I've wanted to do this for a very long time. CROSSOVER! Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, two of my personal favorites! Well, Harry Potter was my favorite first. Then I discovered PJO. Now I love both.

So this is basically a fanfic where I go through a few different POVs and you find out how the characters felt after their own wars. Then they'll meet and bond and compare skills and whatnot. I think it will be interesting.

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? If I were Rick or J.K. (or both rolled into one), I would be busy with The Blood of Olympus or a new Harry Potter book (which the world desperately needs). So no, I don't own PJO or HP.

Now, for the heart-wrenchingly painful moments that I MUST place in this story! ENJOY! (or, you know, don't, cuz I really have no power over what you do or don't enjoy) READ & REVIEW!

Harry

They were on the battlefield. All was quiet. The redheaded boy lay facedown in a pool of blood. The frizzy-haired girl lay on top of him, eyes wide and unseeing.

Next to them, a girl with long gingery hair had fallen, hit with a Killing Curse sent by Voldemort himself. She hadn't stood a chance.

And there were others, too; faces too torn apart or muddy and bloody to be able to discern their features, limbs torn off by giant hands...

Then the ones who lay peacefully on the ground, almost as though they were sleeping.

A vision of piercing blue irises flashes in my mind, and suddenly, I'm in the castle, in a tower I know all too well. And I see the flash, see it push him back, and watch him falling... falling... Spectacles slipping off, robes whipping about, eyelids covering bright blue for the last time...

And then it's a graveyard, with that horrible... thing, and it's ordering the man to kill the gray-eyed-one, to kill the spare...

Then the body of an elf, ears covered by a hat, arms and legs hidden in a sweater, the elf too small for the grave. The headstone; Here lies Dobby, a Free Elf.

That headstone becomes a grave of white marble, a grave I know too well.

Then it comes... he comes in, and my father is telling my mother to take me, to take me and run... but he is tugged sharply from this world...

My mother tries to protect me... she pleads... and the man, no, the thing laughs at her... and she too is cut away from my life in one drawn out scream...

It all comes rushing back, all of those deaths I can never forget, because I have no one left. The last of them have died. Ginny, Hermione, and Ron are gone, and with them my last ties to this world.

So I turn to leave, to find something with which to end it, and there he is. Voldemort, back again.

He smiles that eerie, snakelike smile, that smile more terrifying than a snarl, and points his wand at me.

"I could kill you now," he whispers. He doesn't need to say it loudly; there is no one left to hear. Except for me.

"Then do it," I whisper recklessly.

For a moment, there is nothing.

Then he whispers something, but it is not a curse.

"Wake up, Harry," he whispers, and it is Ginny's voice I hear, not Lord Voldemort's.

I blink, and I am away from the battle, away from the blood and from Death, who was stalking through the fields towards me.

Instead, a curtain of flowery-smelling hair hangs in front of me, and behind it is the face of her. Ginny.

I pull her against me and let my grief out.

Percy

I'm in the fight, in the moment, staring Gaea down. I can see fear in her deep, churning green eyes, but it is masked by pure, uncontrolled rage.

"I will destroy you, Perseus," she growls menacingly.

"I don't think so," I reply.

Then the fear in her eyes disappears. She smiles and whispers, "Oh, but I have."

And then that scream.

"PERCY!"

I don't think. I drop my weapon and run towards her voice.

"PERCY!"

There. On that cliff. Surrounded by monsters.

The closest are the arai.

"No," I murmur, still running. Only two words run through my mind, repeating, deafening, until all I can hear are those words: Not again. Not again. Not again.

"ANNABETH!" I cry, but she doesn't hear me. I didn't think she would.

"Percy, you left me!" she cries. "You promised you wouldn't leave me!" She curls up on the ground. "I trusted you."

Those words break me.

Riptide is in my hands once more. I slice through the army like it's made of nothing more than air and come to her side.

"Annabeth, I'm here," I whisper. "I'm here, Annie, Wise Girl, please listen to me..."

She opens her eyes and looks in my direction, but her eyes are clouded. She appears to be looking at me, but I can tell she's looking through me. "You fucking Kelp Head," she whispers. "You damn Seaweed Brain, you left me."

Then a blade- a blade of rock- juts out of her side. It came from the ground.

Annabeth gasps. Her eyes uncloud, and I know she can see me, my tears shimmering on a bloodied face.

"Why didn't you save me?" she asks. Her eyes are silver with unshed tears. "Why?"

But before I can answer, something leaves her. Her skin pales. Her hair withers slightly. Her eyes dull. I am holding a corpse. The only color is the rich red blood that continues to seep out of her.

"No," I whimper. "No, no, no, no... It's just the Death Mist, right Wise Girl?" Annabeth doesn't move. "Come on, Annie, tell me it's just the Death Mist!" Nothing. "Annabeth Chase! Wake up! Wake up, dammit, and tell me this isn't real!" The tears are flowing, but they don't strengthen me like other types of water. These are draining me. I can feel everything leaving me- my name, my sanity, my mortality, everything. The one thing that kept me mortal is dead.

"Yes, Perseus Jackson," the hated voice says from behind me, deeply satisfied. "I have destroyed you."

Then Annabeth's eyes open and she says, "Wake up, Percy!"

My eyes burst open. My cheeks are wet and my throat is raw.

"Percy," Annabeth murmurs from beside me. "Percy, it's all right. It's over."

I turn to her. She's alive and healthy. A little tired, but most certainly not dead.

"You're wrong, Annabeth," I whisper softly, knowing how old I sound. "It's never over."

DONE WITH THE FIRST CHAPTER! Gods, that took long. Anyway, sorry the Percy POV is longer, but I was really in the zone there. It just kind of flowed. With Harry... eh, not so much. But I tried! Let the gods witness that I tried! (Not that they care about Harry. All they care about is themselves and Percy. *thunder* You know it's true, drama queens and kings!)

So yah. Read, review, the whole shebang. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Just try not to kill me with words. Or with niceness! Go easy on the harshness and the niceness.

Or, you know, don't. Your choice.

Love ya! lulu