This story idea has been in my head for a while, the idea that the best heroes from books would come together and save the world, and seeing as though Max has to, its perfect timing!

Before you read this, I highly suggest that you read, or are at least familiar with all six of these book series, PJO, HP, Max Ride, Narnia, Uglies, and Hunger Games. Otherwise you'll always feel one step behind. But it'll center on Max Ride and Harry Potter, because they're the two most important. But I'll leave things pretty blatant, don't worry. And if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

Also, my thanks to all four of you who noticed my spelling. Consider it fixed!

This is just an intro, because I can't write anything until Nevermore (Max Ride) and the Mark of Athena (Percy Jackson) come out so I can get my timeline right. To be clear, it's placed right now in all of their own timelines. For example, it would be July 8th, 2012 in Harry Potter, so he would be 32, married to Ginny, and have had all three kids. Also, any other dates on here are the days it was published (or sent by Maximum Ride) according to the day I published them on Love, Me so everything is canon in my world.

This idea was first posted in my other story, Love Me, and will be here so no one new is confused. Enjoy! Chapter one of this is due for publishing in the fall.

Love,

Violet Sky

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June 24th, 2012

Dear Percy Jackson, Peter Pevensie, Harry Potter, Tally Youngblood, and Katniss Everdeen,

From what I hear, you guys are the top of the top, (Minreva McGonagall had me talk to an old, dead guys talking, photo frame… thing.) And need to ask a question. Seeing as though I have to save the world, I could really use the extra firepower. Screw the Avengers; we're going to do it, guys!

Love,

Maximum Ride

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June 27th 2012, 6:24 AM. The middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Timeline: My version of an early Mark of Athena.

-PERCY JACKSON-

~Seaweed Brain~

Percy waved his hand over the central mast, willing the sail to rise. It obeyed at his thoughts, and rose, snapping back and forth the salty, sea breeze. After being asleep for eight months, being in his element was the best that he could imagine. Sitting on the wooden side-rail and watching the sunrise was refreshing, to say the least. The other six were asleep, as most people were this early in the morning, but being a warrior made him a little paranoid. He now couldn't sleep past 6 in the morning, not that he wanted to, anyway. Wastes the day away, sleeping in.

'Basking in the rays, Seaweed Brain?'

Percy smirked, scooting over a bit to admit his girlfriend. She was every bit as Annabeth as he remembered, her face proud and beautiful, her open grey eyes sighing to lay her head on his shoulder from behind. Percy smiled, he could never quite get over that they were dating now.

'Why you up so early?' she asked, joining him on the gun rail.

Percy shrugged.

'Couldn't sleep?'

'No,' he said finally. 'Something about being constantly hunted made me a little restless.' He shunned away from her annoyed look. 'I've only been up for a half-hour Annabeth. Calm down.'

His girlfriend huffed from beside him, her lip quivering like it does when she's anxious.

'I can't believe this is happening, you know?' he said quietly, closing his eyes and breathing in the sea mist. 'Being here, rescuing Nico. Seems like old times, eh?'

Annabeth smiled slightly, grasping his hand swiftly, almost as if she was unsure he was really there. Percy grinned at her, quietly pecking her cheek.

A loud bang sounded from behind them, followed by some spewed swears.

Leo appeared, kicking a now broken rain barrel down the gully steps, which constituted another huge crash.

'OI! Lovebirds,' he said. 'Keep things to PG 'round here. Not all of us needed to see that.'

'Hey, Leo,' Annabeth said mindlessly, turning around on the rail. 'Anything new?'

He stepped over an overturned bucket by the door with ease, sifting through the huge pile of letters and mail in his hands, half of it slopping on his foot after a huge break. Leo didn't seem to notice though, locating an alarmingly red envelope and placing it gingerly in Percy's hand.

'It's freaky, that one,' Leo said with a shiver, backing up quickly. 'Kept on smoking and hissing. It says your name on it. I'd open it quickly if I were you.'

Percy took the envelope quickly, flipping it over, then throwing it on the deck and pressing it at sword point.

Finally, the thing exploded. Percy was almost thankful, it was smoking again. The letter opened, revealing a huge red mouth and a flicking paper tongue. If that wasn't freaky enough, it then began to speak.

'Percy Jackson?' a voice sounded from the letter.

Annabeth shivered, but Percy kept his sword locked.

'Hi, this is-wow, this is weird. I'm talking to a magic letter thing-' a girls voice said, somewhat echoey as if she was in a large room.

'Quickly, Ms. Ride!' Another woman said, her voice heavily tinged with a Scottish accent. 'I'm sorry to say that it won't be open for ever!'

'Yeah, I'm getting on it! Anyway, Percy Jackson. Minreva here-' a great deal of scolding sounded from the older woman. 'Sorry, Minerva McGonagall has helped me send you this Howler, which is a magical letter thingamajiggy that'll let me talk to you all the way from Scotland. You've heard the message before-you in?'

The letter than flipped together neatly and landed in Percy's outstretched hand.

Annabeth walked up to Percy, her hands on her hips and her head cocked in a no nonsense tone.

'What the Hephaestus is going on here?' Leo interrupted. 'Was there some video-chat that I wasn't aware of?'

'If there was,' Annabeth said deliberately at Percy. 'I wasn't aware of it either.'

Percy gulped, grabbed the letter, and jumped overboard despite his girlfriend's raging tone from above.

It wasn't until he was safely beneath the waves that he wrote the reply.

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Dear Maximum Ride,

Sure, sounds legit. But I can't say that you had great timing. I'm in, uh, the middle of the Atlantic right now-on a two-hundred foot, flying, dragon ship going to Greece. But after that would be great.

Love,

Percy

…

-PETER PEVENSIE-

~Wolfsbane~

June 26th, 2012, 1:53 P.M. Aslan's country.

Timeline: After the end of the Last Battle.

'You coming, Pete?'

Peter turned around, his shield strapped to his arm, Rhindon (his sword) aloft in his hand. He was battling a now exhausted centaur that collapsed in the heat of the grass at his feet, begging for mercy.

Edmund's horse whipped around him, until his brother was at his feet.

'Lucy wanted to meet us over in the pass so we could all go to the Beaver's for tea.' He said, dismounting his horse. 'You know what happens if we're late for tea. Mrs. Beaver gets all ruffled.'

Peter sighed, tucking Rhindon in his scabbard and walked beside his brother on the soft, vibrant prairie grass.

'It's odd, isn't it?' Edmund said, looking around. Peter looked at him in confusion. 'We've been dead for over fifty years, but we're more alive here?'

'I don't know, Ed.' Peter said finally. He looked down. 'I wish Susan was here, though.'

'Yeah.' Edmund said quietly. But after a moment, the playful expression showed again. 'But she has to be getting along now, eh? It won't be long until we see her again!'

'I suppose so.'

They walked a long ways without talking, passing rivers and valleys and snowless mountain tops on their way, each lost in his own world. It wasn't until they reached the pass to the Beavers cabin that they spotted their youngest sister.

'Peter! Edmund!' Lucy cried, rushing out to hug them. 'Oh, there you are! Where've you been? We were about to go ahead and eat without you!'

'Only dueling, Lu.' Peter said with a smile. 'And it was a long walk to even get here.'

'Lucy?' Mrs. Beaver called from the doorway. 'Are they here yet? Tea's getting cold.'

'Just a moment, Mrs. Beaver. I need to talk to Peter.'

Both of the boys looked at their sister in surprise. What could be of such importance that Mr. Tumnus and the Beavers couldn't hear?

'Go along, Ed.' Peter said, motioning for his brother to go inside. 'We'll just be a moment.'

'Come on,' Lucy said urgently, clutching something rectangular in her dress pocket and grabbing his hand. 'We need to be alone.'

…

'What is it, Lu' Peter asked for the ninth time. 'We really ought to be getting back, you know.'

'Sh.' she answered for the ninth time. 'Calm down. It's quite exciting, actually. Nothing to worry about, I hope.'

She stopped him in the middle of a forest, her hair whipping around in the afternoon breeze.

'I was in the brook today when something peculiar happened.' She started, pulling out the package. 'To be frank, it simply fell out of the sky.'

Peter looked at her oddly, then at the vibrantly red envelope. 'Fell out of the sky.'

'Yes, and into my hand.' Lucy said calmly. 'Obviously, I was quite surprised. It happened only this morning or I would've told you sooner.'

'It's a letter.' She concluded, placing it in her brother's palm 'Can you open it?'

Peter looked at her, and then opened it slowly. Suddenly, it jumped out of his hand and onto the forest floor. It formed the likeness of a mouth with paper lips and tongue, and jumped yet again into the air at eye-level.

'Peter Pevensie?'

Lucy smiled at the letter, while Peter quietly put his hand on Rhindon.

'You've heard my spiel. You in?'

'Oh this again.' Peter mumbled. 'Can you hear me, Maximum Ride? I need to talk with my siblings first. I'll send a reply later.'

The mouth smiled, then shredded inside itself, falling gently to the forest floor.

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'Maximum Ride?' Mrs. Beaver said happily, pouring Mr. Beaver a cup of tea. 'What a peculiar name! And for a lady. Goodness gracious, you think they could've named the poor thing something more-'

'There's no need to reprimand him, dear.' Mr. Beaver chuckled. 'And from what you said, Peter, it's a mission?'

Peter nodded, buttering his roll. 'Yes, to save the world. Some… man, dead, she said, told her that we're the best of the best. There's six of us, altogether.'

'Six of you? That doesn't seem very reasonable for such a job!' Mr. Tumnus said, passing a piece of fruit to Lucy. 'What're you lot saving the world, from?'

'She didn't say.' Peter said. 'I have the letter here, if you'd like to see.'

He pulled the creased and folded letter out of his trouser pocket and unfolded in onto the small table. Lucy, Edmund, the Beavers and Mr. Tumnus all crowded in to read it.

'What do you plan to do, Pete?' Edmund asked. Peter had forgotten that his brother was even there.

'Can we come?' Lucy pleaded. 'Please ask her!'

'If Lu's coming, I'm to come too.' Edmund said stubbornly. 'You can't go alone.'

'But you're dead in that world.' Mr. Beaver said. 'How can you return from the dead into present day?'

Peter sighed. This was going to be a tough letter to write.

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Dear Maximum Ride,

I'd need permission first, because I am dead in your time. But of course, if the worlds in danger, I don't see how I cannot help.

Love,

Peter Pevensie

P.S- Lucy and Edmund are pestering me if they can come, however. Could they be of any help?

…

-HARRY POTTER-

~The Boy Who Lived~

June 28th, 2012 Diagon Alley.

Timeline: Post Deathly Hallows, pre-epilogue.

…

'Mummy! What's that mum? Is that a wizard, mum? Why is that girl staring at you like that? Mum, that cloud looks like a ga-nome. Can we get ice-cream after? Why are we waiting so long? How much-'

Ginny turned around suddenly, knocking the blundering witch in front of her to the ground. 'LILY LUNA POTTER!'

'Sorry mum.' Lily said enthusiastically, spinning one of her ponytails in her hand. 'Am I bothering you? I was just doing what James and Fred told me to do!'

Ginny sighed, hiking up her purse and took her daughters hand, leading them both into the Leaky Cauldron to go back home. It had been a long day, with the boys at Ginny's mum's house with only her five-year old daughter as company-but she insisted on coming. Just as they made it through the door, Lily slipped on a spilled drink, setting Ginny off edge, and all of her packages fell to the floor in a heap.

'Ginny Potter?' a voice asked.

She sighed. The only thing she hated about being married to Harry was the overwhelming publicity. All three of her pregnancies were all the talk of Wizarding England, but not even that was comparable to they're wedding. Ginny almost wanted to elope to get the darn thing over with.

'Ginny, do you need a hand?'

She looked up, grimacing at the sight of mead in her hair and clothes, and saw the kind face of Neville Longbottom.

'Here, let me help you up.' He said, smiling. He then turned to Ginny's daughter. 'Can't stay on our own two feet, can we, Miss Lily Luna?

'Scourgify.' he said calmly, and Ginny smirked to see the mead fly off of her body and hair into his wand.

'Thanks.'

'Don't mention it. Harry'll kill me if he finds out.'

Lily giggled, running off to 'aunt' Hannah, who was cleaning a table in the far end of the pub.

'How're you doing, Neville?' She asked helping him put the packages back into her arms. 'Hannah's good?'

Neville nodded, leading her to an empty table, and asking his wife for two Butterbeer's. 'Things are good; busy, but still good.' His face broke out in a wide grin and he leaned in like a child telling a secret. 'Hannah and I are expecting a baby.'

Ginny whooped, standing up to hug him. A baby! They had been trying for years. Harry would be overjoyed when he heard. She ran over to Hannah, giving her a big hug too, creating a Lily sandwich.

'Oh, Hannah! Congratulations! When're you due?'

Hannah laughed, hugging her back. 'February 9th. Dad was overjoyed when he heard!'

'My mother was over the moon when she found out Harry and I were pregnant with James. 'Ginny said, bouncing Lily on her hip even though she was going on six. 'A handful, that one is. Just like his namesakes, I suppose. He and Fred are off to Hogwarts next year! Isn't that insane?'

'I can't believe how fast the time goes.' Neville said happily 'Seems like yesterday that we were in Hogwarts ourselves, eh, Hannah?'

Hannah smiled, then smacked him upside the head and continued to polish her pub.

'Do you have any-'

Suddenly, the grate shone with green fire and two men stumbled out and onto the carpet. Two very familiar men with soot covering their faces.

'Harry!' Ginny cried, placing Lily on a table and rushing up to hug her husband and brother. 'You said you wouldn't be home 'till the fifth!'

'So you aren't glad to see me?' he teased, kissing his wife quickly before running off to catch his daughter. (Who evidently had gotten into the way of customers.)

'Hello to you too, Gin.' Ron huffed, shrugging off her exclamations, nicking her Butterbeer behind her back as he passed by to join his best mate.

Neville looked at him in shock.

'The outright nerve of that bloke is outstanding,' He whistled approvingly. 'I might need to take a page from his book.'

'You won't.' Hannah said from the bar. 'Or you'll see the ugly end of my wand and you know it.'

Ginny laughed just as Harry came back, Lily hanging upside-down from his shoulders and giggling.

'You ready to head home, Gin?' he asked as he swung his daughter. 'Your mum says she has dinner on. You know how she hates it when we're late.'

'Yep, I'm ready.' Ginny grabbed Lily's hands and together they swung their youngest daughter until she was almost sobbing from laughing so hard.

'Make sure you grab James' things, they're over there somewhere.'

Harry nodded, following Neville to the back of the pub.

'You lovebirds quite done?' Ron asked, buttoning up his cloak. 'Oh, and Harry? Hermione wanted to know if you'll mind Rosie and Hugo tomorrow. Mum already has Bill's and Percy's kids and she didn't want to make a fuss.'

'Of course.' Ginny said. 'I'm sure James and Al would like some company. I have a report due for the Prophet tomorrow.'

'You're starting to sound like Hermione, Gin.' Ron said, pinching her cheek like she was a bloody child.

She pulled out her wand, pointing it at her older brother's face.

'You wanna be jinxed?' Ginny seethed. 'I wouldn't suggest taking another step, Ronald.'

Harry laughed. 'That's my girl.'

A barn owl burst through the open men's loo window, a shockingly red letter tied to its leg.

'OK, Neville.' Ron said, turning around with his hands on his hips 'Whatcha do?'

They were all shocked when it stopped in front of Harry.

'I take that back.' Ron said, looking at his best-mate oddly. 'You didn't, like, kill anyone behind my back, right?'

'Who would be sending you a Howler?' Ginny asked, untying the letter and freeing the bird. 'Someone from the Ministry?'

'Whoever it's from, you'd best open it soon.' Hannah warned. 'It'll by itself, otherwise.'

The Howler, as she predicted, opened quickly, announcing the presence of the Headmistress of Hogwarts.

'Mr. Potter, this is Minerva McGonagall.' She said. She didn't really need to announce herself, that accent alone told Ginny who it was. 'Miss Ride here has requested to use this Howler instead of normal post and would like to speak to you.'

'Harry Potter?' a girl's voice said. 'THE Harry Potter? I thought you were just a movie!' McGonagall could be heard sighing in the background. 'Any who, you've heard my offer. What says you?'

The Howler disintegrated like any other before he could reply.

'You have a film?' Neville said with awe. 'About you? Since when?'

'What's this about, mate?' Ron said, picking up his clingy niece.

'Yeah, Harry. What have you not been telling me?'

'It's nothing.' He insisted. 'I swear, Ginny! A girl is here who wants me to help her save the world.'

'Just a girl?' Hannah said skeptically. 'You sure it isn't just a rabid fan looking for attention from the Famous Harry Potter?'

'No, it wasn't like that at all. She, she said she talked with Dumbledore and McGonagall.'

'Mate,' Ron said, putting his hand on his shoulder. 'Dumbledore's-'

'Dead, I know. I was there. His portrait, in McGonagall's office.'

'So you're just going to jump into some superhero group to help some nutter save the world?' Ginny said in a pitch much higher than usual. 'Are you mad? You've already done that! I can't lose you again!'

Harry put his hands on his wives shoulders. 'Gin, you're not going to lose me. I promise. But I have to do this, you know that.'

Ginny nodded, but she couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

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Dear Maximum Ride,

Of course I'll help, but what're we saving the world from, exactly?

Oh, and I'm a wizard, I hope you know that beforehand.

Love,

Harry Potter

P.S- And what's this about a film?

…

-UGLIES-

~MindRain~

June 27th, 2315, 5:12 A.M. The outskirts of Tally's City.

Timeline: Post Specials, pre Extras. Days after Tally sent out her last letter.

…

'You ready, Tals?' David asked, holding up his half of the dam with his hoverboard.

'Don't call me that.' Tally said, her Special muscles not even strained under the weight 'You know how much I hate nicknames.'

David laughed quietly, finally tossing the remains of the wooden dam onto the bank, collapsing next to it-completely exhausted.

Tally took a moment to watch the tremendous outflow of water escape from the last supports. Energy or not, this river was too important to waste.

'Tired, Random?'

'I'm not a Random.' He said through hard breathing. 'You told me yourself not two days ago.'

Tally shrugged. 'SwedeBalls or Spagbol?'

David smiled. 'Whichever's faster.'

…

'What did you say in that letter again?'

Tally looked at him oddly. He had interrupted the perfect stillness. 'Why?'

'Just wondering,' he said with a mouthful of Spagbol 'My mother still secretly hates you for taking me away from her.'

'Figures. She's always hated me, hasn't she?'

David thought for a second, then nodded and looked at her. 'Yep. Pretty much covers it.'

Tally pushed her Swedeballs away and pulled her knees up to her chin, just staring out into the distant lights on the city, a look of longing in her eyes.

'You're missing it, aren't you? Shay and them?'

'No. Don't be stupid, David.'

In the mist of the river, Tally looked out onto her city. Truth be told, she really did miss it. Her old life was a blur-her whole being changed so quickly. Even now, four years and three surgeries since being a lonely Ugly, she was still looking out onto the skyline, wishing for a life she couldn't have.

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'You've heard it all.' Maximum said, the red letter flapping words to the wind. 'We need you, you in?'

Tally smirked. This was not going to be the end of Tally Youngblood. Not today.

…

Dear Maximum Ride,

Saving the world? From you Rusties? Are you insane? From what I know, you're all dead anyway.

-Tally Youngblood

P.S - Whatever I'm in.

…

-KATNISS EVERDEEN-

~Mockingjay ~

June 29th, 2162. The Meadow, District 12.

Timeline: One year before the Epilogue.

…

'Deep in the Meadow, under the willow…'

Katniss grimaced. She now regretted the decision of teaching her daughter the words. She can't know that the last time she sung those words; it was over Rue's dying request. She couldn't believe that it was being used for something as simple as rocking a child, her child, none-the-less, to sleep.

'Peeta?' She whispered sharply. 'I need to talk to you.'

Her husband looked up at her, tucking his daughter's hair around her ear as she sighed in her sleep. With a confused look, he followed her into the hall.

'Katniss, you all right?'

'I don't want her to know that song, Peeta. I can't look at her and not see Rue. Don't, I'm fine. Just… quit it with the singing, all right?'

'Of course, Katniss.' Peeta whispered, tucking a flyaway hair back behind her ear. 'You should've told me before. I had no idea it bothered you so much.'

'Well, it does.' Katniss said quietly, as to not disturb her. 'Is she still asleep?'

Peeta nodded, so she walked down the hall to the bedroom where their newborn son was crying. She walked to the handmade bassinet and lifted up her baby. He was beautiful, even she had to admit. Her own big grey eyes and curly, blond hair from Peeta curled up in hiccuping wails. She cuddled him, finally reaching the rocking chair so she could feed her son.

Katniss isn't emotional. Not anymore, she had gotten over the horrors of her old life with Peeta's help. She wasn't the Mokingjay any longer. She was just, her. And that was worth it all.

Finally, after an hours' worth of sobs and sniffles, he was asleep. She carried him quietly back to the doorway, not even noticing her husband's presence.

'You are such a good mother, you know that?'

Katniss rolled her eyes, placing a blanket over the boy and stroking his soft, baby face.

'Come on, it's been a long day.' He said with a smile, holding the sheet open for her.

'Days are days, Peeta.' She said, snapping his hand away. 'They don't get longer or shorter.'

'Oh you know exactly what I meant.'

'I'm not sure I do.'

There was a long, comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Peeta sat up.

'Peeta, what is it?' she murmured, half-asleep. The boy hiccuped from the foot of the bed. Katniss groaned and leaned over to glare at her husband.

'I completely forgot! I got a letter for you, today!'

'A letter?' she said pointedly. 'You do all that because I got a letter?' she paused. 'Wait, it wasn't from my mother, was it?'

He cracked a smile. 'No, it wasn't from anyone we know. It was bright red. The thing talked to me and terrified the whole bakery. Lost some good business thanks to you.'

'It was sent from the Capitol? We told them to leave us alone!'

'No, it wasn't from the Capitol. It was from Maximum Ride. She said you would know what she meant by you needing a reminder.'

Katniss kept silent.

'You're keeping something from me, Katniss.'

She tucked back into bed, effectively ignoring him.

He sighed. 'Tell me, Katniss. I want to help you.'

It wasn't until much later that she answered him, and by then, he was sound asleep.

'It's because I couldn't bear lose you again.' Katniss whispered, caressing his face quietly. 'I have to save the world, Peeta. And this time, it'll just be me.'

...

Dear Maximum Ride,

I'm not sure I can do this again. Another war took, everything from me. If I'm going to help, it'll just be me.

-Katniss Everdeen

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It was August 6th, 2012.

Six people from drastically different worlds and times must come together and save the world one last time.

A Seaweed Brain.

The Wolfsbane.

The Boy Who Lived.

The Architect of the MindRain.

A retired Mockingjay,

And a FlyAway birdkid.

Because if they don't, who will?

…

~Edited as in August 17th.~

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Violet Sky