Hey Guys. Welcome to my story

This is a Hp and PJO crossover.

Important Thing: Percy was born in 1978.

Any improvements are welcome. Yes Guys, Help me out please. This is my first proper story, and I intend to make it longer, and finish it, so all reviews are welcome.

I do Not Own Harry Potter and Percy Jackson. I do not own any JK Rowling and Rick Riordan art. I only own the storyline. All copyright reserved.

Here lies the first chapter,

Voice/Speaking is represented by "Fate".

Thinking is represented by"Fate".

Goblins/Magical Creatures Speaking are represented by "Fate".

Flashbacks/Memories are represented by "Fate".

Spells are represented by "Fate".

Parseltongue is represented by "Fate".

Prophecies are represented by "Fate".

PROLOGUE

Manhattan, New York, 1978

"Don't leave me" Sally Jackson's voice tore through her apartment as wet tears fell in her lap.

"You knew this time would come. Zeus has noticed my absence in Atlantis."

"But... what about Percy? "Sally asked hopefully.

"Monsters will come after him. His smell would attract monsters. He will be safe till he reaches seven." Looking up at Sally, he said.

Sally looked into Poseidon eyes and knew what she'd have to do. "I shall take him far..far away."

"No need for that. I can build you a palace by the ocean. Amphitrite would never find out."

"But I don't want that. I shall take him to Europe."

"As you must. ", looking down on his son's chubby face, he kissed him on the forehead," Stay safe son. No matter what happens, remember you are a true son of the Sea God". Poseidon looked directly at Sally's and said with dedication " Sally, you must train him. There will be no monsters in Europe, but he will return to his father, one day. "

"Take this, love" Poseidon handed Sally a pendent and a watch.

"Give this to Percy, Tell him its a gift from his father. Tell h h him "sobs threatening to break from his eyes ,"that his father loves him. When he turns 7, tell him to open the pendant, and say, " What belongs to the sea, will always return to the sea."

"Farewell, my love," said Sally, to Poseidon as their lips smashed for one last heated kiss before Poseidon was gone, and all that was left was the a lost mother with her son, and the smell of the sea.

Godric's Hollow, 31st October, 1981

The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins wad- dling across the square, and the shop window covered in paper spi- ders, all the tawdry Muggle trapping of a world in which they did not believe. . . . And Lord Voldemort was gliding along, that sense of purpose and power and rightness in him that he always knew on these occasions...Not anger...that was for weaker souls than he ... but triumph, yes...He had waited for this, he had hoped for it...

"Nice costume, mister!"

He saw the small boy's smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face.

Then the child turned and ran away. . . . Beneath the robe be fingered the hand of his wand . . . One simple movement and the child would never reach his mother . . . but unnecessary, quite unnecessary. . . .

And along a new and darker street he moved, and now his destination was in sight at last, the Fidelius Charm broken, though they did not know it yet. . . . And he made less noise than the dead leaves slithering along the pavement as he drew level with the dark hedge, and peered over it...

They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amuse- ment of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist...

A door opened and the mother entered, saying words he could not hear, her long dark-red hair falling over her face. Now the father scooped up the son and handed him to the mother. He threw his wand down upon the sofa and stretched, yawning...

The gate creaked a little as he pushed it open, but James Potter did not hear. His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open.

He was over the threshold as James came sprinting into the hall.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off !"

Hold him off, He laughed before casting the curse...

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light filled the cramped hallway, it lit the pram pushed against the wall, it made the banisters glare like lightning rods, and James Potter fell like a marionette whose strings were cut….

A strange grey mist clouded the room, and the next few minutes were hidden to all but Lord Voldemort himself, or so he thought….

He could hear her screaming from the upper floor, trapped, but as long as she was sensible, she, Lily Potter, at least, had nothing to fear. . . . He climbed the steps, listening with faint amusement to her attempts to barricade herself in. . . .

Her pathetic attempts to escape the house. . . . How stupid they were, and how trusting, thinking that their safety lay in friends,

He forced the door open, cast aside the chair and boxes hastily piled against it with one lazy wave of his wand . . . and there she stood, the child in her arms. At the last sight of him, she dropped her son into the crib behind her and threw one of her arms wide, as if this would help, as if in shielding him from sight she hoped to be chosen, she held the wand in her hand, yet she knew she no resistance would save her fate,

instead. . . .
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl . . . stand aside now."
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead—"
"This is my last warning—"
"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy...Not Harry! Not Harry! Please—I'll do anything"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"

He could have forced her away from the crib, but it seemed more prudent to finish them all...

The green light flashed around the room and a strange grey mist clouded the room again. The child had not cried all this time. He could stand, clutching the bars of his crib and he looked up into the intruder's face with a kind of bright interest, perhaps thinking that it was his father who hid beneath the cloak, making more pretty light, and his mother would pop up any moment, laughing...

He pointed the wand very carefully into the boy's face. He wanted to see it happen, the destruction of this one, inexplicable danger. The child began to cry. It had seen that he was not James. He did not like it crying, he had never been able to stomach the small ones whining in the orphanage—

"Avada Kedavra!"

And the child's eyes turned grey,

And then he broke; Lord Voldemort was nothing, nothing but pain and terror, and he must hide himself, not here in the rubble of the ruined house, where the child was trapped and screaming, but far away . . . far away ...

3rd November,Somewhere in London

Sally Jackson was tired. Tired of moving aimlessly through Europe, hoping - no needing - a miracle- something that would wash away her worries, squash her fears. Oh, how she wished she was till in his loving embrace, feeling as though no one existed but Poseidon and her. But no, that was years ago. It was a memory of her past life, something she had left 3 years ago.

"Come on Percy, it's time to move again."

"But I don't wanna"cried Percy.

"Baby, we have too."

His sea green eyes grew with curiosity. "Mommy , why?"He had grown a lot these 3 years. He was no longer the chubby little baby, well he still was, but bigger.

Sally stood up, taking her big suitcase with her, which was all she had left of Poseidon other than Percy, and a good wad of cash. She had been working as a chef in restaurants as they moved from country to country, Sally desperate that a country would come, in which she would be relieved of her memories. But for the past 3 years, none came. Nothing good to her, except her tiny Percy. And Percy was all she needed, but wanted more. She wanted more for Percy, and her. She had given up hope for a miracle now, almost, but Percy's shiny eyes with their light in them, same as those of Poseidon's and Percy's smile, that was what gave her hope. Oh how cruel was it how fate twisted innocent lives. But that was life. What was its point if you could not stand up to some challenges. And Sally did, all she could. But she was growing helpless. Their money was becoming less, almost nothing now, and Percy was growing. She needed something - something big-soon-fast. And though she did not know it, her wishes would be fulfilled that very evening.

And far...far..away...Three old ladies stood in a empty room...Spinning their yarn...So it begins..His journey...Will he fall to darkness...Will he become that upholder of light..