PLEASE READ! At least read the parts that are underlined.

So this is a Percy Jackson and Harry Potter crossover. It's about Harry as a demigod. It'll take place in the Battle of the Labyrinth and the Order of the Phoenix.

To summarise it, it's Harry going with Percy to the Labyrinth.

I never seem to find any Harry goes to camp half-blood as a Demigod Fanfiction so I decided to write one (if you know one please recommend to me.)

The updates won't be frequentas I'm usually busy but I still hope you guys will read it. I'll try to update as much as I can, probably once a week or two. Each chapter will also have about 1000 words if you're wondering. This is my first Harry Potter Percy Jackson crossover I hope you like it!

Hope you enjoy!
Jane

PS. Please try to read all AN I post, I'll try to make them as short as possible unless there's a long explanation to it. I will underline the important parts so you just have to read that part if you're those people who don't read ANs.

Harry Potter and Percy Jackson belongs to JK Rowling and Rick Riordan

Story published: 30/10/2015

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Chp. 1 - A Demigod

It was a cloudy day, the sun behind thick clouds, hidden from everyone, while small drops of rain fall from the sky. Everyone in Private Drive was inside safe from the rain, all except one boy. He looked to be 15 with messy black hair and bright green eyes. When the wind blows, it uncovers a lightning shaped scar under his bangs. The scar of Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.

He sat on a swing, his eyes unfocused looking at a random direction deep in thoughts. The soft rain tapping lightly on his skin, but he made no move on going inside.

Suddenly voices came into hearing in the silent park "Which house is he in?" A boy asked.

"As far as I can smell he's not in a house right now, but he's close." Another boy answered.

Around the corner three people came into view, but as soon as Harry saw them something else happened. The air became chilly and the sky darkened. Depressing feelings came forth washing over him. "Not Harry! Please, not Harry!" his mother screamed. "Dementors" Harry whispered to himself standing up while getting his wand out.

"What's happening?" The first voice said.

"It's probably monsters, but what are they?" A new voice of a girl answered.

"Whatever this is, I really don't like it." Said the second voice. Before he got the time to warn them, two Dementors came into view. One came towards him while the other went towards the other teenagers. "Expecto Patronum!" Harry cried, but only silver mist came out.

Harry thought of a happy memory, anything, but it was like trying to hold water in him hands, as it drains and leaks. The screams of him mother and Voldemort's laughter got louder the closer the Dementor came. Taking a glance at the other teenagers, he thought he saw a sword or dagger flashing in their hands, but his attention was quickly back to the Dementor in front of him.

Sirius. He thought of how he will be living with Sirius once he was free. How they could finally be a family. "Expecto Patronum!" Harry cried the second time and a silver stag burst out of his wand just in time he felt a cold hand touching his neck. The Dementor was unprepared and Harry's stag charged straight through it, it seemed to shriek and burst into ashes. Waving his wand towards the second Dementor he realised that it wasn't his imagination, the three do have weapons and he looked just in time to see the guy with the sword cutting through the Dementor, turning it into grey ashes.

Once both of the Dementors were gone, the sky brightened back into its original colour. It was still cloudy and raindrops were still falling, but it no longer looks depressingly dark.

After catching his breath, Harry made his way towards the group. All three of them seemed unnaturally pale, most likely from the Dementor attack only a minute ago. The girl, still shaky and pale, looked at him with her calculating grey eyes, her blond hair up in a ponytail with her bronze dagger grasp tightly in her hand. She was leaning against the fence that goes around the playground.

Beside her, was the boy with the sword. Like the girl, he was also shaky from the after effects of the Dementors. His black hair was messy, much like Harry's although Harry's was wilder. His sea green eyes were also looking at Harry, although not calculating like the girl's, it was still slightly cautious. He, like the girl, was leaning on a lamp post.

The last boy was wearing a hat, Harry was quite sure that the crutches belong to him, even though he was standing, a bit weirdly, with the crutches a few feet away from him. A few steps away from the group, the boy with the hat seemed to take a deep breath and said "That's him,"

"You sure?" The other boy asked.

"Absolutely." He replied looking Harry, giving him a small smile. There was a moment where they all just shared glances, as if not knowing where to start.

His ADHD kicking in, Harry asked: "Were you talking about me?"

The girl looked at him and nodded, "Let us introduce ourselves, my name is Annabeth Chase, these are my friends, Percy Jackson" she pointing at the boy with the sword "and this is Grover Underwood" tilting her head towards the boy with the cap. "We're here to look for you because-" she hesitated "because you're a demigod."

The information seemed to take some time to sink in. "Sorry… what?" Harry asked bewildered.

"A demigod, as in half God, half mortal," Annabeth explained.

"Gods exist?" Harry asked still unsure.

"Yes, Greek gods. I'm the daughter of Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. Percy's a Son of Poseidon, God of the Sea." Harry knew about Greek Gods, of course, he had been curious about them since he was little. Reading, or trying to read about them in books from the Library. The librarian took pity on him when she found out he was Dyslexic and read to him. His aunt and uncle didn't know, of course, they thought he had bad eyesight so they bought glasses for him, but for some miracle, it helped him focus better on some words.

His Dyslexia was also the reason why he was so bad at theoretic stuff, he was especially bad at potions because he had to read instructions and since all the words kept jumbling up. He kept taking the similar but wrong ingredients and adding up to that, Potions is a lot about patience, which doesn't sit well with his ADHD.

"What about Grover?" Harry asked curiously as Annabeth didn't mention who Grover's parent is.

"Grover's a satyr."

"Oh." As to prove the fact, he pulled his trousers up a little so it showed some part of his leg. Instead of the normal skin, his leg was covered in fur. "Cool!"

"At least you didn't say I'm half donkey like someone did!" Grover said glaring at Percy who gave him an apologetic smile.

"You'll never forgive me for that would you?" sighed Percy.

"Nope." Was Grover's simple answer.

"So do you believe us?" Annabeth asked getting them back on track.

After a few moments, Harry answered "Yes."

"Now it's my turn to ask questions. What were those monsters? What did you do to kill them?"

"They're called Dementors and I used-" Harry paused for a moment to think if he should tell them. Finally, coming to a conclusion that they already know about gods what else's could happen if he told them about magic "I used magic."

"Hecate magic?" Annabeth asked puzzled.

"No. Wizards." Harry tried explaining, "We have another world out there, with our own ministry, schools and shops. I'm actually breaking the laws telling you this, as you're non-magical."

"So that stick you used was your wand?"

"Yea, I go to school in Scotland that teaches magic."

"Woah, hold on a minute." Cut in Percy "Wizards as in people with pointy hats and witches with green skin who rides on brooms?"

Harry chuckled a bit at the muggle impression of witches and wizards "Yea, except I'm quite sure that none of us has green skin, but our world is hidden from the muggles, non-magical people, but if you do go to a place where there are a lot of magical people you'll see them wearing robes and some like the headmaster in my school does wear those long and pointy hats. We also use brooms and brew potions, where do you think those stories came from."

"A broom seems really cool!"

"It is, I used to play Quidditch, a sport we play on brooms."

Grover looked around then said "I think we should go now. Wait, what's your name again?"

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, but I'm Harry Potter."

"Okay, Harry, I'm not sure if you know but demigods get attacked by monsters... a lot, but probably not as much in England since most monsters are in America as the Western Civilisation is biggest there, but I think the quicker were back in camp's border the safer we are." Said Grover eyeing their surroundings.

"We should ask your parent or parents about you going to camp or somewhere." Said Percy.

Harry's gaze fell a bit, but he said: "My parents died when I was one, I'm living with my aunt, but they won't care if I'm gone, I'll just have to write to my friends."

"Sorry... I didn't know that your parents..."

"It's fine. You didn't know." Harry smiled slightly at Percy. "But I think we should go back, oh and just ignore my relatives, they aren't the, uh, kindest to my kind." Harry turned and walked towards the row of houses. With the trio following behind him.

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So! How was it? Did you enjoy it so far? I hope so. In this story let's say there's no age restriction in magic so Harry won't be going to trial or get expelled.

Continue reading!
Jane

Status: Edited
Published: 30/10/2015