Unknown POV
A young boy wandered through the woods, twigs crunching beneath his dirty, white trainers. The recently risen moon reflected his ebony black hair, surrounding it's windswept and unruly behavior in a deep blue glow. His sea green eyes were illuminated in the moonlight. The breeze cascaded across the creases of his grass green T-shirt and mahogany coloured trousers. The woods were his escape, his sanctuary. What is he trying to escape from, you ask? Why, his miserable excuse for a family. Could you even call it a family? The boy's uncle and aunt were a peculiar duo, not to mention prejudice. Ah yes... Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Petunia was as skinny as you come, with blonde hair, flowery clothing and eyes that could penetrate your soul. She also had a neck so thick it looked as though something was trying to break free from it. As for Vernon, well he was as thick as you come, in more ways than one. Unfortunately, he was not as stupid as you'd think. Except, despite his beefy build, he had a thin and stick shaped neck. The boy didn't even want to know how much food that huge moustache could hold... Naturally, the monstrosities don't end there. They treat him like a slave, making him do the chores, cook, clean, even gardening! Although, what he was forced to do was never as bad as his poor older brother... Of course he also has a cousin, Dudley Dursley, the resident pig of the family. He is believed to be an angel, doing favours for the community. Yeah... no, he steals from children (after beating them to a pulp of course) and vandalizes buildings, all the while playing the angel. However, every cloud has a silver lining. His brother and adoptive mother were God sends, and would be the winners of 'Best mother and brother awards' every single year. His brother looked a lot like him, green eyes, unruly black hair, leaving only a few differences between them. A strange lightning shaped scar was engraved in his forehead, which had been there for as long as he could remember. Round black glasses were perched on his nose, and a beautiful emerald green filled his irises. He loved him, so much... His mother, you ask? Sally Jackson, the women of the year-no the century-no, in all of history! Her silky brown hair always waved delicately, with a couple of grey strands added to the mix. Sparkling blue eyes that lit his life, and a kind nature that would make any hard earned criminal start baking Hello Kitty cookies. She had a rebellious streak too, something he'd inherited... His real mother and father he never knew, only their names and how they passed were known to the green eyed boy. Lily and James Potter were kind people, but were unfortunate enough to get caught in a car crash... He didn't want to get started on Smelly Gabe, only that he was a jerk of a 'stepfather'. The boy still doesn't know why Sally married him. Gabe stank, and was incredibly ugly. The boy was staying in England with his brother for half the Summer. Any other time he lived in New York, bouncing around different boarding schools for troubled kids every year. Man how he hated them. These were the thoughts of the young boy as he wandered about the woods, stroking bark after bark.
Harry's POV
10 year old Harry Potter could be seen marching into the woods. Once again, his ghastly 'family' had driven his 8 year old little brother off. Harry had no clue what constantly drew his brother there, only that it was too often. Percy had been gone for over half an hour now, and Harry was starting to feel worried. He called Percy's name, the sound echoing in the intimidating darkness. Harry could almost feel the canopy of trees closing in, slowly trapping his small and skinny body in an unbreakable hold.
'Where could that boy be...?' he wondered.
Percy's POV
Percy Jackson (or Potter, whichever you prefer) Knew he should have been home a while ago, and he suspected his older brother was worried. Probably looking for him too. The others wouldn't care though. As long as he made an appearance by daybreak, those miseries wouldn't have any problems. The woods just seemed so calming that night, so intriguing.
"I should probably head back," Percy muttered. Although, the woods seemed different this evening...
A bright flash sliced through his musings. A strange green flash. Percy began to walk hesitantly towards the awaiting mystery. He stopped when a glowing green being floated in front of him, circling his head and body, leaving behind a trail of clouds. It was seemingly made of a wispy mist, and shaped like a swirling snake. It captivated him, hypnotized him, but not in a bad way. Percy remained fascinated, as he blindly followed the mist.