Yo. This is my first story on FF. Completely original and wacko plot... it's been sitting as a draft on Microsoft Word for the past two and a half years...

And so here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (nor would I like to) or PJO (which I would prefer to).

Third

When Harry woke up, he didn't expect to be in a strange house, wearing clean muggle clothes, lying in a bed with his unharmed friends lying the beds next to him.

Moments after he sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes, Ron did the same in the bed next to his.

"Who're you?" a voice asked from the doorway. All of them sat up at that.

Harry raised his wand. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Where are we? What are we doing here?"

The girl - with choppy brown hair and kaleidoscope eyes - shrugged. "I'm Piper Mc-" she stopped. "Just Piper. I don't know where we are or what we're doing here. My friends and I woke up here, in a room. We don't know how we got here."

They glared, deciding wether or not 'Piper' was telling the truth - but they felt compelled to believe her.

"Okay," they agreed after a long silence (well, they had gotten fresh clothes and a nice sleep, and they were all safe).

"So who're you?"

"You don't know? I'm Harry Potter."

All they got was a confused look. "Got no recollection of any hairy potters."

Harry flushed red as Ginny, Hermione, and Ron stifled their laughs.

"He means Harry Potter, as in H-a-r-r-y P-o-t-t-e-r." Hermione corrected.

"Oh. If you're ready, Jason said that he found a kitchen."

"Jason?"

"That's my boyfriend."

Ron swung his legs over the bed, standing up and yawning. "Okay."

"BEAUTY QUEEN! BREAKFAST!" a male voice shouted from outside.

Piper turned around and stuck her head out of the door. "SHUT IT, REPAIR BOY! I'M GETTING OUR HOUSEMATES UP, SEEING AS WE'RE LOCKED IN!"

All of the jumped up at that. Hermione asked, "We're locked in?"

"Yep," Piper replied, popping the 'p'. "But c'mon, let's go," she urged them. "Leo says breakfast is ready. And I assure you, it isn't poisoned."

With that, she turned and walked down the stairs.

"We can just use alohomora, can't we?" Harry asked, looking around at everyone: he saw Ron, Hermione, Ginny, George, Percy, Luna, and Neville.

"No," Luna's light voice floated through the air. All heads turned to her.

"Why not?" Hermione asked.

"Because the house is magical," the Ravenclaw responded. "Just not in the way you'd think."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Luna responded, heading towards the door. "and I do think that muggle clothing isn't that bad... do you agree?"

She shut the door behind her.

By the time the wizards and witches all got down the to the kitchen, they had gotten lost a total of eleven times. However, there seemed to be glowing arrows on the floor, pointing them in the direction of whatever room they needed to go to - this they had learned after the eleventh time.

When they all arrived in the kitchen, they each had a hand on their wand, just in case there were and leftover Death Eaters or dementors.

Instead, there was a group of seven people sitting at one of two tables. The tables were the same, only the one occupied had a strange bronze flaming pit in the center. The wizards recognized one of the seven to be Piper.

Sitting next to her was a blond boy, with electric blue eyes and a small scar on his upper lip. He wore a clean yellow t-shirt as well as jeans. Next to him was a girl with spiky black hair, the same blue eyes, but with a Death to Barbie t-shirt, camo pants, and a silver circlet on her brow. A silver jacket hung off of her chair.

Across from her was a young boy, about thirteen or fourteen, dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt with skulls on it, and an oversized aviator's jacket. On his left hand glittered a silver skull ring with ruby eyes. He sat next to a girl with dark skin and curly black hair, in a purple t-shirt and blue jeans. Next to her was a bulky boy dressed the same.

At the end of the table was another boy, who was skinny and had a mop of brown curls sitting atop his head. He was hunched down, in his clean-pressed white shirt and old suspenders. He was playing with something in his hands, and once, the magical people swore they saw a spark. At the other end of the table, there were two empty seats.

"Oh, hey," Piper said, standing up. "you're here. We were waiting for you."

"We should do introductions," Hermione suggested.

Piper looked at her friends, who all shrugged. "Well, you know me. I'm Piper."

The blond boy raised his hand. "Jason Grace, Piper's boyfriend."

Spiky-haired girl was next. "Thalia, Jason's sister."

"Are you twins?" George asked.

Thalia snorted. "Nope. I'm older. Looks can be deceiving."

The curly-haired guy lifted his head to reveal an elfish face. "Leo Valdez."

The two in purple tees were next. "I'm Hazel Levesque," the girl said. "and this is my boyfriend, Frank Zhang."

The boy in all black looked up from his eggs. "Nico di Angelo."

Luna gasped, and everyone turned to her. "Nico?"

Nico looked up again, and his eyes widened. "Luna!"

He stood up and walked forward, as she stepped towards him. They met in the middle, embracing each other.

The wizards stared at Luna; who was giggling, the witches smiled; Luna had met someone who appreciated her for who she was, and the demigods gaped; Nico was smiling.

"What are you doing here?" Nico asked.

Luna frowned. "I woke up. What are you doing here?"

Nico raised his eyebrows. "I woke up too."

"Um, Death Breath?" Thalia called. "Mind explaining?"

Nico stepped back, letting go of Luna's hands. "Guys, this is Luna Lovegood," he announced. "I met her while in Europe once. She's a descendant of At- Annabeth's mom and Will's dad. So she'd really smart, and she can see."

"Of course she can see!" Hermione replied. "She's not blind."

Nico opened his mouth to reply, but Leo shouted out.

"I'VE DONE IT!"

He held up a small black box.

Jason stared at it. "Wow, Leo," he teased. "I didn't know you had a woman. Care to tell which one you're proposing to?"

Leo snorted, but a few saw the slight crease in his brow that gave away that Jason had hit a nerve. "Man, you got it all wrong. I'm still single and this ain't a ring."

"Ain't isn't a word," a female voice said from behind the wizards.

They all looked to see two people, a boy and a girl. They both looked exceptionally tired, with thin frames and hollow eyes that looked haunted. The girl had yellowish golden hair and gray eyes so dark, they looked almost black. The boy had raven black hair and stormy sea green eyes. They were leaning on each other as if their lives depended on it, but they both had faint smiles.

Thalia laughed. "Yeah. Leave it to Annie to correct the grammar."

"Don't call me Annie!" the girl snapped, half playfully. "I'm Annabeth Chase, and this is my boyfriend, Percy Jackson."

"Percy?" Percy Weasley asked.

Percy Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Yeah."

"I'm Percy Weasley. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

The two worn-out teenagers sat down in the two chairs that were empty.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione said.

"Ron Weasley. I'm Percy's brother and Hermione's boyfriend."

"George Weasley, Ron and Percy's brother."

"Ginny Weasley, those three boys' sister."

"Harry Potter."

"I'm Neville Longbottom." Neville was glad to see that nobody had laughed at his last name.

It was then that the wizards realized that they hadn't sat down yet, and moved to the empty table.

The two groups began to talk amongst themselves as breakfast began.

There was a small flash of light that attracted everyone's attention to the counter. A note floated down, and, being closest to it, Nico snatched it out of the air.

Dear demigods, wizards, and witches, he read.

"Wizards and witches?" Piper asked at the same time that Hermione spluttered out, "Demigods?"

"Just be quiet!" Nico scolded, reading ahead. "It explains."

I am quite sure that you are confused right now. There were several nods. Well, I would like to welcome you to my home in the center of the Sun. I hope you'll make yourselves comfortable here, seeing as though you're not prisoners, you can't get out.

I have pulled you out of two separate universes, both of which the gods still exist. Wizards and witches, you are those that have been blessed by Lady Hecate. Hermione, demigods are the offspring of gods and mortals. And yes, gods exist. Hermione blushed. I assure you, though, that I am not evil. The evil is what is to come, not what is coming or was has gone. And before you ask who I am, I will tell you that I will only reveal myself to you once you have completed a simple task.

Read the papers attached to this note.

For those demigods, the language will change to Greek or Latin to your preference, which explains how Nico is reading this. And as another assurance, one of you does know me.

Sincerely,

A

There was silence.

"Who's A?" Ron asked through a mouthful of bacon, eventually.

"I don't know," Nico said slowly. "But there are papers attached to this note. And we're supposed to read them, I think."

"We should find another room," Ginny suggested.

A few minutes later, they were all seated in a living room. Percy and Annabeth laid against each other on a love seat, as did Jason and Piper on another one. Thalia shared a couch with Leo, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Percy Weasley, George, Ginny, and Neville all sat on another couch. Hazel sat on Frank's lap in a cushioned chair, and Nico and Luna shared the floor.

"So I'll read first," Nico said, ripping the note off of the staples that kept it attached to the other papers. "Here we go," he announced. "XXXIII: ANNABETH."

So yeah. No flames, please. I'm out of marshmallows.

Read, review, and recycle.

-Wolfe-