Percy's POV

Hi. My name is Percy Jackson and I am a half-blood. My father is Poseidon. I was found out about this years ago when I was twelve after I ended up in Camp Half-Blood. It was probably the best thing that happened to me. I was never "normal" and human world. I am dyslexic and I have ADHD. I couldn't accept myself until I realized I was a demi-god.

Something happened to me this month. It all started when Annabeth, Grover and I were going to Camp Half-Blood on a ship because we were on our way back from vacation from Europe. When suddenly when we got back, people were speaking in different accents. What the heck? Annabeth had noticed too because we exchanged glances. Then I saw a sign that said "Welcome to England." Oh boy.

Grover started freaking out, "Oh my gods! We're in so much trouble!"

"Reeeelax, Grover! Everything'll be okay!" I said to make him calm down, but I really wasn't sure of it myself.

"Alright, Percy…" he responded.

"Oh look, there's a train station. Maybe we can find a way our way around here with the train," Annabeth suggested.

"Hmm, I guess we could do that," I agreed.

We were going to travel on the train when suddenly someone bumped into me and I was pushed in a wall. I didn't know what happened at first but I went through the wall! I was astounded. I looked at the platform sign. Platform 9 ¾. This was weird. England was weird. Did England even have a Platform 9 ¾? And how did I go through a wall? I suddenly saw people with weird sticks and black gowns. Then, Annabeth and Grover came right behind me. "This is not normal" I said.

Annabeth replied, "Shut up Seaweed Brain, it isn't normal but neither are we."

I rolled my eyes. "You know what I mean." She smiled and nodded.

Grover came forward. "What the heck do we do now?"

Harry's POV

Hello. My name is Harry Potter. My mom was a muggle-born witch and my dad was a wizard. I am a half-blood because of that. My parents were killed when I was a baby. I can't remember them that well, but they were murdered by Voldemort. I was all alone and ended up having to live with my aunt and uncle and my spoiled cousin, Dudley. I started going to Hogwarts, a school for wizards and witches.

Anyways, something weird happened this month. Ron, Hermione and I were on our way to England from other areas in Europe. We didn't know why it was taking so long to get to England but we thought it was just a slow ship. A few days later we arrived in New York, US. We had taken the wrong ship.

"Oh no," said Ron. "We need to be at school! I bet everyone's already boarding the train!"

Hermione nodded but said, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now."

We got off the ship and looked around. The people looked at us as if we were weird. Still dressed in our gowns, we strolled around. We had to get back.

"Well, since we're here, why not look around. I'm sure Headmaster Dumbledore would understand…" I said.

"I guess," replied Ron. "Can't be much worse." Boy, was he wrong.

We went to a bank and luckily we were able to exchange our euros for dollars. We walked into a shop and bought new clothes. We all could walk around normally now. We took a boat ride and a strong wave hit our boat. The three of us flipped with our luggage's. Scared to death, we tried our hardest to find land. Another wave. We were all wiped out just then.