Creating Alliances: Reading the Books 1

The Titan War is finished, but the Giant War is next. Lord Voldemort is on the rise. When three old women known as the Fates and one letter bring two worlds together, can they both survive without killing each other? And who exactly is Percy Jackson?

Disclaimer: I, Bella Frances, do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and all rights go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan, respectively. Only I own the plot line.

Previously:

Before he could answer, a portal appeared on the ceiling of the office, spitting out six teenagers before disappearing again. There was a scuffle of noise before a female voice rang clear through the office. "Ow! Kelphead, get OFF ME!"

Chapter 2: Hello Pinecone Face

Harry could not believe this. Six teenagers lay in front of him, unsuccessfully trying to get out of the tangled heap they had become. Six teenagers he knew very well.

More voices rang out of the pile, each and every one a different tone and gender.

"Well I'm sorry Pinecone Face. It's not like I wanted to land on top of you."

"Jackson, is that a threat?"

"Ow! Nico, that's my leg."

"Grover, stop chewing on my pants."

"What?! I'm nervous!"

"What do you all eat for breakfast, ROCKS?!"

"Wait, I've got it!" Before any of them could react, one girl stepped out of the pile, freeing herself. The heap of once tangled bodies was now split into five people moaning on the floor and one triumphant blonde standing in front of them. Her gray eyes seemed to scan the room, before falling on Harry flashing with recognition. She smiled, and Harry braced himself for the hug. "HARRY!" The other girl's voice spoke, the one they all now identified as 'Pinecone Face'. "Annabeth that hurt and…..wait. Scarhead's here?!" Harry smiled, Thalia was almost like a sister to him, as much as he was annoyed when she and Nico called him 'Scarhead'. He always got back with a well-placed 'Pinecone Face' and threats on transfiguring her back to tree just for the sheer joy of decorating her in pink. "Yes Needle Nose. I'm really here."

Remus was about to chastise Harry about calling people names, especially some strangers but it was too late; the verbal battle had begun.

"Why Four-Eyes, how rude of you. Not even a single hello?"

"A hello for you Bolty-Breath? In your dreams."

"In case you have forgotten, my dreams tend to come true, so you might as well save all the trouble Fly Boy."

"That was a low blow Sparky."

"SPARKY?!"

The blond cut them off with a wave. "Oh stop it you two, all this for single hello? You're even worse when it's Percy against either one of you." 'Pinecone Face' smirked. "Of course we're worse. It takes so much to get something trough all that kelp in his head." "HEY!" Harry snickered.

Now that Remus could see them properly, it was clear that this was a common occurrence. The one they called 'Pinecone Face' was a girl no older than fifteen. She had black hair like Harry's, but shoulder-length and spiky. A silver tiara sparkled in her hair, which did not match the rather gory 'Death to Barbie' t-shirt she was wearing.

The blond she was talking to had curly hair and tanned skin. She looked like the stereotypical California girl, but her intelligent gray eyes marred the image. They seemed to be analyzing you as if they were thinking of the best ways to take you down. They were quite intimidating in Remus' opinion.

There was a boy who looked like Harry except for the fact his eyes were sea-green, he had no glasses and, of course, the infamous scar. He looked strong and well-built, like he spent his extra time working out at the beach.

There were also three other people watching the scene with an amused look on their faces. Remus' heart stopped a moment—the third girl looked a lot like Lily. They had the same red hair (only hers was rather frizzy), the same expression, the same bright green eyes. Remus' figured that the others must also be having a heart attack watching this scene unfold. One quick look at Severus was all he needed to know he was right. The Lily look-alike was wearing a shirt with a man with only one ear- Van Gogh if he remembered correctly. She wore paint splattered pants with little holes on them as if she spent her spare time poking them with a fork. Next to her was a guy who looked like a mini Severus. He was very pale like he woke up from death and he looked like he had seen a lot in his life no other person should have seen. Come to think of it, all of the newcomers (including Harry) looked that way too. The last person strangely reminded him of a goat. Smelled like one too. He held crutches like he needed them for his dear life. He looked about 15 or sixteen but had a bad case of acne and a small, wispy beard on his chin.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Ah, yes. Mr. Potter, if you would be so gracious to introduce our guests." Harry's cheeks reddened; he was so caught up arguing with Thalia he forgot they were standing in the middle of Dumbledore's office. How rude. However, Thalia solved that problem. She walked right in front of them and looked at Dumbledore straight in the eye. "My name's Thalia. Just Thalia." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "And the rest of you are….?" The newcomers stood up and straightened themselves out.

"Nico di Angelo."

"Percy Jackson."

"Rachel Dare." (Hermione gasped at this.)

"Grover Underwood."

"Annabeth Chase." She looked up and gasped. "You must be Albus Dumbledore. I've read all about you sir. You're the most powerful and famous wizard of all time. Defeater of Gellert Grindenwald and you, along with Nicholas Flamel, invented the Philosopher's Stone. Why exactly did you bring us here sir?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Quite right Miss Chase, but I prefer to keep quiet about it. As for your question, we were commanded by three ladies I'm sure Mr. Potter knows-""The Fates." The reactions came in fast. All of the newcomers' reactions were instant: they looked shocked, scared, or a mixture of both. "What?" the blond- Annabeth, Remus remembered- asked. Harry continued. "Yeah. The Morae brought us here to read a bunch of books. "What?"

Now everyone looked confused, except for Annabeth and Hermione who looked delighted at the prospect of reading new books and Ron who looked horrified at it. "Ok. So what are the books called?" McGonagall peered over Dumbledore's desk. "They are called Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif, Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters, Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse, Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth, and Percy Jackson and The Last Olympian." The sky rumbled. By the end of her speech, almost all the newcomers and Harry were reduced to tears, clutching their stomachs as they laughed. Only Percy looked disgruntled at this, Annabeth and Nico only looked amused. "They have books about me?" Annabeth kissed his cheek. "You heard the Fates. Let's start reading." With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore made three sofas appear out of nowhere. "Let's start reading."

Minerva took the first book and opened it, only to drop it in surprise. "I can't read this! I don't even know what this is!" Remus took the book from her and peered at it. "It's seems to be in Ancient Greek, a very old version of the Modern Greek. They don't even teach this in Ancient Runes." He looked around the room. "Does anyone here read Ancient Greek?" All the newcomers except Grover and Rachel raised their hands. Harry stood up and took the book from Remus. "Just let me read it." He walked back to his respective spot in the couch. The wizards were surprised; since when could Harry read Greek? He didn't even take Ancient Runes. Harry cleared his throat, interrupting everyone from their thoughts. "Ok, let me begin. Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief. Chapter One. I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher….."

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It just boggles my mind. If you look at my first chapter closely, I never put 'comments between the flow of a copied story'. I simply put random thoughts the character could be thinking between dashes and parentheses. I mean, the characters are ADHD also known as 'Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder'. Which mean they get distracted easily. Which also mean I am obliged to do this. My announcements are also below the story, which means it is separated from the story just on the same page. Also, what's this rubbish about copying from a previously published work? This is Fanfiction. Where we post our own versions of previously published work. This is just a bluff. I mean, if this was actually enforced, there would be no stories on this website. It just like a yard with flowers. Some people can come and say how pretty the flowers are or how good they smell Some people can comment on it, like 'The flowers are blue'. Some people can say they don't like the flowers. That's ok with me. But Critics United is like a bunch of people starting a useless rally trying to get you to remove your flowers because they don't like it. This is my yard. I can plant my own stories. Fanfiction is like an entire subdivision or a village. Go look at your own flowers. I mean, is this about my comment on Spike Trap's story? Cuz it's true you know. By the way, I suggest you check her/his story out. It's called Reading Harry Potter and the Lightning Thief and it's absolutely brilliant. I hope it's finished soon though.

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