One Harry James Potter sat on his windowsill, overlooking the Little Whinging view. It was July 31st, and Harry Potter's was twelve years old. Finally. He almost hated having a summer birthday, since he couldn't celebrate it with anyone, but this year was especially difficult.

He had just met a house elf named Dobby, and he'd just gotten an warning for an "Improper Use Of Magic" from some woman official. Harry ripped the mail to shreds. He'd been forced to lock Hedwig away, for the Dursleys would sure do it in the worst way possible. They had already put jail bars on his window.

On top of all that, Harry hadn't heard from any of his friends, not even clout suckers. He had a feeling that everyone forgot about him.

Harry recanted. This was the worst birthday anyone ever had experienced.

The evening sun dipped to make the sky dark, except for the stars that illuminated in it's place. Harry was about to fall asleep on the windowsill, when a persistent banging ensued on the window. At first it was small, and short tapping. But then, it got louder and louder. This forced Harry to look down.

There, he saw a brown owl. It was big, twice as big as Hedwig. The owl banged its beak repeatedly, refusing to stop.

Finally, when Harry appeared in the window from, the bird went from knocking to silent. The owl then turned its neck 180 degrees downward and let out a single, chilling hoot.

Then, the owl disappeared. It just flew downward and vanished. This made Harry look down, and there he saw, the boy that had hung with him throughout the school year, one of the many reasons he was alive at this point, Jackson Wheeler.

The boys hadn't always had the same view, hence the argument at the very end of the year, but apparently that didn't stop Jackson from showing up.

Harry opened the window, pushing his face through the bars. "Jackson! How...where???"

"Where? I've been...traveling...learning...as to the how part, well, it's a wonder how we are all alive, isn't it?"

Harry let out a laugh, something that hadn't dared come out around the Dursleys.

"You ready to bust this place?" Jackson yelled up.

"There's no way. My door is locked from the outside, with a key,and the whole house is wire tripped. You'd never get through.

"Who says I'm going in? Pack up all your things, and he ready to jump, eh?"

Harry just shrugged. He retracted his face, and began the race to get his things. He packed quickly but quietly, not wanting the Dursleys to hear a peep. Once Harry had his things, he gave Jackson a thumbs up.

Jackson took up a stance, and swindled his wand in a circle. "You might want to duck...CONFRINGO!"

The whole of Harry's bedroom went up in smoke and debris. Firstly, Harry unlocked Hedwig's cage. Then, Harry grabbed his trunk, threw it down, and jumped out the window. He landed soundly in the soft grass.

From the other side of the house, Harry could see Vernon and Petunia, dazed, trying to make sense of what just happened. Just then, Vernon spotted Harry and his trunk, finally making sense of the situation. "Come back here, boy!"

Harry grabbed his truck, giggling hysterically, and ran down the street, right behind his friend.

At one point the boys had stopped running and started walking. "Are there any stores? We look like Scooby and Shaggy."

"Huh?"

Jackson looked at Harry, and then realization dawned on his face.

"That means we look out of place. You have on PJ's...and I'm dirty and all of that. We look bad."

"Yeah...but who's Scooby?"

"The dog. From the show, The Scooby Doo Show."

"Never heard of it."

"Ok..."

"It's called an outlet."

"Huh?"

"Where we sell clothes. It's called an outlet."

"Good to know."

Harry began to lead the duo, turning down alleyways and through cuts of the city. The boys soon turned down Cobblestone Lane, and Harry led Jackson to a store. "Be on guard, it's kinda sketchy."

"Yeah."

Jackson pulled out his wand, but Harry pushed it back up his sleeve. "We can't use that against muggles. They'll kill us. And we've both already got a warning."

"What did you do?"

"It wasn't me. A house elf broke into my house and dropped a cake on one of my uncle's work friends."

"Not that unbelievable."

Harry pushed open the door, and walked in. He and Jackson selected regular clothes, trousers and a jacket. It was pretty breezy. The boys went to separate changing rooms and got ready. They met at the cash register, and Harry passed the girl there some pounds.

She couldn't be two years older than them. What was a thirteen, fourteen year old girl doing working here.

Jackson lead off. "Ma'am...you look a bit young."

"I am seventeen."

That shocked the two boys. "Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, I turn eighteen pretty soon." Jackson seemed to recognize her thick, Russian accent. It was smoldering, almost suffocating.

"Are you, a transfer? From another country, I mean."

"You could say that. I no need for school. I come for money only." Harry nodded. He guess a retail clerk wasn't a bad start.

"Are you...a Bones?"

"Somewhat. My sister is one. She...she around your age, yes."

Jackson nodded. "Susan."

"Yes, Susan. Susie. Been a while since...well. Ok, thank you for shopping." The girl cut off the conversation, giving Harry and Jackson no choice but to leave. "That...was weird. How'd you know she was related to Susan?" Harry asked Jackson.

"Susan always talked about her Russian half sister. Looked like a model, she said." Harry nodded as the boys exited the store.

"I bet by now the entire NCA is looking for us. How are we going to get out of Wales?"

Their answer pulled up in a blue Ford Angelia. Harry covered his eyes as the bright lights of the ancient car blinded him temporarily.

Jackson's face made a weird convulsion as he must've realized who was getting out of the front seat. It was Fred, and George, but in the backseat...

Was Ron.

August Tenth, 20xx

The Hunting of The Demigod

So far we have been unsuccessful. The half godling can hide pretty successfully. Without fail, we have been able to track it though. Either, we are excelling, or we are being led on. Whatever the case, I will not stop until the blood of this Demigod has been spilled onto the sacred grounds and devoured by the sacred monster. Praises.

Jackson closed the letter to which he had gotten from the body. The girl lay twitching, rolling from side to side, as in a terrible nightmare. Jackson felt like waking her would only make it worse.

Jackson shoved the note into his pocket. He got up, unsure what to do with the girl. For a split second, Jackson turned his back, and that's when he felt the movement of the figure on the ground change.

Jackson turned back to see the girl completely gone. What once had been a nightmarish body was off the ground.

Jackson checked his horizons, not locating the girl at all.

What a shitshow this turned out to be. "I should've picked turnips with Ron."

Jackson was running an errand for Mrs. Weasley. It was simple, he was just going to pick roses out of the field. But then, he found a girl in the clearing, dirty and bruised. He wanted to send for help, but now she was nowhere to be found.

BOOM!

Jackson hit the ground as a strong but lithe figure slammed into him. The girl sat on his side, holding his neck. She wasn't helping him breathe, either. Jackson tried pushing the girl off, but she was stronger than she appeared. Finally, Jackson managed to roll her over and get her hands from around his neck.

"Ouch..."

The girl stood low, poised, ready for action. In her right hand, she held a dagger. From the way it stuck in her hand, Jackson had no doubt that she could wield it with maximum efficiency. He would be sliced chalk before he could even draw his wand.

"...who are you?" Jackson figured that was a good question to ask.

"None of your business." The girl had an American accent.

Jackson started to discern some features about her. Dirty blonde hair (besides the actual dirt), a book bag on her back, and stormy grey eyes. Her eyes seemed active, as if the clouds were moving.

"Where's Percy?" The girl asked.

Jackson frowned. "I don't know who that is..."

"Where am I? Who are you?" Jackson frowned harder at the girl. "Oh, so I'm supposed to tell you my whole life story but you won't tell me your name?"

"What is this place?"

"Great Britain. Specifically Ottery St Catchpole, Or...the Burrow."

"The...burrow? Look, I don't have time for games. Where are Percy and Grover? We were in the Sea of...The Bermuda Triangle, and then we got Grover back, but then something happened...we got scattered...and I got chased by scientists. Called themselves...The Ministry. In robes...and crest, they tried to capture me. Now tell me, what's going on?"

Jackson grabbed his wand slowly, and threw it across the rose clearing. Dumb move, he knew, but he needed to earn the girl's trust. Surprisingly, the girl looked at his wand as he threw it. "You can see it."

"Duh. You're one of those scientists, aren't ya?"

"No. My name is Jackson Wheeler. I am a student at Hogwarts. A school for witches and wizards. I don't know what happened to you, but...you're definitely in England. And I'm not a scientist, so please don't stab me."

The girl slowly lowered her weapon. "I trust you...for now. My name is Annabeth. Annabeth Chase. Since you can see my knife so clearly, the Mist doesn't affect you. I'm...I'm a demigod."

Jackson frowned. "One of your parents is a god?"

"The other one is an architect."

"Wow! That's cool."

"Not as much as you think. In reality, if I'm not at a camp back in America, I get chased everyday. Hundreds upon hundred of my fellow demigods die every year. So no, it's not 'cool'."

Now Jackson felt like an idiot. "Sorry."

Jackson heard rustling from the trees, and voices getting closer. Annabeth started to panic. "Calm down, Chase. It's just my friends. And my sister, Michelle. They can help."

"What can they do for me?" Honestly, Jackson couldn't answer that question. Annabeth walked up to him, having her hand out for a shake. He took it, put she flipped him onto his back, knocking his head onto her knee for safe measure. He heard her footsteps as she ran away. "Be a good little wizard, Jacky."

Just minutes after Annabeth left, Jackson sat up as Michelle came into the clearing. "Always on the ground." She helped him stand.

"Listen..." Jackson was seconds from telling Michelle what he just saw. But something stopped him. He did not know what. "I slipped on some mud is all." "It hasn't rained that heavy since March. Lie better."

Jackson laughed. His sister, more over his best friend, could always tell when he was lying. Jackson had made it an effort at one point to try to disguise his lies, but it never worked.

"Ok, ok, ok, I was peeking at Mrs. Diggory."

"Ew, at least Miss Fawcett had a rack, Diggory is flat everywhere." Jackson let out a comical laugh. He was glad that he had persuaded his professor, Miss McGonagall, to be the overseer on his and Michelle's newfound sibling-ship. She had pushed the documents through, making them brother and sister.

"Michelle! Dinner's ready! And Hermione's here!" Ginny called out.

Michelle grabbed Jackson's hand and pulled her brother along.

"Come on, idiot."