James didn't't have a clue how he'd gotten here.
He remembered coming home for Christmas Vacation from Hogwartz, and wanting to go upstairs and take a nap.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was all the sudden standing in the middle of a crowded sidewalk, still in his jeans, his gray hoodie, and his black vans.
Huge buildings surrounded the 16 year old boy, and people rudely pushed past him, muttering under their breath.
He decided that he needed to figure out where the hell he was.
Fast.
He began to walk in the direction the crowd was going, which lead him to find the sweet little coffee shop, in which he plopped down in a booth and rested his head in his hands.
It felt like a mallet was pounding repeatedly against the inside of his skull.
"Excuse me?"
He looked up to see a woman looking at him, concerned.
"Er, hi. My name is Annabeth Chase, and I couldn't help but notice... Are you lost?" She asked, sitting down in front of him.
"Yeah... mind telling me where I am?" He asked.
She seemed a bit surprised at his accent.
"Your on 6th street."
He became confused. 6th street?
It must have shown on his face, because she raised an eyebrow and said, "New Yo"rk? You know. The Big Apple?"
His jaw dropped.
New York? How the hell had he gotten her.
"Like the New York in America?" He asked.
She nodded slowly.
"Are you okay?"
Then something clicked in his brain.
Annabeth Chase.
Where did he know that from?
Wait...
Bloody hell.
"Wait, wait, wait. Annabeth Chase? Like Percy Jackson's girlfriend?" He asked, disbelievingly.
"Er, wife now. Do you know him?" She asked.
"No, but my dad does."
James but his head in his hands. Unbelievable.
"Your dad?" Annabeth asked confused.
James looked up at her.
"Harry Potter."
