; she wore ankle snow boots, with sheep wool. A wooly, sleeveless jacket was around her arms, and a long, black, long sleeved shirt was wriggled on her.
She caught his glance, her hair falling from her bun into perfect waves, and smiled softly.
She was with Hermione, Hermione looking around.
Harry looked away quickly, much to Ginny's dismay, and entwined his fingers with Cho.
"Apology accepted," he said firmly, "and, it'd be a pleasure to sit with you on the train-alone."