Hello! This is MidnightShadow101! This is my second P.J. and H.P. fanfiction, so I hope you like this!

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Chapter 1: Jay's POV

"Jay! Jay!" I paused in my training and turned around. Annabeth waved and walked within talking distance, eyeing my deadly arc of a sword that had just moments ago been hacking dummies apart. "Chiron wants to see you. There's this big meeting." I raised my eyebrows. "I don't know. But it must be pretty important. They called Jason, Frank, and Hazel from Camp Jupiter, and even managed to track down Nico." I nodded and sheathed my sword.

She turned and started walking towards the Big House. Following her, I noticed that Percy, Jason, Nico, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, and Grover were all milling around, chatting. When they noticed me, they all fell silent. At camp, I was known as the "anti-social-don't-talk-to-her-or-bother-her-or-sh e-will-hack-you-to-pieces" sort of person. The gray streak in my hair and my scarred hands didn't help either, but I didn't mind. I don't want friends. Friends are only people that can hurt you. Your enemies will always use your friends and family as leverage on you. Everybody knows about my past, but no one mentions it, which is fine by me. The only person that could technically be called my friend is Nico, but that's only because we are both children of Hades. Nico is would be the same age as Martin if he was still alive, and I would be the same age of Bianca is she was still alive.

"Ah, Jay." Said Chiron, sending a smile in my direction (which I ignore). "Now, we can begin. An old friend of mine named Albus Dumbledore is in desperate need of our help. Monsters have been on the move. They are attacking his school of wizards and witches."

"Wizards and witches?" asks Annabeth, confused. "Didn't they die out? I know Hecate blessed them with magic a long time ago, but I thought they all died."

"No, child. Zeus tried to hide us from them, them from us."

I snorted. Yes, he did a wonderful job of doing that. Now, my family and everyone I cared about are dead. Chiron had made me swear not to tell anyone about the wizards, which I broke only once to tell Nico about. He already knew, anyway. Our father tells him everything, whereas Hades never gave me the time of day. Why, how I'd love to throw him into the Styx and-

I dozed off into my murder thoughts as Chiron filled the rest of the campers in.

"-And that is how wizards came into existence." Finished Chiron. "Which brings us to the subject of your quest. You will go to Britain, and protect a boy named Harry Potter."

I polished my black knife on the edge of my shirt. "And why does this boy have to be protected?" I noticed everyone staring at me and I raised my eyebrows. "What? It's a valid question. I have better things to do than protect little boys."

"This "little boy" has outsmarted the Dark Lord numerous times, and is therefore a target of monsters. Lord Voldemort is rising again, and he is allying with the Titan Lord. Monsters will be sent to kill him. You must protect him. I want Nico, Percy, Annabeth, and Jay to go." Chiron intoned, and then shot me a glare as if to say, and you will go. That is an order.

I gave a low growl. Had I survived the worst punishments of the Olympians to protect little kids? But, no, he wasn't a little kid anymore. By the way Chiron was now describing him, he was fifteen, older than me by a year. I sighed inwardly. As much as I hated it, I was not getting out of this one. And I was a good fighter.

"Alright, I'll go." I said. As if I had another option. "But if we fight any Death Eaters, I get to kill them, no exceptions, no questions."

Almost everybody looked confused. I ignored them and looked straight at Chiron. "Deal? If you agree, I will complain minimally."

He sighed. "I agree to your deal, Jay. Now go pack. You leave for London on a plane in an our and a half."

So... what do you think of Jay? I specialize in my evil/misunderstood characters. They. Are. Cool.

PS: Here is why Jay is so obsessed with Death Eaters and Voldemort (In Jay's POV):

Hello. My name is Jay. When I was seven, Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to attack demigod families. I am a daughter of Hades, so naturally my family was targeted. My step –father killed. My mother killed. My little brother, Martin, killed. Officials of Camp Half-Blood miraculously managed to save me after I had destroyed an entire army of monsters. I was raised there, drowning, tuning out the world, and taking zero interest in anything except fighting. When I turned twelve, I received a letter. My brother was not dead. He was alive. But that would soon change. I abandoned Camp Half-Blood and traveled to Mount. Tam in San Francisco. They offered me a deal: if I held the sky for three months and survived, Martin would be turned free. I accepted. After three months, Atlas had regained his strength. Someone took my place with the sky (a sandy haired boy) but Martin wasn't released. I had impressed Atlas with my perseverance in holding the sky. He had admitted he thought that I wouldn't survive. So he added something to the deal: for three more months, I would take Sisyphus's place and roll a boulder up the hill in the Underworld. I accepted, but only for Martin's sake. I succeeded. I was given a mark to show that I had survived the harshest punishments of the gods. Black chains were branded around my wrists. Martin was finally released. But on our way home, Death Eaters wearing Kronos's symbol attacked and killed him. I was spared (that's what the Death Eaters said after I had completely thrashed them) and allowed to live in pain, living only by a mad desire for vengeance.

OMG, her life is sooooooo sad...