Hey! New story and I am so happy! The updates on this story will be a little slow because I am also writing a book as well as working on my other FanFiction the Thirteenth Olympian (Percy Jackson). I hope you enjoy because I am honestly going to have sooo much fun writing Percy. Also the more reviews the faster I update because reviews encourage me to keep going. Jesus loves you and I hope you have a great day - therandomslytherin

Percy POV

I was running down to the road by the edge of Halfblood Hill. It was the first time in a long time I was scared. Apparently, an adult had been seen fighting a monster with colored light. I didn't know who he was but still, any demi-god we could save was the better.

I finally reached the border when I saw what he was fighting, the minotaur. I walked down and called, "Hey, bull face."

Now I know what you are thinking, Percy, that's stupid. Well, welcome to my life sweetheart. I am about to go down there when I hear the mystery man say, "I didn't want to do this but here I go."

He held up a stick, A STICK! I would have laughed if his life wasn't in danger. The minotaur seemed to have a similar idea as he began laughing as well. I was about to walk down there when the man waved his stick and shouted something along the lines of abracadabra. I bright green light shot out of his wand and hit the man-bull, killing him instantly. He was gold dust before he could even blink an eye. I walked down to the guy, beginning to take in more details about him.

He had dark black hair that looked as unruly as mine, and that in itself is an accomplishment, especially these days. He had green eyes just a different shade. His were closer to an emerald while mine were sea-green. He looked thin and a little scrawny. From his posture, I could tell he had been through a lot. He looked like he was in his young forties, about fifteen years older than me. He looked like he could be my older brother. Nothing seemed off about his appearance till I saw an oddly shaped scar on his forehead. Did it look like a lightning bolt? Huh.

I walked up to him to ask his name when he stopped and murmured something. I thought he said, where am I, but I couldn't be sure. When I finally reached the man he held out his hand for me to shake. I stuck mine out, unsure of the weird greeting. Normally demi-gods are yelling at us to get them someplace safe or quiet and looking down at the floor. Others have adrenaline pumping and then they would run-up to the camp boundaries. But this guy, nope. He greets me with a handshake.

When we grabbed each other's hand we felt someone appear right beside us. He instinctively pulled out his special stick and I pulled out Riptide. So much more badass than a stick I thought in my head. When we saw who it was I let down my weapon, he kept his raised. I could tell he had been through a lot by the way he kept a firm grip on the stick.

"Who are you," he asked, kinda rudely to the goddess. Not that I would care about Hera at all though. I was worried about the poor guy.

"I am Hera, Queen of Olympus," she said, almost kindly.

At this point I was in shock, Hera of all people was being nice to a stranger. The guy jerked his head to Hecate as to ask, what about her?

"I'm Hecate, goddess of Magic."

The guy's mouth dropped at the word magic. He slowly made his way into a bow but was stopped by the goddess.

"You have done much for the community Mr. Potter. It is I who should be bowing to you."

I thought that they were just empty words but what happened next surprised even me. She bowed, to a mortal! I couldn't believe it, no god or goddess ever bowed to a mortal, not even to me. Who is this Potter guy?

Potter shook his head lightly as if to decline, but he didn't say anything. The goddess nodded their heads to each other, stole a glance at me then disappeared. I turned to look at Potter but found that he was already looking at me.

"Who are you," he asked.

"I'm Percy Jackson," I said, maybe a little too smugly.

Harry POV

"I'm Percy Jackson," he said as if I was supposed to know who he was. I had just been dumped in New York City, had my memory erased, and then sent to find Half-Blood Hill, whatever that was. I only knew that I hadn't been obliviated because I remembered some things about the world I was from. I knew I was a wizard, I knew spells and shit, but I had no clue where I was from or really why I was here.

I looked at Percy and said, "I am Harry Potter."

He just nodded then started to mumble to himself. Who is this dude I thought? And why does he look so much like me? I was about to ask him where I was when he asked me a question first.

"Are you a demi-god," he asked.

"A what now?"

"A demi-god, half-god, half-mortal," he said, sounding slightly annoyed.

"No, but I think that I am a wizard," I said, sounding rather hesitant.

"A wizard, like one of the Hecates?"

I simply shrugged. I knew that she was a goddess, and her domain was magic but besides that, I knew nothing. He sighed then beckoned me to follow him. We walked past a pine tree which he said were the camp's borders. There were a golden dragon and about a hundred cabins. There was an arena, campfire, a really weird climbing wall, and a bunch of other cool stuff I can't remember.

We were walking towards a large house when someone called out to Percy.

"Seaweed Brain," they yelled. "Who's the new guy? He looks too old to be a camper." A girl with short blond hair and striking grey eyes was walking towards us now. She looked to be the same age as Percy, mid-twenties.

"Hi Annabeth," he said, sounding slightly annoyed. "His name is Harry Potter."

Annabeth, I think was looking me over, probably checking me over for any threats. When she didn't find any she looked over to Percy with a look of concern plain in her eyes.

"Take him to the Big House," she said.

"Don't worry, that's where we were headed," Percy said while rolling his eyes.

Annabeth started to run away when she yelled over her shoulder, "don't forget, you have to coach the Poseidon cabin during capture the flag!"

Percy rolled his eyes once more than continued to walk towards the Big House.

"That's my wife," he said endearingly. "I love her to death but she can be a bit much sometimes. Especially now that she's pregnant." His face broke out into a huge smile after that as he went into his world.

"How old are you guys?"

"27," he said shortly. "You?"

"40"

Percy POV

40, this guy was 40! What is wrong with him? Why is a forty-year-old walking up to camp? I had so many questions but we had just arrived at the big house. Mr. D and Chiron were sitting outside playing a new game when Chiron turned to greet us.

"Percy, why hello," he said to me. "And who do you have-" He stopped for a moment as if in complete shock. "Mr. Potter," said. "It is an honor to meet you."