Sorry ahead of time if anyone is out of character… I haven't read or watched a Harry Potter book/movie in absolutely ages.

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Percy's POV:

"Mom," I grunted as I set down a heavy moving box, "I don't get it. Why London? And why now?"

"Because," she started as she walked into the empty kitchen and started placing things in the pantry, "it's time to head back to our origins. You need a break from the U.S. right now, so I decided to accept the job offer. Besides," she shrugged, "maybe you can reconnect with certain people."

I sighed and kissed my mom on the cheek before lifting three boxes and walking up the stairs to my new room.

Hi, my name is Perseus Jackson, but you can call me Percy. Everyone does. My mom's name is Sally Jackson. I was born in London and raised here for seven years before moving with my mom and dad to the United States. Due to an unforgettable accident, one that I caused, my mom and I are now on our own and have moved back to London where she thinks I will be safe. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we're back, but I'm also not glad. It has been almost nine years since I have last been here, and I don't think I'll be able to fit in like last time.

I sighed and set the boxes down on the floor. I ran my fingers through my messy black hair and looked around the spacious room. I found that my mother's old friends had already set up some basic furniture. Cherry wood seemed to be the main material. Cherry wood full sized bed, dresser, desk, and nightstand. I opened up one of the boxes and started fixing my bed to have a blue comforter and two blue and two white covered pillows. After fixing my bed to my liking, I moved on to my dresser and placed a few framed photos, pens, books, my MacBook Pro, and a mini plant on it.

I plugged in my earphones and listened to some music as my mind started to wander and my body began to put everything away on its own. After three hours, I had set up my speaker system, iMac computer, small television, and the rest of my furniture to my liking. After placing my books under my nightstand, I stood back and looked at the final box. "Dad's Stuff" it read in sloppy Sharpie handwriting. Unconsciously, I pulled the sleeve of my blue sweater further down my arm, wanting to forget the past.

I sat on my bed and stared at my phone. I didn't have much friends in New York, so I wasn't expecting to get a message from anyone. On the contrary, I was waiting for nothing to happen. I just stared at the blank screen.

Knock Knock. "Percy, honey, it's time to eat."

I looked up and pulled my earplug out and hummed in response. When Mom looked at me, her arm falling to her side, I looked down at my lap and started wrapping my headphones around my phone. "Hm? Uh yeah, I'll be down in a sec."

. . .

"Percy, sweetie," she reached across the table and grabbed my hand, "please try to make some friends here. Please, for me?"

I looked into her eyes and contemplated what she was asking of me. All I want to do is make her proud, and now this is my time. I may have failed in America, but in London, I am determined to not fail her. "Sure. I'll try, but I'm not making any promises," I pointed my fork at her playfully. She smiled and continued to eat her pasta. We ate in silence, outside it was dark and the dining room light was the only light on in the house at the moment.

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I walked into my room, taking off my shirt, jeans, shoes and socks, and changed into black shorts. I left my black leather shark tooth necklace and leather anklet on, and sat on my desk, facing the window. I started typing on my computer, searching up random things on YouTube or history about the town I live in. Thirty minutes into my research, my spine started tingling, forcing me to look up. I looked into beautifully combed brunet hair, and sparkling brown eyes. She jumped up, as if squeaking, and turned a shade of pink. I raised my eyebrows, but smiled and waved to her nonetheless. I thought about what my mother told me, "…please try to make some friends here." Maybe this girl can be one of my new friends? I smiled as she waved back. I walked behind my desk, and opened up the window. Her mouth moved, showing me she said "oh" and moved to her window to open it up. I put on a tee to be a little more decent, and smiled and waved to her once again.

"Hey!" I yelled to my neighbor. She smiled and tucked a strand of wavy hair behind her ear. "Hello," she greeted back. I felt my necklace swing back and forth.

"So you're the new neighbor?"

I looked left and right and back to her. "Yeah, that's me. The name's Percy Jackson."

She nodded her head and looked at me. "Hermione Granger," she introduced herself.

We would've shaken hands, but our windows had quite a distance between them. "So uh, where do you go to school?"

"Oh I go somewhere out of town. Where do you attend school?"

"I don't know. My mom said she's sending me to a special school, one that I used to go to when I lived here before." I partly lied.

She raised an eyebrow. "You used to live here?" She asked with her heavy accent. I thought it was cute though.

"Uh yeah. I lived here 'til I turned seven. Mom and Dad moved to America, so I was dragged with them. And nine years later, here we are."

"Where does your father work?"

My face turned serious and I started to play with my shark tooth. "Dad—my dad died in an accident last year. That's another reason why my mom and I moved back."

The girl, Hermione, dropped her face to look at her interlacing fingers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring bad memories back to the surface."

"It's fine. You didn't know. What about your parents? What do they do for a living?"

We had a full conversation. She told me about her parents and I told her about mine. I explained a little about myself before we realized it was getting late. We said goodbye and closed our windows. Taking off my shirt and leaving on my boxers, I went to bed thinking of a brunette.

Maybe she can be my new friend.

. . .

Running out of the house with a black skate board, a blue tee shirt, black shorts and black and white sneakers, I yelled, "See ya later Mom! I'll be home in an hour!"

I fixed my silver bracelet, leather necklace, and made sure my anklet was secured before hopping onto my skateboard and cruising down the street. I wanted to see if I still remember my way around this familiar town.

Too bad I wasn't thinking of directions.

I was wondering about the school I was going to start attending next week. Will I see Hermione there? Doubtful. Unless she is like me. It has been a while since I've seen someone like me, so I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a mug—God. I have to stop falling into old habits.

As I was, er, thinking, will I see Hermione there? Will I see anyone I know? Maybe. Maybe not.

BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP!

My eyes widened as I realized that I was crossing the street. I yelled a quick apology to the driver that almost ran over me, and pulled my skateboard up, deciding it was time to head home. I raised my arm up to my head to wipe off the sweat from my forehead, I didn't care if my tattoo was showing. Not that anyone would care about me anyways. No one ever has, no one ever will. That's how life is. I started to run.

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". . . and one notebook," Mom read the school supplies list. My jaw dropped. "Why so much?!"

She chuckled. "Well this is technically your sixth year, since you are just a transfer student. But I guess your new friend can help you out," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I blush a new shade of red. "Mom!" I protest. She giggles and walks into the kitchen. "Oh no you don't, I'm the chef, remember?" I blocked her from the view of the stove. She sighed and headed to the living room. "I know, I know, I know," she waved her hand in a swatting motion, her other hand resting on her belly. I chuckled and put on my white waist apron. Tonight, we're going to eat some yummy food.

When dinner was ready, the bell rung. "I'll get it," I wiped my hands on a towel, hung my apron, and headed towards the door.

"Hello?" I called out. I swung the door open and saw the girl from yesterday, Hermione, standing in front of me.

"Her…mione, right?" I pointed at her. She smiled at me and nodded her head. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Um, I saw you walking down the street earlier, you dropped this," she handed me my silver bracelet. I reached out to grab it.

"Thanks! Um, we were just about to eat dinner, would you . . .?" I awkwardly invited her. She shook her head and walked off after saying goodnight and goodbye.

I didn't see her for the rest of the week.

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"Alright Mom," I whined as she followed me and kept on repeating to write to her, and blah blah blah. I abruptly turn around. "Okay, platform 9 ¾, I promise I'll send Blackjack with a new letter every three days. I'll see you during Winter Break! Bye! Love you!" I kissed her on the cheek and after checking to see if no one was looking, I ran straight into the wall and through the magical portal with my cart of things. My pure black owl hooted, and I smiled. I stared in awe at the marvelous train in front of me. My father was a well-known wizard when he was alive, and now I must live up to the family name. I have already started. I'm well known in America, among wizarding schools, and other places.

After putting my luggage away, and rather quickly (a perk of being on time thanks to Mom,) I went all the way to the back of the train and sat in a large empty compartment. I put on a hoodie and snuggled up against the window, falling asleep as frozen rain tapped on the glass.

Half an hour later, I woke up to the continuous sound of doors opening and closing. I looked up, wiped off any drool I may or may not have, and saw a flash of brunet hair. I got up and turned on my heel. "Hermione?" The girl turned around and indeed, it was my neighbor. "So I assume you weren't joking when you said you attend school out of town?" I smiled and crossed my arms, failing at looking serious. She turned around and stepped forward to shake my hand. "Nice to see you again too, Percy."

"Yeah well the feeling's mutual."

The sleeve to my sweatshirt rid up a little, revealing some black ink. A red-head boy pointed at my arm, looking as if he were ready to pee his pants. (Sorry Ron, but you guys have got to admit that's how he looks sometimes.) "What's that?" He asked, his lips quivering.

A boy with round glasses, a Z-like scar on his forehead, and black hair elbowed him in the stomach. "Shut up," I heard him murmur. I laughed at their antics. "The name's Percy," I pointed at myself with my thumb, giving a lopsided grin. I shook the two boys' hands.

"Harry," the one with black hair like mine said.

"R-Ron," said the redhead.

"Lighten up, Ron! I'm not gonna bite. Anyways, you guys looking for seats? You can take my spot. I'll go somewhere else if you'd like," I politely offered, facing Hermione. Harry stepped forward, but Hermione beat him to the chase. "No, Percy. It's okay. You can stay, you were here first. We'll join you."

I nodded and sat down. Ron and Harry sat next to each other across from me, leaving Hermione to sit next to me. I leaned on the window once again, and fiddled with my shark tooth before falling into a light slumber. The train lurched forward.

My father, a tall broad man with laughing lines on his face, and the most powerful wizard of the century smiled at me. We both sprint forward, casting spells and charms as other wizards, Dementors, and other unfriendly creatures surrounded us. One of the Dementors were able to strike my father, sucking all the happiness away from him. "Expecto Patronum," I yelled, thinking of all the happy times I had with my family and old friends. A Pegasus appeared, soaring around the field, driving away the Dementors. My father shivered and shook as he went through shock. "Dad, dad you'll be okay. I'm going to get Mum," I said with my British accent. As I stood up, he grabbed my arm. "There is no time, my son. Take care of your mother for me will you?" He smiled, for the last time.

I sat up in a cold sweat. Panting, I looked around. Ron was pretty much spread out on the whole bench while Harry was leaning on the window as I was. The train hit a bump, causing Hermione's head to fall onto my shoulder. I blushed as I felt a spread of a tingling sensation spread through my shoulder. I quietly cleared my throat and stayed as still as possible, trying to not awake the others.

I rolled up my sleeve and stared at my SPQR tattoo, showing my years of service in a special wizard military group. Our purpose was to save both the muggle, and wizard-ing worlds. We wanted our separate worlds to live in peace and harmony, and not have to worry about war. People used to think of us as peacekeepers/makers. I went through many things while in the group, and became known as the boy who can go through all. Schools requested I attend their classes, and the Ministry of Magic offered me a position. I politely declined. Legends were written of me, and I would beg my dad to take them down. I was one of the top in my class, until my father died. I had become depressed, so I was discharged immediately, and told that I could not come back until my emotional issues were resolved. Mom felt bad and immediately applied for jobs here. She owns a small candy shop that makes enough to help us make it through. She believes me going back to where I started will help me become my old self once again. I turn seventeen in two weeks, but will be attending with the sixth year. Mom talked to Professor Dumbledore, and if I do well, I'll be put in my proper place with the seventh year classes. I don't really want to be put there though, cause then I'd know no one. I felt Hermione start to stir, so I hastily pulled my sleeve back down and pulled out a chocolate bar. Chipping a square off of it, I moaned at the familiar taste of melting chocolate.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking left and right. When her eyes landed on me, I offered her a weak smile and pointed the candy bar her way.

"Want it?"

She looked at it warily. I chuckled at her caution. "Don't worry, I chipped it. I didn't bite it. You want it?"

She reached out and snapped the bar in half she kept one half and I kept the other. We both started biting into the chocolate. "See? Not poisoned," I supported my previous claim. She smiled and gave a small laugh.

"The chocolate is good."

"Mmm. It was my last American bar," I frowned at the sudden realization. "Oh well," I piped up, "Mom owns a candy shop. She'll probably have another shipment come in by the next time I'm home," she shook her head at my little mood swing. I looked at her, Harry, and then Ron.

"So, any of 'em your boyfriend?" I jutted my chin towards the boys, my American accent shining through. She immediately started shaking her head. "Those two goofballs? No. Do you have a girlfriend?"

I shook my head in response.

The rest of the ride was quiet.

. . .

(Sorting)

Um… I think I should've asked Mom if I had to go through the sorting all over again. Maybe, because this is a new me, right? Ugh. That annoying hat is going to start criticizing me again.

I watched and half-heartedly cheered as new comers were placed in Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. When the professor called me up to the stool, I walked up with a little confidence and sat on the stool. The Sorting hat was placed on my head and I gave it a little greeting before it started.

"Hmm. I see, loyal to your friends, but not afraid to take leadership. You don't like the spotlight… keep to yourself… hmmm… yes. Yes, it is clear. GRYFFINDOR!" He made his final decision. Wow I really have changed. Last time, the stupid hat placed me in Slytherin.

I smiled as I saw Hermione and the rest of her table burst into cheers as they did for every other new member. I stood up, walked off the "stage" and sat down on the end of the table. After Professor Dumbledore went over the rules, roles of each house, and basic announcements, it was time to eat. I wasn't very hungry, as I always am not, and ate only some bread, chicken, and mashed potatoes. A lot of the girls looked, smiled, and waved at me, and I would just give a small smile back to any of them. I saw Ron attempt to glare at me when I smiled at another redhead who seemed to possibly be Ron's sister. Gee, this kid needs to lay off. I haven't even done anything to him and he's already glaring holes into the back of my head.

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I quietly shooed Blackjack out the window as he carried my letter to Mom back home. The letter explained to her which house I've been assigned to, the friends I have made. Which right now is still zero. And how I am safely in bed right now.

The last part was the only lie in my letter.

I'm not exactly in bed, but more like near my bed. Not really. Heh, not at all. I was in the common room, staring at the fire and listening to its soothing crackle. Everyone else was already asleep, but not I. I stayed awake thinking of my old life, and how perfect it was when I was with a girl I used to know. We were best friends, and were inseparable. I had given her half a seashell to show that no matter how apart we may be, we will always come together in times of need. The matching half is in my possession. As a matter of fact, I have it in my pocket, where it always is. I carry it around hoping one day I'll find her again. Who knows, maybe I've already run into my little princess and we just haven't recognized each other. It has been nine and a half years. I'm almost seventeen! She'll be fifteen in fifteen days. (It's September 4th in this story.) I'll be seventeen in ten days. I always used to tease her how I'm older than her by two years, and she would just stick her tongue out at me. I would act like I was going to bite it.

My head snapped up as I heard silent footsteps approaching. I looked up to the stairs that lead to the girls' dormitories and saw a very tired looking Hermione Granger.

"Can't sleep?"

"You could say that."

"Hm…" I turned back to the fire as she sat next to me. I offered her my red blanket and she politely and yet eagerly took it. I felt her shiver, and being the gentleman I am, I rubbed her shoulders to warm her up. Naturally, she leaned a little closer to me. Maybe she's a little too open with me, but I feel like I've known her all my life.

Maybe I have.

Or maybe she has.

I don't know, but I gave her my blanket, rubbed her shoulders and arms, massaged behind her neck a little, and let herself warm up. "Jesus Hermione, why were you freezing like that?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

"I um," she shifted, uncomfortably. My side felt cold for some reason. "I had an unpleasant dream. Why are you awake so late?"

"Can't sleep," I shrugged, lying skillfully. She narrowed her eyes at me but said nothing. She snuggled up closer to the couch, unintentionally curling up a little into my side. "It is cold tonight, isn't it?" She asked. I nodded my head. I felt at peace, with a blanket being shared between Hermione and I, the soft crackling of the fire, and the peaceful darkness of the common room, I was lulled into a deep sleep.

. . .

"Hermione!" A slightly high-pitched voice screeched.

I slowly woke up, stretching my arms over my head. I yawned and felt a hand spread on my chest and push. Hm, I internally shrugged, maybe someone is just pushing themselves up. My eyes slowly opened. Someone?

"What do you think you're doing? He could be a Death—" I felt the pressure on my side lessen dramatically, and the person who woke me up was silenced. I looked over to where the action was happening, and found Hermione with a black tank top and pajama pants covering Ron's mouth. She mouthed 'Sorry' to me and immediately started to reprimand Ron.

When he walked upstairs, she finally turned around to face me. She looked like she wanted to say sorry, but also did not want to say it at the same time. When she opened her mouth, I shook my head. "It's okay. Your friend is just worried 'bout you, is all," she nodded her head and looked down at her feet. "Here you go," she said thrusting the blanket towards me. "It's your blanket."

I stepped back, waving my hands in front of me. "No, no," I smiled. "You can keep it. It's warm, you should have it." I don't know why I just finished giving her my father's blanket, but I did, and I can't take it back. But I can trust her with it, can't I?

She looked back up at me, with a small blush in her cheeks, and started to protest. "It's fine," I laughed, she turned even more red. I grabbed her shoulders and smiled at her before turning her around and pushing her up the stairs, "C'mon. Go get ready, breakfast will be ready soon."

While she was walking up the stairs, I stayed at the bottom, watching her. On the fifth the step, she turned around and pointed at the red blanket. "Thank you," she said, turning around and sprinting up the steps.

I walked up the boy's set of stairs, and at the top, hesitated before grabbing the knob and opening the door.

"—cuddling on the couch with Hermione! Hermione! How does she even know him, hm? I'm telling you Harry, he's got to be with he-who—"

"Who're we talkin' about?" I cut Ron off. He jumped up. "Bloody hell!" He exclaimed, holding his chest. I walked to my trunk and started to grab my uniform. I looked up at Harry expectantly as I folded my robe to fit on my arm. "Hm?"

Harry sat on his bed and looked at his hands shamefully. "Uh… nothing important. Just a theory Ron has come up with."

I looked at him, and then shrugged, pulling my shoulders up and letting them drop. "Okay," I said, and headed into the showers.

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At breakfast, Hermione invited me over to sit next to her and her friends. I saw them try to protest, but she hissed something at them that made them silent. I walked over to Hermione. "Is it really okay? I don't want to intrude."

"Yeah, no. It's fine. You can sit here. These two gits don't know what they're talking about," she faced the two boys at the end, daring them to protest. They stayed silent.

"Okay," I smiled, and sat next to Hermione.

"So, Percy, what year are you in?"

"Sixth."

"How if you're only… how old?"

"I'll be seventeen in ten days."

Hermione stared at me, eyes narrowed as if she were trying to remember something.

"How old did you say you are?"

"Well, I'm sixteen. My birthday is in ten days. Why when's yours?"

"I'm fourteen. My birthday is in fifteen days," she challenged. We looked at each other for a few minutes, clearly suspicious of one another, before Ron cleared his throat.

"Favorite color?"

"Blue. Yours?"

"Violet. Family symbol?"

"Trident."

"Favorite pass time?"

"Swimming or spending time with friends."

"When did you say you left London?"

"When I was se—"

"Do you two know each other?" Harry asked.

We both looked at each other an blushed, before turning away. "You can say that," I said.

"How did you two meet?"

I felt like saying how my childhood best friend and I met, when I realized something. There's only one definite way to tell this is the Hermione I met when I was four.

The seashell.

I looked at Hermione and I could tell she was thinking of something among the same lines.

"That," I grinned at them, "is a story I believe shall be told some other time. Let's eat."

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So? What did you guys think? Aaaaawwweeee noooooo. I think I may have ruined Harry Potter for all those HP fans! I'm so sorry! But guess what, I'm going to post this chapter, close my laptop, and start reading Harry Potter books and watching Harry Potter movies. I'm going to mix in facts and stuff from both to make it reasonable.

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