Hey, HerbertTheOwl here! I love these HP/PJO crossovers so I decided to make one myself! I know its over done, but this is told from the POV of a minor character. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson, all rights belong to their respective authors.

A coincidence is a chance meeting or happening. For example, meeting your best friend on whilst on vacation and finding out you are staying in neighbouring cottages is considered as a coincidence, unless, of course, it was just a surprise planned by your parents. Unfortunately, for demigods, things were never just a coincidence. The chance pf something being a coincidence for them was about as likely as Thalia Grace wearing a dress... Confused? I'll start from the beginning. Not the literal beginning, because that would take forever to write. What I mean is I'll start from where this story begins.

My name is Will Solace. I'm a ten year old son of Apollo and an all year camper at Camp Half-Blood; I had been for three years now. Camp Half-Blood is the only safe place for half-bloods, half-god, half-human, that is, or demigods as we were more commonly called. Camp's got a whole bunch of cool activities like the lava wall and the arena. But my favourite by far is the archery range. I guess that makes sense, seeing as my father is the god of Archery. Our camp director is this really grumpy guy called Mr. D, or Dionysus. Yes, the God. Wondering why he's here? Well, long story short, he got in trouble with his dad, Zeus, for chasing an off-limits nymph, twice. Zeus punished him by sending him here to do 200 years of service as well as banning him from drinking wine. So, naturally, Mr D was always annoyed and hated all of us.

So, anyways, I was sitting on my bed, on the brightly coloured Apollo cabin, tuning my guitar. My eldest sibling, Lee Fletcher was at a counsellor meeting, and Michael Yew, second in command, was, along with most of my other siblings, having ancient greek lessons. The reason I wasn't with them was because I was in advanced greek because I was a year rounder whilst everyone else went home for school, except for Lee and Kayla. Speaking of Kayla, the door of the Apollo cabin swung back violently, threatening to break off its hinges. My sister rushed in, soaking wet and grinning like a madwoman. She spotted me and ran over, forgetting to shut the door. "hey, Willie-Baby!" She exclaimed before pulling me into a hug. I rolled my eyes and said, "What do you live in, a barn?" Kayla drew back and frowned at me, "What- Oh!" She turned round and noticed the door swinging wildly in the wind. Zeus must've been in a bad mood. Kayla bounded over and slammed the door and then proceeded to climb up onto my bed and kick back, very nearly knocking me off. From first glance, you wouldn't think Kayla was a child of Apollo since we mostly had blonde hair, blue eyes and a tall build. Kayla, though, had jet black hair that she kept in a pony-tail and hazelnut brown eyes. She was small for her age. In fact, she was smaller than Toby who was eight whilst she was fourteen. "Get off my bed, Kayla." I told her. Kayla sat up and pouted, "Aww, why?"

"Because you're making my bed wet." I replied, setting down my guitar. Kayla smirked at me, "I think that was just you last night!" She snickered at her own joke and I sighed. I'd walked right into that one. Kayla stopped laughing and sat up to stare at me, "Why do you always have to be so serious all the time? You're only ten!" She asked. I sighed again, choosing to ignore her question, but, unfortunately, Kayla persisted, "Why do you have to be so boring? Why don't you join in with the fun? why-" Luckily, before I did something I might regret, there was a knock at the door. Saved by the bell... or, rather, save by the knocking at the door. I jumped off the bed and opened the door to find Thalia Grace standing there. Remember me mentioning her earlier? Good, or not good, depending on how you answered. Thalia Grace was the daughter of Zeus. She was a year older than me and one of my best friends. Her hair was spikey black and she had electric blue eyes. Never, and I mean NEVER get on her bad side, unless you wish to die. One way of getting on her good side is by never playing any pop music, like One D, Justin Bieber, Rihanna, etc. This was why we got along so well. "Will, Chiron wants to speak with you. Come on." I grab my jacket, put it on and head outside, closing the door behind me with a wave to Kayla. Thalia and I chat as we make our way to the big house. We walk inside. The council meeting is still going on. Thalia takes here seat leaving me standing, unsure of what to do. Chiron spots me and smiles, "Ahh, William, you're here. Please take a seat next to Lee." I do as he says, slightly annoyed by him calling me William as he knows I despise the name. As I sit down Lee glances at me and smirks "Hey, William." He grins. I scowl at him and turn my attention to what Chiron is saying. "Now, you may be wondering why I have brought some younger demigods here. Lady Hecate has requested we transfer a few demigods to Hogwarts; an English school for witchcraft and wizardry." Murmurs rippled across the room as I tried to wipe the grin off my face that had appeared as soon as Chiron had said 'Hogwarts'. I couldn't help it. It sounded like a pig disease. Then Earl from Athena spoke up, "But why now? Why didn't Hecate ask this before?" I glanced over at him and noticed Annabeth for the first time. "Because trouble is stirring and we think that Voldemort, an evil wizard threatening to destroy the wizarding world, my have made an alliance with... Luke Castellan. The mutters started again and everyone looked unsettled by this. Especially Travis and Connor, who were sitting with their head counsellor, Chandler, because Luke was their older brother. I should probably explain. A year ago, a son of Hermes named Luke Castellan let a hell-hound loose into camp, setting it upon newcomer son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson who had no idea what was going on. After, Luke left camp with a group of other demigods and continues to cause trouble all over America. The reason for all this? He was bitter. He hated all the gods, especially Hermes because he said they didn't care. What I want to know is how the Hades he thinks this makes his senseless slaughter of demigods and attempts to overthrow the gods and plunger America into chaos justifiable. "So why are you sending younger demigods, then?" Beckendorf asked. "Harry Potter." Chiron replied, everyone stared at him confused. He carried on, "More commonly known as 'The Chosen One' or 'The Boy Who Lived' because, as a baby, he survived against Voldemort. Your job is to protect the boy from Voldemort's inevitable return. He is starting his first year at Hogwarts this September, meaning he is 11-12." "Wait," I say, "So why am I here? I'm a year too young!" "You can pass as eleven, and so can Connor."

There were seven of us going; Clarisse, Thalia, Percy, Annabeth, Travis, Connor and I. Naturally, we had to fly to England. I was fine with that but Percy and Thalia weren't too thrilled. See, Thalia was afraid of heights which was ironic, really, seeing as her dad was god of the sky and Percy was a son of Poseidon so him and heights didn't go well together. As we sat on the plane (in first class, of course!) we talked about hogwarts. "I'm going to feel like a right idiot brandishing a stick about in battle." Clarisse groaned. "Same" Thalia agreed, "Don't know why they can't just use their hands, like Lou Ellen." At this, Annabeth looked up from her book about architecture and, using her extensive knowledge of everything, she explained why, "They couldn't use their hands as their magic is a weakened version of Hecate's because many of them are only legacies, or they've been blessed, so they have to use magical items to both enhance their magic, and to harness it because without a magical item they wouldn't be able to tap into and control their magic." We all stared at her. Annabeth glowered at us before returning to her book. "Wow, "Percy said, "I feel like I've just eaten a dictionary." "She wasn't telling us the meaning of a word, Kelp head!" Thalia said rolling her eyes. Travis pretended to clutch his head in pain, "Too. Many. Words." He said dramatically and collapsed in a heap. Connor nudged him with his foot, "Annabeth, I think you killed him." Percy and Thalia started cheering and Clarisse said, "Thank the gods for that!" I grinned, "We need to find a place to dump his body." Travis sat up and pouted at us all, "You guys are mean!" He climbed back to his seat and pretended to sulk. We sat in silence for a few minutes and then Annabeth tore herself away from her book, "The thing that worries me the most is that everyone will stare at us because of our American accents." "We'll just tell them to go fuck themselves." Thalia said loosely, leaning back in her chair. Percy fake-gasped, "Thalia Grace, did you just swear?" "Yup. What of it?" Percy shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, "I thought better of you Ms. Grace." "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. Also stop using my surname, or I'll strangle you with a fishing net!" Percy just smirked at her and we lapsed into silence once again. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. It was mostly like this for the rest of the journey.

So, did you like it? What can I Improve on? Thanx for reading and remember to review, like and favourite!
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