Author's Notes: I just wanted to mention that two days ago, Friday, was my friend's birthday. Her name is Alyssa and she's the same exact person who I dedicated this story to. Stating that, Happy 16th, Alyssa- again!

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Oh and also, to all of the people who is reading my story, thank you. I really appreciate it.

Anyways, lets begin, shall we? Here's Chapter 1, Happy reading.

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{Chapter 1- The Interrogation}

The irritated Wizard stumbles back, comprehending apprehensively. He scrutinizes the hot headed Muggle with a strange expression knitted upon his face. The stranger in front of him begins to prance back and forth while holding his large hands behind his back as if standing still was suffocating him.

Tilting his head to the right, Harry brings himself to answer the human's query with a question of his own. "How did you know I have a scar?" The Wizard wonders, feeling the lock of hair covering the scar that mostly everyone in the Wizarding World knows about.

"I'm very observant." The Muggle squeaks quickly, clearing his throat afterwards.

Sensing that the stranger was lying, Harry forward his eyebrows, no longer allowing his head to tilt. "Why would you like to know how I received my scar?" Harry ponders, taking a few small steps back.

"No reason." The individual shrugs, halting his odd prancing for a second. "It's just I know someone with a scar, too. A lot like yours actually. And you know what they say, "behind every scar is a story"."

The Muggle glances up from the ground, showing off his annoying smirk. "So, what is yours; what's your story?"

Harry folds his arms over his chest.

"I was in a car accident." He lies, not trusting the person on the other side of the glass.

Silence rips apart the atmosphere, causing the two to become indignant and cautious. Neither one walked close to the wall, both fearing that something bad might happen to themselves. Regret fills the Wizard's veins as anxiety slaps him right across the face; he never should've informed the stranger of his name.

Sure, the stranger looks like a regular teenager but who knows for sure? He could be a follower for 'the one that shall not be named' or something. Then again, this stranger doesn't reek of magic at all. He actually reeks of metal, disgusting mud and salt water. Yuck.

"Percy." A muffled voice echos, stopping Harry's train of thoughts and breaking the short silence.

The Wizard arches his right eyebrow, obviously wanting to make sure that the Muggle before him has spoken. "What?"

"Percy." The stranger exhales, finally revealing his identity. "My name is Percy Jackson."

The corner of Harry's lips slowly turn upwards into a lopsided smile. The Wizard nods his head in acknowledgement, suddenly feeling the ground start to intemperately shake. Books from the old bookshelf begins to fall out as the lights above Harry's head chaotically flickers. The furniture close to him starts to circle around him, making him feel really claustrophobic.

Frightened, his head cranks up and his eyes grow wide. "What's happening?!" Harry questions, loosing his balance and falling face first onto the floor.

"You're waking up." Percy tells him, backpedaling as far as he could.

Harry props himself up from the ground with wobbly arms and even more wobbly glass wall lights up gold, blinding Harry and causing him to fall again. Surprisingly, he lands on his knees for a second time. The Wizard stomach's start to churn as his scar begins to burn.

The Wizard releases a painful ear bleeding scream.

"Don't fight it, Harry." Percy screams over the booming noise. "Let yourself get pulled out of your sleep! Don't fight it."

Right then and there, the Wizard gets shoved into the floor, sending him back into reality.

"Harry!" A familiar feminine voice impatiently shouts. "Harry, come on- we're going to miss the last carriage!"

Adjusting his glasses and clearing his blurred itchy vision, Harry gasps for a breath. The shadow figure in front of him transformed into his mate, Hermione. Once Hermione gathered that Harry is now awake, she pulls her head back so she's no longer inches away from his face and panicky runs out of the train. Harry quickly stands up, appearing extremely overwhelmed.

The surroundings around him become less foreign while the agonizing pain he was just experiencing suddenly disappears, only leaving him with an irritating headache. The Wizard awkwardly clears his dry throat, later licking his unusual chapped lips. He then follows Hermione's trail of invisible footsteps, acknowledging that nobody else is on this train but him. His cheeks turn into a deep shade of embarrassing red along the way.

Stepping outside, unfortunately coming in contact with a large blast of wind, the Wizard sighs in relief the moment he saw his two friends waiting for him. He dashes towards the couple, slowly taking note of his friends frustrating faces.

"Where is the carriage?" The Wizard exhales, trying to relax his rather tight chest.

Hermione scoffs. "It just went off." Ron puffs his cheeks, sending Harry a sympathetic grin as Hermione continues to scold their famous friend. "We have to walk now, I hope you're happy."

"Oi! How is this my fault?- You were the one who suggested I take a nap." The Wizard rolls his eyes.

The intelligent girl shakes her head in the air in a very defensive manner. "Yes, but I didn't mean a three hour one!"

Harry's face paled; he's been sleeping for three hours? It surely didn't seem that long while he was meeting with his, um, dream acquaintance. When he had fallen asleep, however, he remembered it being early evening, more specifically, five o'clock right on the dot. So stating that, he didn't plan nor did want to sleep for three hours straight.

Huh, time sure flies when you're dreaming.

"The more time we stand here, the more time it's going to take for us to get to school." Ron blurts, desperately wanting the unnecessary fuming tension to stop between his friends. Usually, he would be in this situation with Hermione and from experience, he can predict how this will turn out. Harry would lose.

Ron smoothly turns on his heel, licking his lips hopefully once he was positive his friends couldn't see him. He then starts to follow the tire tracks that was made by the carriage itself. Soon enough, his friends stubbornly ignore one another and plant themselves each on opposite sides of the ginger, who suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

The wind begins to howl loudly amongst the trio of Wizards as the bushes and uniquely shaped trees tremble with it. Seeing this happened before, the Wizards took precaution and sprinted down the gravel muddy road. The students arrived at their school ten minutes after they've begun their competitive marathon. Luckily, they made pass the massive double doors before the rain hit their land once again.

Harry bumps into an awestruck Ron, finally noticing the environment that they've spent long period of times in since they were young. Hogwarts is completely rebuilt.

Hogwarts is bigger, better, and holds a new… feeling of magic. It's weird, but it's also kind of refreshing. And, it's really impressive that Hogwarts have been completely rebuilt all in one Summer. But it's mostly weird.

Ron and Harry exchange a knowing look, reading into each other's thoughts. Although the two males agreed with each other, Hermione seemed to think otherwise. Just by taking one look at her face, you could tell she didn't approve of the drastic change. In fact, her face is pink with intimidating anger. Strangely, Harry understands.

"Right this way, first years, we are almost to the Great Hall." Hagrid's voice booms throughout the isle, causing the trio to snap their heads to the left. Hagrid is at the other end of the isle leading a group of curious kids to supper. They must've already had done the necessities and gotten a tour of the castle. The trio runs after them, hoping to not be seen arriving extremely late. Of course, luck wasn't on their side as a fan of the trio had seen them right away.

The little boy's electric blue eyes light up in excitement. He starts opening his mouth, which Ron immediately covered. Harry stumbles back, gazing down at the young boy with confusion shadowing over his own eyes. This little boy reminds him a lot of Percy, despite the fact that this kid has longer hair, different colored eyes, and is younger of course but for some bizarre reason, Percy came to Harry's mind the moment he saw him.

"You guys are amazing, you're my heros!" The kid starts to ramble after Ron has removed his hands. "My mom told me stories about you guys and I just had to enroll myself into Hogwarts. I can't believe I'm actually meeting The Defenders."

Harry's right eyebrow arches up while Hermione and Ron share a look.

"The Defenders?" Harry whispers, awkwardly clearing his throat.

The boy blushes in embarrassment. "Back home… there's this trending thing…. a fan club, sorta- kinda, and the leader of it kind of named you all."

"Oh." Harry contemplates. "Ohh." He and his friends say in unison once they've let the information sink in. The boy's pale cheeks turn into a deeper shade of red, his eyes later averting to the ground.

Hagrid leads the group into the Great Wall and the trio hides between the long robes of the first years while doing so. Ron, Hermione, and Harry sneaks towards their usual table not noticing the younger boy following them. Harry smiles weakly when the boy sat down next to him. Ron and Hermione looks at the boy with a questioning expression.

The younger one seemed to get the message. "Oh, I'm in Gryffindor, too." He mutters, starting to get up from his seat. "Sorry, I- I just thought. Nevermind, I'm going to move."

"No!" The one with the scar blurts, halting Ron's and Hermione's reactions of relief. "You can stay, we don't mind."

The blue eyed boy's face breaks out into a wide grin. He quickly returns to his seat, and the girl next to the first year starts to chat him up. Hermione gives Harry a look which to he responded with a shrug.

McGonagal miserably rises from Dumbledore's throne, wailing over the absence of the beloved Wizard.

"Good evening students." She begins, attempting to calm her threatening tears. "To the old students returning, welcome back, and to the new students, welcome. I'm headmaster McGonagal and considering that each student has already been sorted to their permanent houses, we shall launch our traditional feast much earlier."

Foods of a large variety appears out of nowhere, causing many students to become shocked, who are obviously new, and few to happily gossip. The remaining students just sits quietly, appreciating their new headmaster's effort and sending their unvoiced prayers to the previous one.

"You may eat." McGonagal says, slowly sitting back down on her throne. She then lets out a breath of relief as she just accomplished the most awkward thing ever.

The silence disappears at an unhurried speed, allowing for a train of students to dig in more comfortably. Ron being the first one to eat, as expected.

Wanting to get back to sleep, Harry stands up, unwillingly terminating a few dozen students actions as well as his headmasters dark depressing thoughts.

The ginger throws Harry a bizarre expression. "Where are you-"

"I'm going to head to our room and sleep. I'm not really up for eating. I'll see you lot in the morning." Harry interrupts, already knowing what his friend was going to ask him.

Not waiting for an answer of protest nor a million questions, Harry swiftly turns on his heel and makes his way towards Gryffindor House. He maintains a tight grip on his wand during his journey but loosening it once he made eye contact with the portrait of the fat lady and divulged a very old password in which by the way gains access for him to enter the house.

Arriving in his bedroom, Harry changes into his nightwear, which basically consists of boxers, and climbed into bed, making sure to remove his glasses before falling into a deep slumber once again.

Falling through the ceiling, Harry lands on his bum just as he did the first time around. He yelps in pain, suddenly hearing a thick American chuckle run through his ears. Cranking his head up, Harry embarrassedly stands on his feet.

"That was hilarious. Do it again!" Percy laughs, setting down his bowl of popcorn on the coffee table besides him.

Harry forward his eyebrows, twitching his nose. "Shut it. That wasn't funny."

"Maybe not to you but it is to me. You should've seen your face- priceless!" Percy claps, wiping away the tear from his right eye. Sitting up from his position on one of the couches, Percy turns off the telly and stands four feet away from the wall.

Harry hides his smile, totally giving in to the Muggle's idea of comedy.

"You're covering up your smile." Percy hums victoriously, making the Wizard blush. "Admit it- you found it funny, too."

"I most certainly did not."

Percy shakes his head. "It's okay to laugh at your own mistakes, Harry. We all make them. Plus, it's only human to smile."

Trying to change the subject, he creates multiple questions in his mind. An idea pops into his mind when he spotted popcorn spread all over the floor.

"I frightened you." He smirks, accusing Percy of his evident emotions. "Didn't I?"

This time Harry made Percy blush. "In all honesty I didn't think you were coming back- but yes you did. Happy?"

Opening his mouth, Harry releases a bubbling chuckle. Which surprised him by a great extent. After all, Harry hasn't laughed in a long time. He actually has no clue of the last time he laughed or smiled for that matter. Laughing and smiling to him were so very foreign and unnecessary that he forgot what it felt like- until now.

"Very much so." Harry smiles.

"Whatever." The stranger scoffs, shrugging it off as if it was no big deal. "We should probably figure this-" Percy pauses, dramatically gesturing his hands of the space around him. "- thing out! It's freaky!"

Sensing Percy's need to change the topic, Harry finally drops it. "You're right, shall we get started?"

Percy gives Harry a curt nod, inviting in another awkward silence. However, just like many other silences, this one was broken five minutes after it started. And it was broken by a repetitive patting sound in which Harry recognizes the source instantly; his acquaintance. Currently, Percy is pacing back and forth rather passionately with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. Harry sighs, taking this opportunity to damage his brain in finding a connection with him and a Muggle.

Okay, you must give this some serious thought. What might this muggle mean to you? Why are you bloody connected?

Harry raises his head, hearing no footsteps being made. He then sees his acquaintance standing by the telly, staring above it in deep thought. Harry tilts his head to the side.

I honestly can't comprehend this properly. This is obviously magic put at work but an event such as this hasn't been casted in the past by any types of WIzards. At least, not that I have been informed of or read about. But- really? A Muggle?! That's the most puzzling thing of all in this. Never have I ever even crossed past with this stranger, Percy Jackson, so why on earth him?!

Actually, why on earth me?! Why am I always put in difficult situations?! Why can't it be Ron or Hermione or anyone else on this bloody planet? Ever since my parents were murdered, I've been put under an unwanted spotlight. And it's sickening. And sometimes, I wish I was normal, but normal consists of no magic- and I can't afford a life where magic doesn't exist.

Alright, Harry, you must calm down. Deep breaths.

Percy snaps his fingers, scarring Harry out of his thoughts of vexation. "I got it! It might be far- fetched but it's the only thing that I can come up with."

"What is it, Percy?" Harry queries, having the stranger's name roll easily off his tongue, embarrassed to not announce an original idea first. "What have you come up with?"

"We get to know each other." The stranger suggests, proud of himself that he thought of it.

Harry presents himself with an deranged look. "Pardon?"

"Okay, so we're dreaming at the same time, right? We must have a connection. Yes, we never met and I would know if we did because I believe I would remember someone with a posh accent but there has to be a link. No matter how large that link is, it's there. And in order to find that link, we have to get to know each other."

Percy set's free of an enormous breath after completing the speech he prepared not to long ago.

"Are you positive this will lead us somewhere?" Harry asks, impressed at the idea his partner stirred up.

"No, but it's worth a shot." Percy bluntly responds. "Unless.. you have any other ideas."

Taking Harry's quietness as no, Percy continues. "Great. So, um." The stranger mumbles, pushing a chair towards the wall. Harry does the same, figuring it's best not to weaken his feet. "Let's start with the easiest way to get to know somebody, first; twenty questions. Have you played?"

Harry shakes his head, finally finishing adjusting his chair. "Not once."

"Wow. Dude, you have to get out there more." Percy suggests, not knowing of how much Harry had actually experienced. "I'll go first, then. Uh- oh, What part of England are you from?"

"What- why?" Harry asks, forwarding his eyebrows.

"First, it's my turn to ask the questions and second, because I just want to know." Percy says rolling his eyes.

Harry bites his bottom lip. "Surrey county."

"Huh." Percy buzzes in interest. "Okay- your turn." He says, clapping his hands once.

Harry arches his right eyebrow at his partner's fondness over his name. "What's your full name?" Is the next thing he says, not knowing what question to ask him and curiously wondering if Percy is his real first name.

Percy blushes in humiliation. "Don't laugh." The Muggle dramatically throws his finger in the Wizard's direction, catching Harry''s hidden smirk. "I mean it, Harry."

The Wizard holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay, I won't laugh."

"Perseus Allen Jackson." Percy sighs hesitantly, looking down at the floor.

Percy's name sparked something in Harry, and it showed within the Wizard's eyes.

"Next question." Percy growls, regretting speaking his name. "How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen years old." Harry gulps, wondering how fast the time has gone. "And you?"

"I'm fifteen." Percy breathes out jealousy. "What month were you born? And considering you're just going to ask the same question I just did, I was born in August."

"July." Harry presses, forming his lips into a thin serious line, wondering what question to ask his partner. "What's your family like?"

Percy's face saddens, poisoning Harry with guilt and regret. "You don't have to answer that." Harry expresses with shame filling his voice.

He should've known better to not ask something so personal, but it just came out. Plus, he wanted to know if his partner had lived, and is still living, a better life than him. Odds are he is, and the Wizard is without a doubt jealous of the possibility. After all, Harry is one hundred percent sure that Percy's parents weren't murdered the way his were.

"It''s okay. This is bound to come up at one point." Shaking his left leg, Percy runs a hand through his short neatly done hair. Harry now recalls Percy always moving and never stood still for more than five seconds. And he's thinking about asking his partner about this later on. "My mom and dad have split when I was young. I live with my mom, and my dad, I barely see him. Probably saw him like three times or something my whole entire life."

Harry throws Percy a sympathetic look, knowing the feeling. The Muggle has definitely has it better than him because he actually knows his parents.

"What's your family like?" Percy asks, dismissing the unwanted spotlight.

Harry frowns, hearing his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. "They died in a car crash."

"Oh, I'm so sorry- I didn't know." Percy apologizes quickly with wide eyes.

Harry sighs.

For some odd reason, the guilt in the Wizard's viens just increased. He felt bad for so many reasons but as of right now, he mostly felt bad for lying to Percy about his dead family. Percy, despite hating Harry, had been honest to him about his life and all Harry did was lie. Potter almost feels as if he should inform the real cause of his parent's death but knowing how the average Muggle would react to such ridiculous information he knows that he should just keep his mouth shut on this one.

"Next question." The Wizard said, ignoring his acquaintance frantic nodding. The Wizard purses his lips, contemplating on what he should ask the Muggle. Suddenly, he remembers his thoughts from earlier. "Why are you never still?"

"I have ADHD." He answers naturally, rolling his eyes at his partner's confused expression. "ADHD, for me, is basically like not being able to handle to sit or stand still for a long period of time. Being still hurts and in my case, ADHD is extremely high."

The Wizard arches an eyebrow, surprised at Percy's answer. "That must be annoying."

Percy scoffs. "It is especially when you have a million things wrong about you."

Harry chomps on his bottom lip, sensing the Muggle's frustration.

Maybe he doesn't have it better after all… I should've never been so quick to hate him but I can't help but feel that way towards him the first time we met. He's so over confident, blunt, and way more attractive than I could ever be. I would never admit this out loud, but I have to say that I am a tad bit jealous.

Harry contemplates, thinking that, despite the horrible events that Percy had to live through, the Muggle still without a doubt lived a better life than him.

"Next question." Percy copies Harry's previous demand, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth thoughtfully. Both individuals then sits upright, mentally preparing themselves for a long night of complicated questions.