Harry

Harry Potter was walking down the street, slowing making his way back to Privet Drive. The events of the dementor attack were still swirling throughout his head, and he could only hope that the letters he sent to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione would arrive soon. He didn't think he could put up with the Dursleys' much as the house that read number four came into view, Harry stopped dead in his tracks.

A small way off, laying on the side of the road, was a dark-haired boy who seemed to be unconscious. He had several scratches on his face and arms, and blood dribbling from his mouth- Not an unusual sight for Harry. Very carefully, Harry approached the stranger, out of pure curiosity. For all Harry knew, he could be a Death Eater, but he could tell he wasn't a muggle. For one thing, muggles weren't usually found wounded like this. Especially not in his neighborhood. Besides, he had some aura of power.

With a sigh, Harry decided to help the stranger. After all, what if a muggle found him, and called the police? That wouldn't be a fun situation to explain. Harry thought he could get him into his room, disarm him, then wait until he awoke to tell his story. Figuring that was the best plan, Harry began trying to support the unconscious boy, which was no easy feat. He wasn't exactly light, but he weighed way less than Dudley, so Harry figured he'd manage.

As Harry reached the doorstep of number four Privet Drive. he took a moment to set down the unconscious boy, who hadn't even stirred. He twisted the polished door knob, as to open the matching wooden door. He peeked his head inside, looking for any sign of his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, or cousin, Dudley. Since he saw none, He carefully supported the stranger again, and made his way inside.

Harry thought that dragging the guy across the street would be the most difficult part. Then again, that was before he had tried getting him up the stairs. It had taken Harry one hour, what seemed like four buckets of sweat, and severely aching arms. By the time he got the stranger on the floor of his bedroom, he felt like collapsing and not getting up for a long while. But could he do so? Sadly, no. He still had to wait for the boy to wake up.

Harry sat in silence for a while, letting his mind drift off to other matters. Would he still be allowed at Hogwarts? Even after the dementor attack? Obviously, he had to produce the Patronus Charm. If he didn't, Dudley and him would be soulless, which in his opinion, is far worse than death. Either way, it seemed like he was in a terrible situation. If he didn't go back to Hogwarts, he might be stuck with the Dursleys' even longer...

Harry was pacing his room a few hours later, as the dreadful thoughts were still pervading his mind. This didn't last long though, because a few seconds later, he found himself pinned to the wall, by the previously unconscious stranger. The stranger was ashen faced, and terribly bloody, but he still managed to overpower Harry. His eyes were a sea-green color, that were currently dark alarm.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Harry choked out, causing the boy to release him.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "And where am I?"

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry told him. "We're at Privet Drive, in England."

Percy's face seemed to turn even paler, if that was possible,

"England?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Harry asked, confusion shown on his face.

Percy ignored him, and began walking around the room, despite looking on the verge of passing out. He kept muttering under his breath, in some language that Harry couldn't understand in the slightest. Despite the fact that both of the teenagers were more than slightly confused, they held great suspicion- Harry especially. Not to seem conceited, but he found it somewhat odd that Percy hadn't had even the slightest reaction at Harry's identity.

Almost everyone, if they were magical, mentioned how he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Then again, Harry could hear Percy's American accent, so maybe he wasn't known there? Maybe Voldemort wasn't a threat over there? No matter what the case be, Harry decided that he would figure it out, somehow. Just as he was about to start asking questions, he was interrupted.

"Look," Percy said. "I don't know why I'm here, or what's going on, but I'm leaving. I need to get back to ca-"

However, before he could finish that sentence, crashing could be heard coming from downstairs. Harry opened the door, and planned to try sneaking down the stairs, but Percy had different ideas. He pulled out...A pen? Yes, Percy took out a pen and uncapped it. Harry couldn't see it, but when Percy did so it turned into a three foot, celestial bronze sword.

Before Harry could advise him not to try anything stupid, Percy ran out of the room, and miraculously dodged several blasts of red light, that Harry guessed were the stunning spell. He stayed where he was however, as he figured he would end up getting hit with the spells if he left the room. Percy, when not dodging the spells, reflected them off his sword. Of course Harry didn't know that, though.

When the red blasts of light stopped coming near the hallway, Harry walked out of his bedroom, sighing heavily. He went down the stairs, taking two at a time, and poked his head into the kitchen. He saw Percy up on the table, somehow still conscious even though several witches and wizards were cornering him. Just as Harry was going to speak up, Percy sank to his knees though it wasn't from a spell.

Slightly shocked the magical beings lowered their wands slightly, though they were still on the defensive. Percy's eyes seemed to suddenly have a haunted quality, as he stared straight ahead at the wall, a look of complete horror on his face. He started muttering incoherent things, until Mad-Eye Moody shot him with a blast of light and he collapsed unconscious.

"Harry, explain this," Remus Lupin requested, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Harry quickly recounted the story of what happened, and Mad-Eye Moody growled,

"He's probably working for the Dark Lord."

"Always jumping to worst conclusions," a violet haired witch piped up.

"You should know why Nymphadora," he continued in a gruff voice.

She winced, "It's Tonks."

"So, are we going to get out of here?" Harry asked.

"Almost immediately, we just need to explain how we're traveling," Remus replied.

"We can't Apparate, you would get the blame for it since you're the only wizard in the area," Tonks explained.

"We'll be taking brooms," Mad-Eye Moody grumbled.

"What about the boy?" A wizard who introduced himself as Kingsley Shacklebot asked.

"Take 'em to headquarters," Mad-Eye said. "It can't be a coincidence he was so close to Potter's house."

Murmurs of agreement rang through the room, before everyone started filing out of the house, a few wizards dragging Percy. Harry mounted his broom and kicked off, enjoying the sensation as everyone disappeared into the night.

Author's Note: I know, sucky chapter. In my defense, I wrote this at two in the morning. :P I know that the wizards and witches are kinda OOC, but that's because I'm not as familiar with Harry Potter as I am with Percy Jackson. I apologize for grammar and spelling errors too, as I'm too exhausted to look this over. By the way, if you were wondering, Percy collapsed because he was having a flashback of Tartarus. And just so you know, all of the pairings are normal or cannon or whatever. Bye!