Two twin boys 'cross time and space

Shall finally meet at the destined place

For one can't win without the other

To fight together, one with another

But by a curse, they both shall fall

To Civilization, will stand tall

Chapter 1

Harry and Percy

Harry

McGonagall's Office

It was odd, really. Harry Potter stormed out of the shower in the boy's fifth year dorm, the door slamming behind him causing the occupants to look over. Somewhat used to Harry's mood swings and anger, they looked to see what the source of his annoyance was. They had all seen him go to shower ten minutes ago, heard the water run and a steady stream of curses. Now, he stood in the middle of the dorm, bathrobe wrapped tightly around him, completely dry. He was clean, but dry and there was no trail of wet footprints coming out of the shower, a feat for anyone. Seamus and Dean were trying to contain their laughter as their dorm mate shot daggers at shower, promising it certain death. Neville looked slightly thoughtful and a frown creased Ron's brow. Harry grumbled and grabbed a change of clothes before heading back into the offending shower; he never changed in front of his dorm mates.

After Harry had disappeared Ron made his way down to the Common Room looking for Hermione. This was not the first of water related incidences this year, but they had grown more frequent after their trip to the Department of Mysteries. Hermione had grown more curious after a few larger incidences and proceeded to research what could possibly be the problem, unknown to Harry himself.

Just last night there had been another occurrence, it was during dinner and Harry had caught a falling knife that had gotten knocked of the table and cut himself, dripping blood on the white table cloth, at the same moment a goblet of water fell splashing water all over him. After drying his hands, the cut across his palm was gone.

Both Ron and Hermione approached Professor McGonagall that evening, she promised to talk with Harry the next day.

Now, Harry was waiting, in McGonagall's empty office, for her return. Her office was fairly simple, he observed, having never entered it. A large, sturdy maple desk and ornate chair settled in the middle and a straight backed chair opposite. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves stacked with books, trinkets and pictures. What was most curious however was the large glass bowl of water that sat in the middle of her desk, as large as a pensieve; it was only a quarter ways filled with water. He moved closer to it and waved his hand over it in a clockwise motion. The water flowed the same direction, creating a small whirlpool within the bowl, just as he expected. He glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching before he put his hands on the sides of the glass bowl, so close that they almost touch the glass. Focusing on the water, he gave it a slight nudge and it climbed the sides of the bowl, but before it spilled out it, he focused the water inward and created a domed cover. Slowing moving his hands side to side, ripples and swirls splashed in patterns across the surface of the dome, before it collapsed inward and he fell heavily into the seat behind him.

"That was quite impressive, Mr. Potter." Harry's head shot up at the sound of the Transfiguration Professor's voice. She stood in the doorway, a small smile expressed on her features. "You have quite a gift."

"Ma'am?"

"With water, Mr. Potter and those Thestral you and Miss Lovegood seem so fond of." She walked around her desk and sat across from her famous pupil. "Your friends seemed quite worried, how long have you been able to do these sorts of things?"

He shifted uncomfortably and didn't meet her strict gaze. "After I turned twelve, I could do small things but it wasn't until I turned fourteen that I was able to utilize the elemental powers."

"Of course," she noted understandingly. "And you haven't told anyone, have you?"

"No, professor, though it seems that my friends have figured it out."

"Yes, it does look that way, doesn't it? Well, I have a proposition for you. There is a camp in America that can get you the training you need. I went there myself as a teenager and I it would be beneficial for you also. The Headmaster would have no say on where you are going this summer, you need time to heal and I know that your relatives will be a hinder. Your two friends will accompany you for the beginning of the summer but will have to return to England." Harry nodded, even at this prospect; McGonagall saw a glimmer of hope shining in his green eyes.

"I know I have never been always there for you and I apologize, with that said I would like you to know that I had tried my best to keep you from those Dursleys. There was only so much that I could do and Dumbledore kept you so untraceable, so untouchable, even here within the school.

"But soon this will change." She put her hand in the pocket and brought out a shield shaped pendant on a sturdy chain.

"It used to be mine." She explained, "When I was a young woman, served me well in battle. It is time it is passed on to the next generation." It glinted in the sun as she held it out for Harry to take it. He reached out and grabbed the pendant in his fist and a sword shot out, almost cutting off his fingers. He looked, shocked, at the gleaming silver and ruby encrusted sword.

"The Sword of Gryffindor." Harry breathed, amazed.

"No, a sword of Gryffindor forged Goblin Silver, with the same properties as Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold and Stygian Iron. It serves well in battle.

"Be prepared to leave at a moment's notice, fly as close to the ocean as you can. It will lead you to land." Harry nodded at McGonagall's grim tone.

Suddenly, a bang sounded through the castle and the windows rattled against their frames. They both looked around for the source.

"Go! Now! We've run out of time." She hissed.

"We?"

"Go! Find your friends, stay safe, stay strong." Harry raced out of the office but paused at the door frame.

"How do you retract the sword?" She shook her head.

"A button on the hilt." The sword retracted. Harry thanked her and ran down the corridor. "May the gods protect you, Να σας ευλογεί."

The castle continued to rumble as Harry raced down the corridor, he was half way up the stairwell to the fifth floor when he saw Ron and Hermione running towards him, brooms in hand.

"We have to go." Ron said as he handed Harry his Firebolt and his school bag, "We'll fly west and we should be there by evening." Hermione nodded in agreement, looking slightly green at the thought of flying. The castle shook and Harry was pulled to the nearest window. "Go. We'll follow." Harry mounted his broom and took off, Ron and Hermione close behind. They zipped around the castle, keeping in the shadows. There was a whole army of large, giant people. As the Trio zoomed past, Harry saw that the giant had only one eye, Cyclopes.

"Harry, come on." Hermione yelled back to him. He had turned around to get a better look at the monsters.

They flew onward, past the Forbidden Forest and the surrounding mountains. The air slowly warmed and smell of the sea increased. After a two hour flight from the castle they had finally reached the sea, a smile slowly grew on Harry's face, and the first since Sirius had passed away. He let out a yell and barrel rolled between the waves, letting the salty mist wash over him. Ron and Hermione shared a smile at their friend's enthusiasm and his childish behavior, it was good for him. Harry continued to play in the waves until they were too far out to sea; he glided on top of the gentle water, toes touching the caps of the choppy ocean.

"I've never seen the sea before." Harry confessed later that day as they had stopped to take a break, hovering over the open expanse of ocean. They had been traveling for nearly half the day.

"Was it everything you thought it would be," Hermione asked.

"That and more," he replied, with longing in his voice.

It was nearly nightfall by the time land came into view. The Empire State building just barely peaked over the oncoming skyline, glowing blue. They were getting tired for traveling over twenty hours in the sun.

"Nearly there." Said Ron

"Famous last words." Hermione joked back. Harry was playing in the waves again, enjoying the feeling. There was a splash behind them and Ron and Hermione swerved to see what had happened. What they didn't expect was a shriveled old hag with bat wings and yellowing teeth like razors following them. Harry rejoined their grouping as they pushed their brooms faster, trying to lose the flying monster behind them.

"It's a Fury!" Hermione shouted to the other two. "Go!" Harry, however, didn't listen and shot spells at it over his shoulder. "Stop being a hero, Harry. It won't do anything!" Sure enough the spells flew right through the monster.

They continued flying as the monster kept close to their tails. A thought struck Harry. He held onto the broom with his knees and switched his wand to his left hand and pulled out the sword McGonagall had given him. He came to a quick stop in midair and swiped at the beast, which screeched and avoided the blade. He shot after it, gripping both his wand and broom in one hand and the sword in the other. He heard Hermione scream as he took another swipe and the Fury off, towards three oncoming shadows, Death Eaters. A flurry of spells rained upon them and the Fury kept trying to grab at Harry as they dodged and fought back.

A spell caught the tail of Harry's broom and spun him around, he lost grip and grabbed the broom with both hands, his wand and his sword falling into the ocean. He looked up to see one of the Death Eaters racing toward him, Harry charged at him, ducking under a beam of green light and punched the man in the gut. The wizard fell off the broom and Harry zipped away. They were almost to land and he could smell the strawberry fields that were near the camp according to Hermione. There was a small tug around his neck and he realized that the sword had returned to him. A stab of sorrow hit him when he knew his wand wasn't going to return to him.

Angrily, he decapitated one of the two remaining Death Eaters, who tried to sneak up behind him. Harry was breathing hard and a pressure built up around him, he pushed at it roughly. A geyser of salt water shot up from the ocean and knocked the last Death Eater from the air, all that was left the menacing Fury.

They were meters from land and the Fury was nearly on them. With one last burst of speed, they zipped over the sandy beach and to a large pine tree standing on the property line, guarded by a large, dragon like creature. The fury chased them screeching and grabbed the back of Harry's broom and he toppled of it and landed in a roll. He yanked out the sword and the fury dive bombed him, pushing everything he had he stabbed the monster in the chest and it exploded in a cloud of dust.

Harry stumbled back and closed the sword, trying to regain his balance. Both his friends swooped down to help him.

"Are you alright?" He stared at them eyes wide, not really seeing them as his eyes rolled up and fainted. Ron caught him before he fell to the ground.

Percy

Broomsticks Can Really Fly

I could bore you with some exaggerated introduction of my great feats of heroism my first week of my fifth year at Camp Half-blood, or some horrific monster barging into my high school and me getting expelled again. Nope, I had a boring, monster less freshman year at school. I could also go into this long explanation of who I am and yada, yada, yada, so I'll keep this short and sweet because of this impeding war.

I, Perseus Poseidon Jackson, demigod, son of Poseidon, am very powerful half-blood and swordsman extraordinaire. I didn't know that I was a demigod until I was twelve, before then I thought myself a loser with ADHD and dyslexia. Until I found myself against a fury then a Minotaur, and my best friend Grover was a Satyr, a world I though didn't exist, was my world. My very first year at Camp Half Blood, I was blamed for stealing Zeus' master lightning bolt. I travelled across the United States of America with my friends Grover and Annabeth, daughter of Athena, fighting Medusa, a Chimera, the war God Ares and metal spiders before heading off to the Underworld to talk to Hades. After finding that Ares had magiked the lightning bolt into my backpack, I dueled the God of War himself before flying, in an airplane, to the Empire State Building's 600th floor or less commonly known as Mount Olympus, were I returned the stolen lightning bolt to Zeus.

The next year, Camp Half Blood's Protector Pine Tree, with the spirit of Zeus' daughter, Thalia, protecting the camp, was poisoned. I meet my half-brother Tyson, a Cyclops, and we set off after Clarisse, daughter of Ares, to rescue Grover from Polyphemus, my other Cyclops half-brother. Annabeth, Tyson and I went against Luke and his small army of Titans, killer cruises, Hydras, Scylla, Charybdis, and man eating sheep before journeying back to camp on centaurs after successfully rescuing Grover from the clutches of Polyphemus and found that with the placing of the Golden Fleece on Thalia's tree the camp returned to prosperity and the tree regained its health. However the magic of the Fleece worked too well and Thalia's spirit returned to her body.

Later, in the winter of the same year, Grover had gone undercover at a military school in Maine on the search for two half-bloods. Where Thalia, Annabeth and Grover, the two half-blood siblings, Nico and Bianca, and I, faced a Manicore before Artemis and her Hunters stepped in. Then back to camp, Artemis' Lieutenant, Zoë Nightshade, had come with us and several other Hunters. The Oracle had sought out Zoë to grant her a Quest to save Artemis and find the missing Annabeth. Thalia and Grover set out with the Hunters, who then, included Bianca DeAglo, and I, followed the travelling group on the backs of a Pegasus, Blackjack, and save them from a Neman Lion and got me accepted into the Quest. As the Quest continued, we lost Bianca in the Junkyard of the Olympians and met Zoë's estranged siblings and a drakon before heading up to the Mountain to rescue Artemis and Annabeth from Atlas and Kronos. I took a hold of the sky from a fading Artemis and passed it back to Atlas after he killed his daughter Zoë. We save Annabeth and Artemis and sent Luke over the edge of a cliff. In the end, Thalia did not turn sixteen and decided to join Artemis' Hunters.

The next summer, I returned to Camp Half Blood after an attack during my freshman orientation. The Camp was in disarray, there was a new face and a rumor that Luke and his army were making their way in the Labyrinth. Annabeth received her first Quest and Tyson, Grover and I all accompanied her. We faced many different monsters and Gods. I fought against another one of my half-brothers, I saw Kronos take over Luke's body and we release Pan into the world. Finally, the last couple days at Camp were quiet and I celebrated my fifteenth birthday with my mom, Tyson and my mom's boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, Paul Blofis.

So now I'm back at Camp Half Blood, in the middle of June, sitting in a canoe, trying to decide whether to jump in the lake or not.

Naiads or Sun

Naiads or Ares Cabin

An alarm sounded, I sighed. There was no need for the decision now; somebody was needed at the Big House. I quickly paddled back to shore and jumped on to dry land. The Naiads waved at me from the bottom of the lake.

A large crowd was gathered at the Dining Hall when I reached there, Chiron cantered up to me.

"Percy, you're needed."

Confused, I followed him. On the porch of the Big House a strange sight met my eyes, two teenagers holding brooms, not brooms that you sweep with, but sleek and shiny with foot holders. The two teens looked to be about my age, they both wore school uniforms. One was a pretty brunette girl; she wore a white blouse and grey sweater with a scarlet and gold tie, a black pleated skirt, white knee-high stockings and black Mary Janes. The other was ginger haired boy dressed in a guy's version, white dress shirt, grey sweater, scarlet and gold tie, black dress pants and sneakers. I followed Chiron into the House, the boy and girl had already gone in, into the same room I had been when I had first come to camp.

I had to do a double-take when I saw the boy on the bed. He looked about fifteen years of age with jet black hair and bright green eyes which I only saw for a brief second. I looked up a Chiron.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"An unknown variable," Chiron replies. "Percy, this is Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione, Ron… Perseus Jackson."

The girl, Hermione, gave me a small smile in greeting but Ron's face stayed impassive and solemn.

"I've already got them up to date on where they are and what you are. These are not ordinary mortals, Percy. They have a magic I do not understand," Chiron warned me. "I'll leave them to tell you everything."

With that I was left alone with three very powerful people, two of which were conscious. I decided to be blunt.

"What's going on?" I repeated. Hermione sighed.

"Perseus, we need your help." She sounded British. "Normally, wizards don't ask help from their demigod cousins, but the situation has gone out of our control. We are no longer protectors of a powerful wizard. At first we just thought that Harry was an elemental, but after a while this didn't make sense anymore, his power grew. Ron and I, as Harry's protectors, were losing bearing over our charge. You see, most friends move around in groups of three, and sometimes four. In a group of three friends, two are protectors over a more powerful third. Myself, Ronald and Harry are an example of this. Chiron told us that your two closest friends are Annabeth and Grover, they are your protectors. As I said before, protectors can't often protect their charges because they become too powerful. In this instance a mentor needs to be found and the only person with the abilities even close to Harry's is you."

I gaped. "Let me get this straight; wizards? You wave around wands and say funny words so things happen." Both Ron and Hermione nodded. "And you want me, a demigod, to train him, a wizard?" They nodded again. "I can't, he's not mine to train, and it's up to Hermes' cabin to train him."

"We know, but as I said before, Harry can control an element, water. Also the demigod son of Hades, Tom Riddle, wants to take over the wizarding world. He is a wizard/demigod and has tried and still wants to, kill Harry. That's why we need you to train him."

"A wizard demigod?" I asked, completely missing the point. "How is that possible?"

"Wizards carry the blessing of the goddess Hecate and it's carried through the bloodlines, so it would be a demigod with the blessing of Hecate." Hermione explained.

I blinked, my mind was spinning. There seemed to be two godly wars on the rises and this kid and I were stuck in the middle.

"I'll do it." I said. And they both sighed in relief. This was going to get interesting.

A/N: Usually I don't like putting two points of view in one chapter but it seemed kind of pointless to put two 1500 words section into two chapters. I don't really like super-short chapters (2000 words or less), and I usually write 2000-3000 word chapters. This story will closely mirror the Last Olympian. It might contain certain aspects of The Lost Hero and The Son of Neptune, these are COINCIDENTAL; I had written most of this fic before those two wonderful books had come out. There will be nothing from The Half Blood Prince, just for the heads up and remember that prophecies can vary on interpretation and all words have more than one meaning. Please don't forget to review!