Note: I'm a full-blown Percabeth shipper, but I just really enjoy writing Luke/Percy in the Harry Potter category. It's a guilty pleasure. So, yes, SLASH, this will be your only warning. It's not even in the summary (because there's no room).

Updated: August 2, 2013


Little Lion Man

Mikkal


It was not your fault but mine

and it was your heart on the line.

I really messed it up this this time.

Didn't I, my dear?


1.

It was not a normal occurrence. Greeks and Romans stayed in North America. The Wizarding World stayed in Europe. There was rarely a crossover unless you included Rome, Italy into the mix, which was the birthplace of the Roman aspects of gods.

Albus Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of the age, stared intently into space, surrounded by familiar magic and Fawkes. This was quite a dilemma, he was not expecting Tom to make allies with such a foe—coming so close to breaking the ancient treaty between wizards and gods, but since this being wasn't a god there was no broken treaty.

He knew of which person to call for this sort of thing, but he was not very fond of the idea. But there was only so much Harry Potter could do. He had the power and protection to go against Tom when he was Voldemort, but he did not have the right power to go against Kronos.

A Titan from the old mythologies, the king Titan who was the son of the earth and sky themselves. The father of Zeus and many other gods, the same father that ate his children because he feared their power.

No wizard could defeat a creature like that, especially not a teenager.

Albus pinched the bridge of his nose. He was never one to call help like this, but he could only think of one place to call—only one being he could call for answers to this.

Camp Half-Blood. Chiron.


2.

"This year," Dumbledore said mysteriously, spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the Great Hall. "We're going to open our doors a little differently this time."

Harry heard Hermione groan next to him and he glanced at her to see her rolling her eyes. "What?" He hissed.

"I'm having painful flashbacks," she said. "Of French women and Quidditch players."

Ah, the Triwizard Tournament. The event that happened last year and provided a shocking twist into this hell he called life. Voldemort came back to life and no one believed him except a few certain people.

"It won't be that bad," Ron assured, the tone of his voice made Harry think he was wondering what was wrong with the French women.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "With Umbridge here—." Ugh, Toad woman. "f—We do not need American's getting in the way, for all we know they're part of the Ministry's plan."

No one got a chance to answer because Dumbledore started speaking again, but Neville was nodding in agreement with Hermione.

"We are accepting three Americans into our school this year from a special school located in New York," Dumbledore said. "Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Thalia Grace," he announced.

The doors to the Great Hall opened and three teenagers walked in. They looked around fifteen—Harry's age—and strangely self-assured, their movements graceful in a way that made Harry a little jealous, their backs straight, and their shoulders squared.

"They will be sorted into Houses as First Years are," Dumbledore said over the whispering murmur that started at the beginning of his announcement and just grew louder when the three teenagers walked in. "Starting with Chase, Annabeth."

Harry ignored the whispers next to him and watched a very pretty blonde walk up the steps. Her hair in Muggle princess curls and in a high ponytail, and she wore Muggle cloths of jeans, trainers, and an orange shirt with a denim jacket. When she turned to flash her companions with an easy smile he saw startling gray eyes and a bead necklace with a ring on it.

She sat down primly on the stool and allowed the Sorting hat to be placed on her head with little

Before long it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Annabeth frowned but hopped off and headed to the table, sitting a few people down from the Golden Trio.

"Wow, she doesn't look very happy," Ron commented. "Where do you reckon she wanted to go? Ravenclaw?"

Hermione hummed a little. "She seems like a smart girl, probably."

"Grace, Thalia."

Thalia Grace scowled as she walked to the Sorting Hat. Her hair was black, short and spikey, and her eyes were a piercing blue. Like the colour of a clear sky. She wore dark jeans; black combat boots, and black shirt, and a leather jacket. Her ears were pierced multiple times and she had a bracelet on her wrist she kept fiddling with.

The hat didn't even touch her head before it shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"I think the hat's been tampered with," Neville said as Thalia sat next to Annabeth, leaving the last American, had to be Percy Jackson, standing alone. "I bet you the Jackson bloke's going to be in Gryffindor too."

"What if they just have the traits for a lion?" Dean Thomas demanded. "I mean, we are the best house."

Hermione snorted. "I'm sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "But I think you're bias."

The two American girls were talking quietly with each other, leaning close.

"Jackson, Percy."

The only boy of the group slumped his shoulders and stuffed a hand in a pocket, the other one fiddling with a pen, as he headed to the stool. His head was down so his wind-blown hair covered his face so Harry couldn't get a good look. He wore jeans and a orange shirt and trainers, a bed necklace like Annabeth except less beads and no ring.

He sat on the stool and let the hat shout, "GRYFFINDOR," one more time.

"Definitely tampered with," Neville repeated, but he grinned.

Percy shuffled over to sit across from Annabeth and Thalia. They all started whispering to each other, completely ignoring everyone else and Dumbledore when he began to speak again.

"Now that, that is taken care of," Dumbledore said. "Let the feast begin!"

He clapped his hands and food magically appeared. The Americans did nothing but blink.

"So, they look fifteen," Hermione said. "They're Fifth Years, have to be. I don't know why they're coming to Hogwarts, it's strange."

"Dumbledore has a good reason," Harry said. "He wouldn't just do something that wouldn't help in the long run. Minus the Toad, since she isn't exactly in his control."

"Percy stop," an unfamiliar voice said, laughter thick. "No, come on!"

Harry glanced over—as did most of the people within earshot—to see Percy trying to shove a piece of seafood in Annabeth's face.

"I'm not going to eat it," Percy said—his voice a little hoarse than expected. "So you take it."

"I'd take it if you hadn't shoved it in my face first," Annabeth pointed out. She snatched the fork out of his hand and threw it at Thalia, who caught it and, almost smugly, ate the food speared on it.

Now that Percy wasn't looking down Harry could see a lean and tan face, and breathtaking sea green eyes that matched the ocean on beautiful days. The only problem, though, was that they looked haunted and shadowed. Like something terrible had happened and he still couldn't believe it-like he didn't want to believe it.