Percy lay on Harry's bed staring into space, wondering what the other campers would be doing at this moment.

Clarisse would be dumping the new kids' heads in the toilets, Silena would be chasing Annabeth around begging her to get a makeover, Grover would be playing his reed pipes to the strawberries with the other satyrs, and Travis and Connor stool would probably be pickpocketing the camp store. Percy wondered if anyone would be looking for him, if anyone really cared. As if to answer his question the door slammed open, instinctively, Percy reached into his pocket for Riptide, thank the gods it was there.

Percy felt a fist bury itself into his stomach, and another, and another.

"Where-were-you!" said a girl's voice, "Chiron-said-you-were-dead! Never-do-that-again!"

"Woah, ouch, Annabeth? Ouch." said Percy, flabbergasted. "Hey, ouch, stop that!"

Percy countered the next punch and suddenly Annabeth was in his arms. He was surprised to see she looked almost to tears.

"Don't you dare leave camp without telling me, ever again." she said, her voice cracking in the middle.

"It wasn't my fault, some old man transported me here."

"You could beat the god, Ares, but not some old man?" said a boy's.

"Grover!" said Percy, grinning, "Hey, man, so not my fault. I was caught off-guard."

Percy saw Grover roll his eyes. He was heading for Grover, letting go of Annabeth, but he felt her hand grip his. Percy blushed, but Annabeth merely said, "You are NOT leaving me again Seaweed Brain."

"We have to get back to camp, Clarisse needs someone to make puns to." said Grover, "Really, her mood is getting pretty… oh I don't know. Explosive?"

Percy grinned and was packing his bag, when the door opened once more to reveal Harry James Potter.

"You can't leave." said Harry. Percy laughed, "I hate you, you hate me. Why can't I leave?". Annabeth glanced at Percy, as if wanting an explanation, Percy glanced back sending a silent message: Later.

"Because-because Dumbledore said you're not a demigod or whatever, you're a wizard." said Harry, Percy noticed his voice was rising. Just then, a loud groan was heard from the window. Percy looked there to see a canopy blue car, hovering over mid-air. Inside were three people, all having flaming red hair and freckles splattered over their face.

"Is this an ambush?" asked Annabeth, unsheathing her dagger. Percy shrugged tensely, Riptide was already in full sword-mode. Grover had his reed pipes on alert.

"Woah, Harry, you sure have some heavily-armed friends here." said one of them.

"Yeah, what's with the bronze swords? Although I highly doubt the pipes will do anything." said another.

"Pack-up, we haven't got much time." said the last. Harry nodded, took out a trunk and stuffed some weird things in it. A stick, robes, cloak, books, hat… Percy bit his lip. He felt like he was going to laugh, until he saw Harry packing his stuff too.

"Wait, why're you packing my stuff?" asked Percy. "I'm not coming."

"Oh yes you are, young man." concluded Sally Jackson from the door. "Annabeth, Grover, come here this instant. Percy help Harry."

"But Mrs. Jackson, Percy-" said Grover.

"Can't." said Annabeth. Percy nodded his head in agreement, but when he locked eyes with his mother, he knew she wouldn't take no for an answer. Percy sighed and threw his duffel into the trunk of the floating car. Annabeth looked close to tears, which was not like her.

"I'll be back." Percy mouthed from the car.

"I know." she mouthed back. Harry was grinning.

"Write to me, Perce. See you!" yelled Sally Jackson. Percy nodded, he felt his eyes watering. He knew Hogwarts would never be his real home, Camp Half-Blood would. He'll get back home… with mom and his friends.

'And Annabeth…' he thought.

And Annabeth

Okay, sorry for the mushy-ish chapter. Unless you guys like Percabeth. Fine then.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (c) to Rick Riordan

Harry Potter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (c) to JK Rowling

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