Chapter One : We're Screwed

HEYYYYY..

THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION SO I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO BOLD WRITING, YEAH I KNOW, I SUCK.

SO THIS IS A PJO/HP CROSSOVER, DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I KNOW ITS BEEN USED A MILLION TIMES, BUT I WANNA DO ONE.

BASICALLY HECATE -WITH HER GODLY POWERS- KNOWS THAT OLD VOLDY WILL COME BACK THIS YEAR, SO SHE SENT PERCY OVER TO HELP THE POOR LITTLE WIZARDS.

HERE WE GO!

Chapter One: We're Screwed

Harry's 3rd Person POV

Harry Potter was far from what you would call normal.

For one thing, he was a wizard.

But even in the wizarding world, Harry wasn't exactly a background character, not having one normal school year since he first came to Hogwarts.

Harry was now entering his fourth year, and after that little fiasco after the Quidditch World Cup, Harry expected everyone to be on edge, but he was quite mistaken, and he noted, with surprise, the relaxed and amiable atmosphere as he chatted with his friends.

Just as Ron Weasley, one of Harry's best friends, was about to reach for a fifth slice of treacle tart, the food disappeared (with a rather loud moan from Ron), and Dumbledore stood up.

Almost immediately, the Great Hall fell silent out of respect for the old man, and every student (save our well disliked Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Victor Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who was whispered amongst one another) listened attentively.

"I would be quite delighted to welcome our new students, and welcome back our old ones! Now, I would like to remind you that Filch will personally punish anyone who uses magic in the corridors..." Harry tunes out Dumbledore's little speech that he did every yeah, but his wandering thoughts were cut off by a rather large shriek from a fifth year Gryffindor, who quickly turned red as all eyes turned to her. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling with warm light, as always.

"Ahem, as I was saying, the Quidditch tournament shall not be taking place this year.." this time Harry had to suppress a shriek himself. No Quidditch! Quidditch was one of the things he missed most about Hogwarts, and now he couldn't do that! He forced himself to listen to the rest of Dumbledore's speech.

"...but instead we'll be hosting the Triwizard tournament this year!"

"You're joking!" Called out Fred Weasley, our certain Ronald's brother.

"I most certainly am not, Mr Weasley," replied Dumbledore, his eyes still containing that comforting twinkle, " however, this time, contrary to the tradition, we shall be having four schools taking part, instead of three."

Hermione, Harry's other best friend, gasped, so Harry assumed that this must not have happened before.

Dumbledore spread out his arms, "and without further ado, I request that we give a warm welcome the students of Beauxbaton!"

The students began to clap, as the large doors of the Great Hall opened, and Harry could almost hear the boy's jaws dropping as they saw the student right behind the massive headmistress, and Harry didn't blame them, that girl was probably the most gorgeous girl that Harry had ever set his eyes upon.

As the girls sat by the Ravenclaw table, the boy who was now next to the gorgeous girl almost leaping off his seat to give her space, Harry calmly turned to Ron and shut his mouth. He could see multiple girls, including Hermione scowling.

"Yes thank you students," coulntinued Dumbledore, "now please give an equally warm welcome to the students of Durmstrang! (A/N spelling?)" Exclaimed Hogwart's beloved headmaster.

Once again the Great Hall doors slammed open, and about twenty students marched in, covered in furs.

Harry heard a strangled intake of breath from Ron, and his best friend spluttered, " B-blimey Harry! That's KRUM!" Harry remembered Krum's spectacular performance during the Quidditch World Cup and felt even more excited for this tournament.

"And now, I welcome our final school, well student actually," some confused looks were shared at this, "I welcome the best student from Hecate's Academy for the Magically Gifted (a/n I didn't come up with that name), Perseus Jackson!"

The moment those words left Dumbledore's lips, dark clouds gathered around the sky outside, rain started to fall heavily, and Harry felt the Great Hall tremble in a violent earthquake. There were shrieks from the younger students, and the prefects were trying to restore order, all the while Dumbledore just stood there, SMILING, almost fondly.

However, everyone's attention was on what was going on at the front of the Great Hall. There was a tornado, made out of water, spinning at great speeds, gathering in power. As the tornado began to recede, thunder rumbled outside, and tall, imposing figure came out of the tornado. Harry was already intimidated by this powerful being, as he felt the power coming off him, almost like waves, surpassing anything he'd ever felt before, even Dumbledore.

With a lazy flick of the mystery boy's wrist, the abnormal activity receded, and only then, did Harry realised that this boy caused that violent whether, windless. Harry wa shocked, how powerful WAS this kid?

The students finally got a good look at him, and Harry saw, out of the corner of his eye, multiple girls swooning, not excluding Ginny, which shouldn't have annoyed him as much as it should have. Even Hermione had a light blush on her cheeks, something that made Ron glare furiously at the boy, and Harry felt his face form a sly smirk. He knew it.

But, as Harry kept looking at the boy, he couldn't blame the girls, the boy was obviously good looking. He was tall, and wearing a tight orange shirt that showed off his large muscles; sharp, angular features; and beautiful sea-green eyes, swirling with power, yet mirth as well, and Harry immediately felt like this guy would make a great friend.

'Perseus' just gave an easy grin, like he hadn't done anything shocking or surprising, and oblivious the fact that he already had 90% of the females at their knees.

"Please Albus," he said, in a powerful tone, "It's just Percy."

WOW, I DON'T GIVE WRITERS ENOUGHT CREDIT, THIS STUFF IS HARD! LIKE IT? HATE IT? SHOULD I CONTINUE?

YES.

ALL BOW TO PERCY.

Peace out.

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