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The sun rose early in the morning. Its warm rays shone down through the open window of a small New York apartment. Inside the room, a young man―still in his teenage years―lay on his bed and angrily covered his face from the light. He attempted to bury his head beneath the covers, but it only made him more uncomfortable. He groaned loudly and forced himself to sit up. He squinted against the sun and reached out to close the curtain. The room was dark once more. Satisfied, the young man collapsed backwards onto his bed. He sighed in relief that he could finally go back to sleep when there was a knock at the door.

"Percy?" came a kind voice. "Are you awake?"

Percy thought about growling out an answer, but he thought better of it. He would never willingly treat his mother with disrespect. Instead, he sat up in bed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes, mom," Percy said, "I'm awake."

"Great! Hurry up and get changed. You have a visitor."

Percy groaned softly but pulled himself out of bed. "Okay. Just a minute."

He walked over to his closet and reached for a shirt. His hands grabbed the first bit of fabric they could find and pulled out a clean, orange shirt. Percy felt his stomach plummet. It was a Camp Half-Blood shirt. He didn't know what happened exactly, but the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the ground, his back against the closet, holding up the shirt. It was only a few days since the end of the war with the Titans. Only a few days since Percy had lost nearly all of his closest friends. Percy wiped a tear from his cheek.

"You alright, Percy?" came another voice from the doorway. This voice, unlike his mother's, was deep. Percy wiped another tear.

"I'll be fine," Percy said not looking up.

"It wasn't your fault, son. There was nothing you could have done."

"I could have made him swear on the Styx!" Percy threw the shirt to the side and stood up. He turned to the door where an aged man sat in a wheelchair. "If I had only made him swear on the Styx then they'd all still be here."

The man rolled up to him. "You didn't even know what it meant to swear on the Styx. How would you have even known to do that?"

Percy's shoulders slumped. "I-I don't know. But I should have done something!"

"Percy," the man said as he rolled up even closer, "I understand your pain. I loved all of them too, but it's all in the past now."

Percy ran a hand through his hair. He didn't say anything for a while. Eventually he looked down at the man. "Nothing is the same anymore."

"No," the man said shaking his head. "It's not. But we'll get through this. Together."

Percy cocked his head in confusion. "What do you mean? There's no camp anymore."

"That is actually why I'm here," the man said. "Olympus sent me here to continue training. It is my reason for living after all."

"So you'll be living here with us?" Percy asked. "Does my mom know?"

The man nodded. "It was her idea. I had originally planned on only stopping by to let you all know that camp is still open, but..."

"But my mom knew that going back there would only make things more painful for us," finished Percy. The man nodded.

Percy smiled, the first time in months that he had actually smiled. "It'll be good to have you around, Chiron."

"I appreciate that, Percy," Chiron said with a smile. "But it's Jack Brunner now."

Percy laughed softly at the reminder of the first time he had met Chiron. It seemed so long ago now. Five years to be exact. Chiron had been masquerading as Percy's Latin teacher before revealing himself to actually be a legendary trainer of heroes.

"Mr. Brunner," Percy said with a small smile and a nod. Chiron smiled but shook his head.

"Grandpa Brunner," Chiron corrected. "Your mother and Paul came up with the idea."

Percy couldn't help but actually smile widely at that. "It'll be good to have you around."

Chiron smiled back and then turned himself around. "Thank you. Now change into clean clothes and meet us all in the kitchen."

Percy nodded, and when Chiron was out of the room, he closed the door and went back to the closet. In a few minutes, he was fully dressed. He left his room and headed down the small hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen was not the largest, but it had a small table with three chairs, an oven with a stove top, and a decent refrigerator. At the table sat Percy's mother, Sally, and her husband, Paul. Chiron sat in his wheelchair opposite his mother leaving one empty chair for Percy. Percy smiled to his mother and Paul and took a seat at the table.

"I'm assuming Chiron told you the plan?" asked Sally as she placed a plate in front of Percy. Percy looked down and his stomach grumbled at the sight of blue pancakes stacked high with maple syrup and butter.

"Yeah he told me," Percy said putting a piece of pancake in his mouth. "But I'm not sure what good training me will do. We don't have any room here."

"The Olympians told me that the Fates spoke to them," said Chiron. Percy stopped eating and turned to him. "For me to retain my immortality I need to continue training heroes."

"But what about the remaining demigods?" asked Percy. "You can train them."

Chiron shook his head. "The gods said the Fates want the others to be sent out west."

"What's out west?" asked Percy. Chiron chuckled.

"There's actually another camp out there in California."

"What?" asked Percy incredulously. "Are you serious?"

Chiron nodded.

"Then why didn't they come to help us?"

"Because they're not Greeks," Chiron said. "They're Roman demigods and they were fighting the Titans on another front."

Percy's eyes widened. "Roman demigods?"

Chiron nodded again. "The gods have two aspects: Greek and Roman. If they..." Chiron coughed, "if they sleep with a mortal, their offspring is either Greek or Roman depending on which aspect the god took."

"Why haven't we ever met the Romans before?" asked Percy.

"Because the gods prefer their Greek forms," Chiron explained. "They're more even tempered as Greeks."

Percy scoffed at that. Ares was even tempered?

"The last time the Romans and Greeks interacted, the Civil War happened," said Chiron. At that, everyone's eyes widened.

"That was the cause of the Civil War?" asked Paul. Chiron shrugged.

"More or less. The mortal world had its own reason for fighting the Civil War, but the Greeks and Romans fought as well."

"Whose side were we on?" asked Percy. Chiron shook his head.

"We didn't exactly side with either the Confederates or the Union. We fought as Greeks against the Romans. The mist covered up the conflict and made the mortal world believe that it was just fighting between Union and Confederate soldiers."

Percy nodded at that. It made sense actually. The mist made mortals see the strangest things such as when Percy was on television for engaging in a gunfight with Ares when in reality it was a swordfight.

"That's incredible!" cried Paul. Percy snorted. Paul was a history teacher at a high school in the city, so of course he was interested in Chiron's tale.

Chiron chuckled and nodded. "You'd be amazed at how many times that has happened throughout history."

Paul's eyes widened and he looked like he was given the ultimate treasure. Percy smiled at the interaction but turned back towards Chiron.

"So how will the gods prevent the Greeks and Romans from fighting when they take the demigods to the west?" he asked. Chiron shrugged.

"I'm not sure, but I do know that it's out of my hands now. Rome has its own trainer named Lupa. You're the last Greek hero here, so I need to stay with you," Chiron said.

"You're a welcome addition to the family," said Sally with a smile. She turned to Percy. "Would you like some more?"

Percy shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm full. I'll help clean though."

Percy stood up and grabbed his plate and took it over to the sink. As he walked he felt his heart clench tightly in his chest. All the smiling and merriment was too much and Percy felt overwhelming pain. It wasn't right for him to feel happiness. Not after nearly all his friends had died. It just wasn't right. He cleaned his plate quickly and rushed out of the kitchen as fast as he could. He ran to his room, closed the door, and collapsed against it, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Soon the tears stopped falling, and Percy felt something snap within him. The feeling should have scared him, but he found that he just did not care.

««‡»»

In the kitchen Sally stood up to follow her son, but Chiron rolled in front of her.

"Let him be for now," Chiron said softly. "He's hurting bad right now, and unfortunately, it's not something any of us can do anything about."

"But I'm his mother," Sally said though her tone revealed her resignation. Paul stood up and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. She drew into his embrace and wiped a tear from her own eye. "I just want him to be happy."

"We all do, Sally," said Paul. "But Chiron is right. We don't really know what it's like to lose our closest friends to immortal beings."

"Percy needs time to heal," Chiron agreed. "I will continue training him, and hopefully one day Percy will find some purpose that will bring him happiness."

Sally nodded sadly and stepped away from Paul. "You should get going to work, my love. I'll clean up in here."

Paul put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I will be," Sally nodded. Paul eyed her for a moment before nodding as well. He walked into the small living room that broke off from the kitchen and grabbed his satchel off the recliner. Grabbing his keys from beside the door, Paul turned towards Chiron.

"Take care of her...Grandpa," Paul said with a smile. Chiron nodded and gave him a salute. With one last smile and a nod, Paul left the apartment. Chiron turned around and looked at Sally.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked. Sally opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Can you get that?" She asked. "My hands are full."

Chiron responded by wheeling himself over to the door and opened it. In the doorway stood a rather tall man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. He wore a fisherman's hat and had a rather regal looking beard. Chiron immediately bowed his head in reverence.

"Lord Poseidon," Chiron said respectfully. Sally nearly dropped the plates she was holding and rushed into the living room rubbing her hands on her pants.

"Poseidon!" she cried out softly. "I'm so glad you've come!"

Poseidon walked into the room and patted Chiron's shoulder. "I hope you are all doing well."

"We are," Sally said, "but Percy..."

Poseidon nodded and removed his hat. "I came to see him. Is he in his room?"

Sally nodded and pointed towards the hallway where Percy's room was. Poseidon nodded respectfully towards both of them and made his way down the hallway. The hall only had three doors, and judging by the starfish hanging on one of the rooms, Poseidon figured he knew where Percy was. He gently knocked on the door.

"Go away," came the muffled response. Poseidon sighed and opened the door anyway.

"I said go away!" growled Percy, his voice muffled by his pillow.

"Is that anyway to speak towards your father?" asked Poseidon. Percy lifted his head from his pillow and rushed forward to bow before Poseidon.

"I apologize, dad," Percy said quickly, "I didn't realize it was you."

Poseidon hoisted Percy up from his knees and placed his hands on Percy's shoulders. "It's alright, my son. I just wanted to see you and see how you were faring."

Percy's eyes darkened and he turned away from his father.

"I'm fine," he muttered. "I just need to be left alone."

"I figured as much," nodded Poseidon. "I figured you'd need to be alone, so I came to give you these." Poseidon held out his hand and a backpack appeared in it. Percy furrowed his brow and took the backpack.

"What is this?" he asked as he sat down on his bed. Poseidon sat down beside him.

"Open it."

Percy reached into the bag and felt something small and cold. He grabbed the object and pulled it out. It was a watch, and a rather well crafted one at that. Poseidon smiled at the watch.

"Your brother Tyson made that," Poseidon said. Percy smiled softly, though he was slightly worried by the lack of any emotion he felt. Poseidon continued, "It's a magical item that appears as a watch but actually contains a shield...and another little secret." He held up a hand to stop Percy from asking. "Tyson said you need to find it on your own."

Percy nodded and twisted the dial on the side, and a large, metallic shield sprang to life. He flipped the shield around to look at the intricate design on the front and had to whistle softly in admiration. The shield was magnificent. In the center was a large trident with rays of light streaking out of it. Around the sides were engraved images of Percy and his friends fighting on quests. Percy traced his hand around the images. After a moment he placed the shield to the side and reached back into the bag. His hand felt another metallic object, but this time, it was smaller and felt almost circular. He pulled his hand back out and found a small, circular orb that contained some strange substance Percy was unfamiliar with.

"That is a gift from your uncles," said Poseidon with a smile. Percy looked up at him confused.

"Zeus and Hades?" he asked incredulously.

Poseidon nodded. "That right there is an amulet that you must always wear. It contains a small amount of both their essences. The dead will listen to your commands and you will never find yourself without light." Poseidon shook his head in amusement. "Strange that Hades was so eager to assist you. Zeus, on the other hand, could only be persuaded to give you an everlasting source of light."

"This gift is too kind," muttered Percy. "I don't think I can accept this."

Poseidon placed a hand on Percy's shoulder and gave a soft squeeze. "You deserve much more, Percy. You saved Olympus and with it the world. We owe you a tremendous debt."

Percy shrugged and placed the amulet to the side. "I guess."

"Believe me, son," Poseidon said firmly. "Now reach back into the bag."

Percy cocked his head, but did as he was told. He reached his hand into the bag a third time. The last item in the bag was the same size as the amulet, but Percy knew immediately that it was a ring. He pulled it out and felt a strange sense of wonder as he looked at the ring. It was a silver ring with a gorgeous, green gem in the center. Greek letters were carved around the gem, but Percy was not in the right frame of mind to read it.

"It's your birthright," Poseidon said. Percy looked at him.

"My birthright?"

"That's right," Poseidon nodded. "As my son, you are a prince of the sea. This ring symbolizes that."

"What about Triton?"

"Triton is still the rightful heir to the throne of Atlantis," Poseidon said, "but nevertheless, you are still a prince. Triton even suggested I give you this."

Percy slipped the ring onto his finger and was satisfied when the ring fit just right.

"It's more than just a symbol though," Poseidon continued. "That ring gives you more power and authority as well. When you wear it, your godly abilities over water are strengthened. The ring also contains my essence as your amulet contains the essence of your uncles. As long as you wear it, you will have an everlasting source of water."

"How does that work?" asked Percy confused.

"The ring connects you to Atlantis itself," Poseidon explained. "As long as Atlantis is covered in water, the ring will draw on that water."

Percy eyed the ring and closed his eyes. He concentrated on the water within the ring, and soon found the connection his father had mentioned. He willed the water to spring forth out of his ring and was delighted to see a strong stream of water shoot out from it. Percy manipulated the water into a ball and then willed it back into the ring. He turned to his father and gave him a tight hug.

"I appreciate these gifts, dad," Percy said honestly. Poseidon hugged him back and then stood up.

"I'm glad." Poseidon pulled Percy up to his feet. "You have made me unbelievably proud, Percy."

Percy felt a small twinge of pride in his chest at the compliment, but it was immediately suppressed. He managed to smile at his father. "Thank you."

Poseidon smiled at him and turned to leave the room. Percy followed his father down the hallway towards the kitchen where Sally was still washing dishes and Chiron was reading a newspaper. Both stopped and looked at Poseidon and Percy when they walked in. Poseidon put his hat back on and smiled at them all.

"Thank you all for your hospitality," he said, "but I must be going. Atlantis still has a long way to being repaired. Please give Mr. Blofis my best."

Sally nodded and smiled. "I will."

Poseidon nodded at them all and made eye contact with Percy. "Remember you always have a place in Atlantis, Percy."
"Thank you, dad," Percy said with a small smile. Poseidon smiled back and then left the apartment. Percy stared at the door for a moment before turning back towards the others. "I'm going back to my room."

Sally nodded. "Just let me know if you need anything."

"I will," said Percy as he walked back towards his room. Once inside he picked the shield up from his bed and twisted the dial on the back to turn it back into a watch. He placed the watch and the amulet on his bedside table. With the bed cleared off, Percy plopped back down and stared up at the ceiling. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

««‡»»

Percy knew he was having a demigod dream. He was in a large cave that was illuminated only by a single fire towards the center. Percy hesitantly made his way towards the fire where he noticed two figures sitting beside it. As he drew closer, the figures turned towards him. The figures revealed themselves to be two girls one looking as though she were only twelve and the other as though she were in her mid forties.

"Lady Hestia?" asked Percy confused. The girl to his left smiled warmly at him.

"Percy," Hestia said, "I'm glad you've come."

"I'm dreaming. I didn't have much of a choice," Percy deadpanned though he was careful enough to make it not sound rude. He rather liked Hestia.

Hestia smiled sympathetically at him before looking at the other woman. "You're right of course, Percy. Hecate here needs your help."

Percy turned towards Hecate. He had never met the goddess of magic and her striking appearance put him on edge. Hecate must have sensed his emotions since she held up her hands.

"Relax, Mr. Jackson," she said, "I mean you no harm. In fact, I need your help."

"With what?" asked Percy cautiously.

Hecate sighed and looked rather guilty. "I have few children, Mr. Jackson, and they were all killed by Kronos and his army." Percy felt his gut clench. "All that I have left are my legacies."

"Legacies?" asked Percy confused.

"Legacies are descendents of demigods, Percy," explained Hestia. Percy nodded and waited for Hecate to continue.

"Most of my legacies have magical abilities, and occasionally some are as powerful as my own children," Hecate said. "Unfortunately, not all are good. Some have branched out into the darkest forms of magic."

"And I'm assuming you need my help in stopping one such legacy?" asked Percy. Hecate nodded.

"There is a wizard in England that most believe to be dead. He is barely alive, and will attempt to return soon. If he is allowed to live, he will create disaster in the world equal to that of the Titans."

"And you want me to confront this...this wizard?" asked Percy incredulously. "Why would I do that? I don't remember you helping us out during the war."

Hecate closed her eyes tightly and nodded. "You're right. I didn't help when I should have, and my children paid the price for that." She turned and looked at Percy. "Please. I need your help-the world needs your help."

Percy rubbed his eyes warily.

"There is a wizard, Percy," said Hestia softly. "He is a kid only a few years younger than you. He is the best hope for England in the upcoming war against the dark wizard."

Percy looked at her. "If there's already someone that's the best hope, what do you need from me?"

"He is not prepared for the war," Hecate said. "His life has been terrible, and he needs to be trained if he wishes to survive."

"Why is that so important?" Percy asked. "Why do I need to be the one to train him?"

"Because," Hestia said as the flames crackled, "because he is the center of a grim prophecy."

Percy's eyes widened and then he closed them tightly. Millions of thoughts raced painfully through his mind as he remembered each and every prophecy he had been a part of including the Great Prophecy that had outlined the end of the war.

"What is the prophecy?"

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..." Hecate trailed off as she finished the prophecy. Percy groaned. This prophecy sounded just as dark as his had been. He knew that he had to help this kid.

"How will I help him? He's all the way in England," Percy asked. Hecate and Hestia beamed gratefully. The fire burst with life, and Percy was filled with hope which seared through his chest as hot as the fire before him.

"Do not worry about that," said Hestia. "We are taking care of it."

Percy nodded and turned towards Hecate. "And how will I be able to help this kid? I can't do magic, and I doubt my power with water will really help me when dealing with powerful and dark spells."

Hecate nodded and stood up. "Hand me your shield."

Percy reached into his pocket for his watch and held it out hesitantly.

"Relax," Hecate said, "I am only placing a spell of my own upon it so that it will shield and deflect most spells."

"Most?"

"Unfortunately, there are a few spells that cannot be blocked," Hecate explained. Percy nodded slowly and gave her the watch. Hecate held them in her hands, and Percy felt the air spark with electricity. The goddess' eyes erupted in purple flames, and the shield began to glow the same color. The wind in the cave picked up and Percy had to dig his feet into the ground to stabilize himself. Soon the winds died down and the glowing ceased. Hecate handed Percy the object. Percy took it back gratefully though it did not feel any different.

When he had placed them back in his pocket, Hecate began to speak. "I will not stop at just enchanting those objects though."

"What do you mean?" asked Percy.

Hecate did not respond but instead held her hands out towards Percy. Purple beams of light shot out towards him, and before he could react, they pierced into his body. Percy felt as though fire was burning through his veins turning him to ash. It was almost as bad as the river Styx. Almost.

He ground his teeth together painfully. The pain ended after a moment, and the purple beams of light dissipated. Percy fell to one knee and began to pant.

"What the Hades was that?" he gasped out.

"I have given you my blessing," said Hecate. "You will be able to use magic yourself now."

Percy rose back to his feet though it took some effort. "Use magic? That's pretty neat."

Hecate nodded. "I cannot express to you how grateful I am that you are helping me."

"Yes well...I don't want another person to lose everything over a prophecy," Percy said. Hestia and Hecate nodded. "If that's all, I must be going now."

"Thank you, Percy," said Hestia softly. "You will bring much needed hope to the world."

Percy looked at her for a moment before shrugging. "If you say so."

Hestia smiled warmly. "You will. Now wake up."

Percy felt himself being pulled out of the dream and soon faded out of the cave. Once he was gone, Hestia turned back towards Hecate.

"I cannot believe that worked," she said. Hecate laughed. The laugh had a hint of hysteria in it which made Hestia bristle.

"I knew that he would give in if I acted vulnerable."

"It is not right to manipulate him that way," Hestia argued. Hecate shrugged.

"We really do need his help. So what if I had to trick him a little into giving it?"

««‡»»

"Percy? Percy are you awake?"

Percy opened his eyes abruptly and sat up quickly. He scanned the room and realized that he was back in his own bed. He sighed softly and pulled himself out of bed. He had no idea what to think of the dream. He reached into his pocket but did not feel his pen or his watch there. He looked at his bedside table and found both resting there beside his amulet. Percy shrugged and put the amulet on, placed the watch on his wrist, and put his pen in his pocket. He hoped that the dream was just that-a dream. He didn't want to think about having to train some kid in a different country to fight some dark wizard. It was all too weird and strange. Though if he were honest with himself, everything about his life was weird and strange. He was the son of one of the big three after all.

"Percy are you awake?" his mom called again from the hall. Percy sighed and went over and opened the door.

"I am now," he said. Sally smiled softly.

"I'm sorry about waking you, but lunch is ready and Paul is here."

Percy furrowed his brow. "Already? Doesn't he have more classes to teach?"

Sally shrugged. "He said he has big news. Come to the kitchen."

Percy tried to think what news Paul might have that would bring him home so early, but he couldn't think of anything. He followed his mom into the kitchen where Chiron sat in his wheelchair in his normal place. Paul was standing by the sink holding a big letter in his hands. Percy sat down at the table where a sandwich was waiting for him. He smiled at his mom and took a bite. Once he had swallowed it, he looked up at Paul.

"What's this news you have?" Percy asked. Paul smiled wide and put the letter on the table. Percy looked at it, but there was no writing on it.

"What is it?" asked Sally equally intrigued. Paul grabbed the letter and opened it.

"I got a new promotion!" he cried out waving the letter in the air. Sally clapped merrily and Chiron smiled. Percy merely narrowed his eyes. Something seemed off.

"What's the promotion?" asked Sally. Paul cupped her face.

"I just received a letter from King's College London to teach history to undergraduates!"

Sally frowned. "London? As in England?"

Percy's eyes widened. He felt his insides twist painfully as he realized that his dream had indeed been real. This must have been Hestia and Hecate's plan to get Percy into England.

"I realize that this is a major change, but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me!"

Sally shook her head. "I'm not sure about this, Paul."

Paul opened his mouth to speak when Percy interrupted him.

"I think it's a great idea," Percy said. Everyone turned towards him. "New York holds too many memories...it might be good to leave."

Sally eyed her son and seemed to be waging an inward battle. She was obviously torn between wanting to remain in New York where she had spent her entire life and moving to a new city and a new country. She turned towards Chiron. "What do you think about all this?"

Chiron held up his hands in surrender. "I go wherever Percy goes."

Sally sighed and turned towards Paul. "Alright, I guess it's off to England for us."

Paul whooped for joy and Sally could not help but laugh. Paul's joy was infectious and even Percy smiled brightly. It felt good to be in such a happy setting. Chiron must have noticed Percy seemed to be deep in thought despite his smile.

"Everything okay, Percy?" asked Chiron. Percy turned to him and nodded.

"I'll explain later."

Chiron eyed him carefully but did not press the matter. Percy turned back towards Paul and his mom.

"So when are we leaving?"

"Well actually, we need to leave this week," Paul said.

"This week?" cried Sally incredulously. "How will be pack all of this in a week?"

Paul shrugged. "We'll find a way. King's College wants me to come in time for the fall semester."

"What about your current job?" Percy asked. Paul shrugged.

"The school said they had a substitute that would cover for me. There's only two weeks left in the summer before school starts again. I thought they'd be rather furious with me, but for some reason they were more than willing to comply with King's' demand."

Percy scoffed quietly under his breath. Hecate and Hestia were definitely behind all of this.

"Well I guess we have a lot of packing to do," said Sally. "Percy, finish your sandwich and then run down to the store and buy us some boxes."

Percy nodded and scarfed down his sandwich. He placed the plate in the sink, took the money his mom handed him, and headed out for the store. As he left the apartment and walked down the busy New York street, he could not help but think that life was just about to get very interesting. Dark Wizards and new prophecies, thought Percy. Yes. Life would indeed be getting much more interesting.

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of what I hope to be a really fun HP/PJO crossover fic. I loved writing this. Since this is a crossover, understand that this is completely AU and that a lot of the dates have been shifted to better connect both worlds. As such, the Battle for Manhatten occurred only a few days before Percy and fam. move to London. At this point in the story, Harry is just about the leave to go to the Weasley's for the World Cup. Also, there are not nearly as many crossover stories as there are other types of fanfics so the possibility of overlap might be much more obvious here. I promise this story is entirely my own and if I ever (which is doubtable) use another author's ideas it will be credited and only used after permission is given.

To those of you who have been waiting for the next chapter of Civil War, that is currently in the works. I took the summer off to focus on my personal writing, so I am back now to work on these two fanfics. I might alternate when I write for each story, I might not. Just know that neither story will be left uncompleted. As always, thank you all for reading. Please leave a review as they are always helpful (BE CONSTRUCTIVE WITH CRITICISM)!