Disclaimer: I do not own either the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson series. Any copyright infringement is unintended. Any reference to other fictional or non-fictional works like books, movies, documentaries and others might occur, although there is no claim established over them. Mentions of real personalities are not considered true. This is pure fan-fiction and is published only for the sake of entertainment.

Warning – Harry has a tendency to swear when he's angry. If you feel uncomfortable or mind it too much, tell me and I'll edit it out.

Listening to – What Time is it? from HSM 2

Words –3571


"Quidditch." Percy said dreamily, holding up Harry's Firebolt.

Harry's trunk had been nearly overturned as he told them more about his world. He could feel his own reluctance, see Annabeth's apprehension and watch Percy's excitement bubble.

He told them about the workings of wizards, education, ministry and Quidditch (of course) in summary and showed them his broom with mildly disguised pride.

"Here it is." Harry said, pulling out a large book.

Sorcery-The Commencement

The large book was mostly in Ancient Runes but there were a few topics in Latin and English. The authors had written about six major theories of the ways magic could have began in humans.

"What language is this?" Annabeth asked staring at the tome. Harry rubbed the title to make the words gleam.

"Oh man, you're still into books, are you?" Percy grumbled. Harry gave him a look before flipping through the pages.

"The name of the book is in Latin. It's mostly in another symbol language called Ancient Runes. I have only a year's learning of the language, but I can read enough of it to understand the some of the hypothesis. The book is about how magic came to be on Earth. Of course, it was very long ago so there have only been speculations."

Annabeth took the book and Harry noticed her grey eyes gleam with fascination. She was clearly attracted to knowledge mainly of discovering new and old facts around her. Basically, she reminded him of Hermione when she had slapped Malfoy, months ago.

"You think there's a connection to how both the Greek Gods and Magic have existed for roughly three thousand years?" She asked, turning the pages delicately.

Harry nodded. "There are no such things as coincidences."

Percy looked up from the Firebolt, " Isn't there a God of Magic?"

"Goddess." Annabeth corrected. "Lady Hecate is the Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft."

"And Crossroads." Harry mumbled taking his book from her and turning past a few chapters. He reached the fifth section and showed it to the demigods.

"This theory talks about ancient deities blessing their devotees to become powerful. It's probably a relation to a God blessing people with magic." Harry said pointing to a picture which looked like a painting of a huge person decked out in dramatic robes standing over a group of people, some of them kneeling, while the giant or God, showered light on them.

"That cannot be Hecate." Percy declared.

"This is just what the artist imagined." Harry explained. "My point is that one of my friends thinks that magic might have simply sprung up from a certain point of existence. If we take this guess, it could be possible that the magic we have is from the Gods. It simply evolved through us mortals."

"It's like the theory of Panspermia." Annabeth wondered, nodding.

"Crockery?" Percy mumbled. He took the book off Harry hands to stare at the painting.

"Panspermia is the assumption that life on Earth came from another planet in the Universe. Now, that's just a theory. Harry, you're friend might be right. I could go back and confirm with Chiron."

Harry sighed and leaned against the wall. "I still can't believe that Chiron is your mentor. He's a legend."

Percy grinned, "He is one cool centaur. But I love his friends, the Party Ponies. They rock!"

"Right." Harry mumbled.

There was a harsh knocking on Harry's door and a boy's voice was heard, "Hey! Mum and Dad want to talk to you!"

Harry got up and at that moment, the door banged open, knocking him in the head again. He fell into his wardrobe behind the door, but then a huge figure stood in front of him.

Oh great. Harry thought, feeling a painful knot on his head.

Dudley had not been happy this entire summer; he had taken to slamming doors and windows, stomping all around the house and shouting at the injustice of his new diet. Right now, his blond cousin stood facing Percy and Annabeth who were seated on the floor.

"MUM! Harry's got a girl in his room!"

Seriously?

"Dudley?! Is that really you? Wow, you grew from a beach ball into a … what exactly are you doing?" Percy exclaimed getting up.

Dudley stared at him. He turned around to see Harry on the ground with a potential concussion. Then his eyes widened.

"MUM?! Harry's got a girl and a boy in his room!"

"Enough." Harry said, pressing his hand on the swelling on his head. The room spun a little, but he steadied himself.

"Hey Harry? How many fingers am I holding up?" Percy said, concerned. There was also a note of amusement in his voice.

"Three." Harry mumbled and looked at Dudley who ran from the room.

"Your cousin?" Annabeth asked. She sounded unsure as though she didn't know what to make of what just happened.

"Yes. Although, I keep think my aunt must have been adopted…" Harry said, pushing past Percy's outstretched arms and walking towards the door. A woman appeared in the doorway and she looked, with wide eyes at the three teenagers.

"What… who are you? What do you think? You can bring strangers into this my house?!"

Her high pitched voice was not helping his headache.

"They aren't strangers." Harry muttered but Percy walked ahead and held his hand out to Aunt Petunia.

"Hello Mrs. Dursley! Remember me?" Percy's voice was absolutely jovial as though he found nothing wrong in the scene. Well, he hadn't changed much.

Aunt Petunia stared at him and then at Harry. She looked dumbfounded as her eyes kept darting in between Harry and Percy, clearly taking in their similarities.

"I'm Percy." Percy said sounding disappointed. "Percy Jackson. I lived next door with my mother, Sally. Come on, you can't forget me!"

Apparently, she didn't. Her eyes grew wide in horror. She stumbled back into the small corridor outside the room and shrieked.

"VERNON?!"

Harry sighed. "Not a good idea, Percy. She's going to scream the neighborhood down."

Harry opened the door wider and saw a something flying towards him and Percy.

The two boys ducked. Annabeth jumped up as a frying pan came hurling above the boys' heads and hit the wall behind them.

"Jeez, now Dudley throws pans? What is it with pans?" Percy yelled.

"Calm down, you!" Harry shouted as Dudley defended himself with a desert bowl. Petunia ran downstairs and stood in front of her son as though trying to shield him.

Harry stared at them until Uncle Vernon came running in huffing and complaining about the distance from the living room to the dining hall.

Harry, Percy and Annabeth watched the Dursleys from the first floor landing.

"Nice family?" Annabeth tried.

"Don't, Annabeth. Just not worth it." Percy said, shaking his head at the display.

"Out!" Uncle Vernon shouted. He ran towards the cupboard under the stairs and yanked it open, searching for something inside while Aunt Petunia kept shouting curses at the three of them.

"You know me! I'm Percy –" Percy was cut off when Harry pushed him and Annabeth down as Uncle Vernon came in view again. He was holding a rifle in his hand. He cocked it and pressed the trigger.

Harry heard Annabeth gasp as the bullet struck the door behind them.

"Get out! Now!" Uncle Vernon scream, stomping up the staircase.

There was another loud 'bang' and the three of them scrambled into Harry's room.

"He has a gun! Gods of Olympus! He has a gun!" Percy said, wide-eyed.

The door blasted open and Uncle Vernon pointed the rifle at Percy's chest.

Harry kicked the door and the frame hit Uncle Vernon hard. The rifle jerked in his hand as the bullet hit the space between Annabeth and Percy.

"You!" The man bellowed and swung the rifle at Harry's head.

Everything slowed down.

Harry had only an hour's sleep in the night. He had spent a long while searching for the book, Sorcery – The Commencent, he had spent most of his energy trying to understand what the theories meant. He had seen peculiar beads around both Percy's and Annabeth's neck. She had more, but the bead with the trident had attracted Harry's attention the most.

He hadn't really understood it at the time, but Harry had prepared to keep an open mind for whatever explanation either of the newcomers would give him. It was a good thing he had.

And when he had dropped off to sleep, he had been struck by a nightmare that most definitely did not seem like one. More like something real.

Voldemort was planning something. Harry couldn't afford any lapse of alertness, now.

On top of that… Gods.

Harry had sworn violently in his head. Gods. Effing Gods were real. They were alive. Of course, you'd think Gods can solve anything, but nooooo…

So, no. He had not had a good night or day. And now, Uncle Vernon was trying to kill him.

Oh, this was turning out to be a fine birthday.

Harry let his magic flow into his body. His father's strength came to him and his skin hardened like marble.

The gun struck his head and broke into two. The shattering caused a jolt to go up Uncle Vernon's arms. Harry grabbed the hands, twisted and kicked him in the stomach.

Uncle Vernon went flailing with a howl, falling backwards. His head nearly missed the banister as he collapsed on the floor with a groan.

"I've had enough!" Harry snapped. "Bolt!"

Bolt jumped out of his chest and turned into a wolf mid-air.

Percy and Annabeth yelled and jumped back towards one of the windows. His familiar stood as still as she could in the middle of Harry's room.

Hedwig flew and settled herself on Harry's shoulder. He glared at his uncle.

"I'll leave. Just like the both of us want. Good riddens, I hope we never meet."

Harry turned to see his room completely packed into the trunk. Bolt shuddered a little and looked up at Harry. Being a very shaggy wolf and coming up to his shoulders, she seemed very large.

Harry looked around the room. Except for the bed, table, chair and wardrobe, the room was completely bare.

Percy was staring at Bolt, a long bronze sword in his one hand and his dagger, Oneroi in his other.

Annabeth had a knife in her grip but she was looking at Harry. Her grey eyes were sharp and she had her guard up against him. The two stood together as though it was a stance they knew well.

"Let's go." Harry said.

He picked up his trunk and Hedwig's cage. Keeping a hand on Bolt's head, he nodded. She swung her tail at the demigods.

The moment they were in contact, Harry felt himself moving in a flash of colours and space. The painless journey was less than five seconds.


Harry stumbled on the ground. Luckily, they had landed on a soft patch of grass and Harry was able to regain his dignity by not getting hit anywhere else.

Bolt shook her entire body as though she were a wet dog.

Hedwig squawked as though she was very displeased with her journey.

Harry heard two groans from the ground and saw Percy and Annabeth sprawled down quite close to each other.

Annabeth's head was on his chest and Percy's hand was over her arm. Harry raised his eyebrows at their predicament.

"Friends, huh?" He asked.

"What?" Percy asked. Annabeth let out a muffled sound of sorts and pushed him away from her, glaring at Percy as though it was all his fault.

Harry simply opted to look around to check whether they landed in the right place.

"Of course we did!" Bolt said in slight indignation.

Daniel's orphanage loomed right next to them.

Harry kicked his trunk and the lid flew open. He grabbed his Invisibility cloak and stuffed it in his jacket.

"What just happened? No lies!"Annabeth said suddenly. Harry turned and saw that she was standing over him with her knife pointed at him.

"Bolt transported us from Surrey to London. Are you missing any body parts?"

"What?!" Percy yelled looking down himself to check.

Annabeth stared at Harry in disbelief.

"Just a requirement." Harry said. Then he looked over at Percy who was checking his hair as though counting each strand. "Percy, you're obviously alright. Stop it."

"Right." He said standing up shakily. Harry frowned.

"Why are you holding a pen?"

Percy looked down in surprise; then he grinned. "Oh yeah, I bet you don't have anything like this."

He clicked the ball point pen and it grew. It grew into the lethal looking sword Harry had seen Percy holding it a while back. It looked bronze like the knife Annabeth had and the daggers Harry and Percy owned.

"Say 'hello' to Riptide." Percy said proudly.

Annabeth sighed and pocketed her knife. Harry gauged the sword. Clearly old but definitely dangerous.

"Mum lets you use it?" Harry asked.

Percy looked a little offended, "Of course! I grew up, Harry."

"I know." Harry said simply. He purposely looked at Annabeth and then back at Percy.

"Uh… is this going to be a yearly occurrence, Harry?" A new voice interrupted.

Harry, Percy, Annabeth, Bolt and Hedwig looked up.

Daniel Potter, Harry's cousin was looking down at them from his perch on the wall beside them. He looked a little taller since coming back from Hogwarts. It was as though the boy grew more in the one month they had not seen each other rather than the entire year at Hogwarts.

"Danny, meet Percy Jackson and his best friend, Annabeth. Percy, Annabeth meet my little cousin, Daniel."

Daniel cleared his throat. "But you may call me DJ. Harry here, just doesn't get it."

"Cousin?!" Percy asked, a little stunned. "Upgraded from Dudley, huh?"

"Famous Percy Jackson." Daniel said, almost singing the words like a chant. "Heard a bit about you. Harry missed you like how a fish misses water. He just won't admit it, right Harry?"

Percy looked quite pleased with himself. Harry glared up at Daniel.

"What?" Daniel asked trying not to grin.


"Seriously?! He actually had a real gun? Whoa. Just be glad Sirius is coming back tonight, or else you're homeless."

Daniel was packing. Again. Like the previous year, Harry was hanging by the window watching his cousin push everything he needed into his trunk. Percy and Annabeth hung outside the building talking in low tones.

Hedwig and Garth, DJ's owl, had already left for the Weaselys a while back, each holding a letter for Ron and Ginny, respectively.

"So… demigods mean superhuman like powers, right?" Daniel asked out loud. Percy nodded while Annabeth seemed a bit more reserved.

"Ron's ready." Bolt said.

Harry nodded and looked towards the others.

"Are you ready?"

"Yup." Daniel said throwing his trunk out the window.

"Yes!" Percy said.

"No! Wait!" Annabeth exclaimed and dragged Percy farther away from them to continue her point on whatever they were talking about.

"Shouldn't you tell someone?" Harry accused Daniel as the younger boy jumped out.

He grinned and shrugged, "They know that I'm leaving tonight. At least, they think I'm leaving tonight. Sirius can pick us up at the Weaselys better than separately at your place and then here."

He then leaned in and whispered, "You sure they're best friends? I mean, she's not like his girlfriend or anything, right? She's pretty."

Harry sighed. "Really, Danny? That's what you think is the crux of the matter?"

"Merlin, Harry. I'm thirteen! By the way, thanks for birthday gift. It had to have cost a lot! How'd you know I would be taking Astronomy, anyway? That telescope must have cost a hundred galleons!"

Harry shrugged. "Your welcome. By the way, it cost seventy two. So don't go on and exaggerate to everyone –"

"I won't." Daniel said rolling his eyes. "I'm not a child. Still, you're an awesome bro – cousin! Great cousin!"

Harry looked away from Daniel. He knew what he had been nearly said. And for a moment, he felt normal too.

"Okay." Annabeth said, announcing. She walked with a purpose towards Harry, Percy trailing behind her like a kicked puppy.

"I don't trust you. How should I know whether you're taking us somewhere safe? I have no reason to put my life in the hands of wizards."

Harry's eyes narrowed. Oh, he did not like her tone. Percy looked a little abashed and Daniel kept staring at Annabeth in wonder.

"Well, Percy said that he's almost ready to go back to your little camp along with you." Harry said as though talking about the recipe of his favourite coffee type.

"For that, you need water. Preferably a natural body of water. I doubt a bottle would do."

Percy and Daniel snorted.

"I, on no condition, am going back to Surrey. There is no water around this place. We're almost in the heart of London. The best place is to go to my friend's home in Ottery St. Catchpole. There a good sized pond near his house and the both of you can leave using that. If you're not sure, we'll help you reach to the coast and you can leave by the sea. And no, I won't hurt you unless you aggravate me."

Harry cocked his head as Percy gave a grin from behind Annabeth's back. Annabeth's eyes told Harry that she was thinking. Intricately. Her eyes were definitely resembling Albus Dumbledore's. Sharp and intuitive. Then again, people said that Harry's and Dumbledore's had the same brilliance even though he hadn't inherited that aspect from the warlock.

Annabeth folded her hands and then looked down towards the small puppy who was sitting on Harry's left shoe. Bolt looked up at her innocently.

"Fine." She mumbled. Percy was almost jumping in his spot. He looked as though he had taken in a substantial amount of sugar or caffeine.

"Right then. Hold on to me."

Percy slung his arm over Harry's shoulder and held Annabeth's hand. Daniel reached for Harry's sleeve and Annabeth, with a little hesitance, touched his arm.

The journey was even shorter than before.

Harry was the only one standing. Bolt gave a yawn and jumped up to his head, settling happily and drowsily into his hair.

They were about ten yards away from the rickety building, a towering structure which was clearly older than everyone who lived in the place.

The Burrow was home to Ron's family, the Weaselys. The best thing about the place was that Harry felt that it painfully reminded him of a home which he lacked.

The door opened and a small red haired figure stepped out. The person gave the group of four teenagers a look before looking back into the house and shouting, "They're here! Damn, Harry's faster than the pizza service!"

"Ginevra, watch your tongue!" Another female's voice echoed from within the house.

"I can't, my tongue's not that long!"

Harry picked up Daniel's and his trunks as he walked up to the house. Daniel waved at Ginny and she saluted back at him. Harry received a glare from her but he didn't bother much. He'd probably never make a better relation between them.

"That is so cool." Percy said slowly looking up at the strange building. Annabeth seemed a little speechless and she spluttered, "That… that's all wrong! It can't stand up like that! How's it balanced? The equilibrium is all wrong! Look, it's leaning towards the side at an impossible angle! This isn't possible!"

Ginny gave her an unimpressed look, "It's magic."

"But it's impossible!"

"Magic makes things possible."

"But the symmetry is all wrong! The top floors look modern while the ground floor looks vintage! You can't combine blocks like that and live in it!"

Ginny raised her eyebrows and said, "And yet, it's standing. It's magic. You better accept it or you'll go mad before you even step into the Burrow."

Annabeth looked a little distressed at the thought of standing inside the building. Percy leaned in and whispered something to her. Her cheeks darkened and she stayed quiet.

"Hi Ginny. You cut your hair again?" Harry said to make her irritated.

She didn't disappoint. "Of course I did! What, you thought my hair stole the kitchen scissors and sheared itself off? I see you didn't cut yours. Planning to grow it and change your name to 'Harriet'?"

"After you turn into a 'Geoffrey'."

"I think she's already done that." A new voice said and its owner came into view.

Ron looked taller again, hovering above Harry and Percy, by at least two inches. He looked a little thinner though Harry knew that it wasn't from eating less.

"Hey good buddy. Heard you were bringing family?"

"Friends." Harry corrected. "This is Percy and Annabeth."

The two who were introduced seemed to be awestruck by the interior of the house.

Mrs. Weasely came into the room and smiled widely. She looked the same to Harry. A little weary but just as pleasant.

"Oh! Hello. We just got your letter."

She pointed towards the window where Hedwig and Garth were eating a few owl treats. Errol, the Weaselys' family owl was inching closer and closer towards Hedwig but she gave a squawk and he flew back a foot.

"You're not muggles?" Mrs. Weasely murmured staring at Percy and Annabeth.

Harry sighed. He had a lot to explain.


How was the chapter? Once I find my edge, things will pick-up, until then… stay tuned!

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