Disclaimer: We do not own the characters or concepts from Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or MARVEL. Those rights go to JK Rowling, Rick Riordan, and MARVEL Studios respectively.

AN: Thank you to all of the reviewers! We appreciate your support.

To the reviewers who asked questions:

To Gilgamesh The King of Heroes: This story will be mostly focused on the MCU plotline, with characters from other books thrown in. This means that Thor may speak of Hercules, but they will very likely never meet in our story.

To Guest: This story has the pairing Percabeth, so Percy and Harry is out of the question. They'll have a bromance, but that's it. As with Harry with Peter, we doubt that will happen. Harry is technically around ten years older than Peter. Even though is body is of an eighteen-year-old, I don't think Harry would feel like it is morally good to date Peter.

This story is co-written by shadowphoenix55. Read and review!

Chapter Five

shadowphoenix55

Harry smiled as he turned the sign on the door to OPEN for the thirty-first time. He had opened his restaurant doubled-as-a study area one month ago, and everything had been going relatively smoothly. The students loved the place, so it quickly became popular amongst them. That meant that the rush hour in The Traveler's Inn was at about four - a half an hour after most schools ended. Students came to study, hang out, and have fun.

Harry was usually very good at keeping wizards and witches from using magic in his restaurant, but there had been one incident a few days previous where one had came in and cast a spell. America's aurors appeared seconds later, popping in, grabbing the wizard, and obliviating the whole room. Harry, thankfully, knew how to not be affected by weak, ranged obliviates, so he could remember what happened. That was why, when the shop closed hours later, Harry put up a ward on the door that would alert him as to when wizards or witches went through it and wouldn't allow them through unless they had Harry's permission.

No one got through the door, that night, - but Harry got a letter from America's Ministry - MACUSA. He read through it all and laughed.

Apparently, the American ministry didn't recognize his household as magical, so his casting on his door alerted them to possible magic by muggles. The letter informed him that American aurors from before had apparently came, attempted to go through the door to investigate, but failed to be able to do so.

Harry sent back a letter that informed the ministry that he was a magical and therefore his house should be recognized as a magical one, the magic he cast wasn't seen by any muggles, because there weren't any in his house at midnight when everyone was supposed to be sleeping, and the American aurors had no right to barge in without permission, so that was why they were kept out.

MACUSA didn't bother him after that.

Four days later, Harry was ready for anything as he turned that sign.

So he thought.

The day started off normally, a few procrastinating students stumbling in and grabbing the nearest book off the shelf. Harry tried to be kind to them, but he really disliked procrastinators, even if he was one himself.

After the procrastinators left to get to school, a few people came in for breakfast. Harry happily served them, hoping to get more customers from the older end of the spectrum. Lunch was about the same crowd size as breakfast, as always. The last late-lunch eater straggled out at three fifteen, giving Harry just enough time to reset before the herd of teenagers came through the door.

Harry was very busy, and when Harry was very busy, he didn't pay attention as much. So that's why he nearly missed the magic aura around two kids.

It was a boy with black hair and sea green eyes just like Harry's glamor and a girl with blond hair and stormy gray eyes. The boy seemed to be struggling over his homework while the girl, who was probably his girlfriend, helped and critiqued him.

At first glance, there wasn't a single thing wrong with the two of them.

Harry was asking for their orders when he paused. There was a strange aura coming off of both of them. A bit like magic, but with some other flare… the boy's aura also felt a bit different from the girl's, somehow. The boy's felt like a powerful surge at times, but not always, while the girls' was quiet, and hard to pick up on. But it was always there, mysterious and waiting.

Harry wondered why his door didn't pick it up, but figured it was probably because of the different auras.

"-Excuse me? Mr. Peverell?" The boy asked.

Peverell was the fake name Harry had been using to go undercover, so he was used to being called it by now. But not too used to it.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, I must have gotten lost in thought." Harry covered, "And please, call me Harry. Mr. Peverell is too formal."

The boy relaxed.

"Oh cool." He said, "that was so weird. You're only like, twenty one, right?"

Harry smiled.

"Something like that."

The truth was, being the Master of Death, Harry's body hadn't aged since he turned 18. He had lived for thirty one years, but his mind and body just stayed in their peak conditions. Harry figured Hermione would say something about his mind being in its early twenties, because that was the peak condition, but Harry honestly didn't care for all of the maths.

"Anyways, what can I get for you?" Harry asked.

"A blue coke, please." The boy replied immediately. Harry raised an eyebrow, "Er- you can do that here, right?"

Harry winked.

"We can do anything here." He said in a joking manner. Percy laughed.

If only he knew the truth.

But maybe he did.

"Lemonade for me." Annabeth informed him, "Thank you."

Harry kept an eye on the two until they left. Their names were Percy and Annabeth. They were 16. When Harry brought out a blue coke, both Percy and Annabeth looked shocked. Other than the blue coke, they did nothing out of the ordinary. They seemed like normal teenagers. They were actually pretty funny - Percy was more comical, while Annabeth was more witty. Harry found himself liking them more and more - sometimes just stopping by their table to say hi. He told himself that it was just to check on the magic-users, but he couldn't lie to himself.

"Thank you for coming!" Harry said as he handed the two their check. As all newcomers did, they gaped at the figure at the bottom.

"Only…" Annabeth said.

"I don't do it for the money." Harry informed them, and Percy and Annabeth looked even more shocked. Harry chuckled.

When they'd handed over the small amount Harry asked for in return, Harry couldn't resist one last parting shot.

"Goodbye!" He told them, "Oh, and Percy - do try not to get food on my book again."

Percy's eyes widened.

"How-" He said.

Harry winked.

"I have eyes on the back of my head." He replied. For some reason, that didn't go over quite as planned - both Percy's and Annabeth's gazes flicked to the back of Harry's head as if to check if he really had eyes there.

"Uh - bye!" Harry said after a moment of silence, and the two left.

Harry wondered what in the world was up with the two of them.

Oh, if only he knew.