Disclaimer: I don't own ether the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson series, the rights to that go to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling.

The Myth and Magic Meeting: Harry Potter/Percy JacksonHogwarts need help to defeat Voldemort and who better to help then our favourite demigods, the fates command it. So the fates decide to send our favourite wizards and witches books. The Order, Weasley family, Golden trio and some friends all read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. How will the wizards take to the demigods? First in the series.

Ok so I re-did the other chapters so that it has all the paragraphs from the book in it. And to fix up some mistakes. Sorry for the wait I didn't have a lot of time to work on this.

ANNABETHALWAYS: Thank you for the information, I went back and fixed up that section.

Infinitestormtales: Don't worry about me taking it off FF.N I won't.

Chapter 3: Socks of Death

"Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death," Harry read. Everyone turned to Percy, who just shrugged. "What does it mean by 'Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death'?" Hazel asked. Harry shrugged in response, but he saw Percy and Grover pale and slowly inch away from Annabeth. (3)

Third Person POV:

Percy and Grover shared a look maybe they should have told Annabeth about the Fates.

I was used to the occasional weird experience, but usually they were over quickly. This twenty-four/seven hallucination was more than I could handle. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on me.

"That had to be bad," Neville winched.

Percy nodded, "you have no idea."

"Sorry," Grover said also winching.

"Don't worry G-man," Percy said patting Grover on the shoulder, "it's all in the past."

Grover gave him a small smile before nodding.

The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr-a perky blond woman whom I'd never seen in my life until she got on our bus at the end of the field trip-had been our pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.

"The many moments that you hate the mist," Thalia said.

"At least it keeps muggles or mortals from seeing," Mr. Weasley said.

"That is true," Jason replied, "but it makes our lives a whole lot harder."

Mr. Weasley nodded at Harry started reading again.

Every so often I would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if I could trip them up, but they would stare at me like I was psycho.

"Which you are," Thalia, Nico and Jason said.

"Oh my gods, can you guys be nice to me for a minute," Percy exclaimed, causing the four of them to then start laughing.

Harry waited till the laughing starting to die down before reading again.

It got so I almost believed them-Mrs. Dodds had never existed.

Almost.

Everyone looked at Grover.

The Satyr in question was looking at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. After a couple of minutes Harry knew that nothing was gonna happen and started reading again.

But Grover couldn't fool me. When I mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. But I knew he was lying.

Fred and George moved so that they were standing on either side of Grover, and patted his shoulders.

"We shall-"

"-Teach you-"

"-The wondrous-"

"-Ability of-"

"-Lying," they finished together. Grover looked at the two and nodded fearfully.

"Sit down," Ginny called, "your scaring him."

The Weasley twins looked at their youngest sibling, "Now dear sister-"

"-We'd never scare him."

"The smirks tell a different story," Ginny replied. Both boys had smirks of mischief plastered across their faces.

"These smirks."

"Forge, what do you think?"

"Honestly Gred, I believe our smirks are amazing."

"Forge I must agree with you."

"How long until this ends?" Piper asked leaning towards Hermione.

"Depends," the brunette answered.

"Harry," Piper said turning to the black haired boy now. Harry nodded to signal that he was listening.

"Can you start reading please?" Piper asked. Harry nodded and looked at the book, finding his place he started reading loudly to drown out the noise of the twins.

Something was going on.

"Hey," Fred said.

"We were talking," George said.

"Yes but we need to finish this book," Piper answered, "unless you want this to be dragged out for longer."

"You have-"

"-A point."

Something had happened at the museum.

I didn't have much time to think about it during the days, but at night, visions of Mrs. Dodds with talons and leathery wings would wake me up in a cold sweat.

"Do you still have them?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Percy shook his head, "I don't have them anymore."

The freak weather continued, which didn't help my mood. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in my dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy.

"We'll father was definitely mad," Jason said blowing his cheeks out.

"The day's I'm glad I was a tree," Thalia said.

"You were a tree," Remus said.

"Yes," Thalia said, she spoke as if it wasn't a big deal.

"I'll explain later," Thalia said seeing the wizards and witches confused and scared looks.

One of the current events we studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.

I started feeling cranky and irritable most of the time. My grades slipped from Ds to Fs. I got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends. I was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.

The twins, Sirius, and Leo cheered.

Finally, when our English teacher, Mr. Nicoll, asked me for the millionth time why I was too lazy to study for spelling tests, I snapped. I called him an old sot. I wasn't even sure what it meant, but it sounded good.

"Why didn't you use that against Mr.D?" Leo asked between laughs.

"I would rather not be driven mad," Percy said also laughing.

"Whose Mr.D?" Neville asked.

"Our director for Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth answered, "we call him Mr.D, but his actual name is Dionysus."

"Your director is the god Dionysus," Hermione said eyed-wide.

"Yeah, he got in some trouble a couple hundred years or so ago and his punishment it to 'take care of us' as he likes to say," Leo said using air quotes.

"-And you make fun of him," Hermione squeled.

"Not exactly, we don't say any of these things to his face," Leo stated calmly.

"Leo, stop it," Hazel said.

"What am I doing…oh," he trailed off seeing the shocked expressions of the wizards and witches.

"Book reader," he said, "read please."

Harry started reading, happy to be away from the awkwardness.

The headmaster sent my mom a letter the following week, making it official: I would not be invited back next year to Yancy Academy.

Fine, I told myself. Just fine.

I was homesick.

"I think anyone would be," Frank said, "your mum's the best."

Harry quickly read on feeling jealousy clench at his heart. He wished he still had his parent around.

I wanted to be with my mom in our little apartment on the Upper East Side, even if I had to go to public school and put up with my obnoxious stepfather and his stupid poker parties.

The occupants of the room looked at Percy eyebrows raised. The demigod in question did his best to avoid the looks by asking Harry to read.

And yet... there were things I'd miss at Yancy. The view of the woods out my dorm window, the Hudson River in the distance, the smell of pine trees. I'd miss Grover, who'd been a good friend, even if he was a little strange. I worried how he'd survive next year without me.

"I could have survived fine," Grover said sounding offended.

"This was before I knew you were a kick-ass Satyr," Percy defended.

Grover nodded and Harry started reading.

I'd miss Latin class, too-Mr. Brunner's crazy tournament days and his faith that I could do well.

As exam week got closer, Latin was the only test I studied for. I hadn't forgotten what had told me about this subject being life-and-death for me. I wasn't sure why, but I'd started to believe him.

"Good!" shouted the demigods, Satyr and Titaness.

The evening before my final, I got so frustrated I threw the Cambridge Guide to Greek Mythology across my dorm room. Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards. There was no way I was going to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces. And conjugating those Latin verbs? Forget it.

"How you changed," Jason said.

I paced the room, feeling like ants were crawling around inside my shirt.

Many winched imaging what that would be like.

I remembered Mr. Brunner's serious expression, his thousand-year-old eyes. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson.

"Way to put pressure on the kid," Sirius said.

I took a deep breath. I picked up the mythology book.

I'd never asked a teacher for help before. Maybe if I talked to Mr. Brunner, he could give me some pointers. At least I could apologize for the big fat F I was about to score on his exam.

"Well now who's the pessimist?" Nico joked.

"Still you," Percy replied with a lopsided smile. Nico grumbled.

I didn't want to leave Yancy Academy with him thinking I hadn't tried.

I walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.

I was three steps from the door handle when I heard voices inside the office. Mr. Brunner asked a question. A voice that was definitely Grover's said "... worried about Percy, sir."

Many people put their heads in their hands realising what was happening.

Mad-Eye Moody grunted and shook his head thinking of what would have gone wrong if any other student that wasn't a child of the gods or knew of magic and such had heard. "You should have been more careful."

I froze.

I'm not usually an eavesdropper,

Everyone looked at Percy finding that hard to believe.

"It was back then," Percy exclaimed.

but I dare you to try not listening if you hear your best friend talking about you to an adult.

"Anyone would listen," the wizards and witches that were still in school-plus Sirius- said.

I inched closer.

"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too-"

"Should have been more careful," Mad-Eye repeated.

"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more."

"Still hasn't happened yet," sang Thalia.

"What's the point of growing up, when it's better to be a kid," Percy defended.

"See Remus the kid gets it," Sirius whispered to the man next to him. Harry smiled seeing his godfather returning to the carefree way that he used to be.

"But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline- "

"Will have to be resolved without him, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."

"Sir, he saw her... ."

"His imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince him of that."

"No-" Fred started.

"-It made him think-" George continued.

"-That he was crazy," Fred finished.

"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."

"It wasn't your fault," Thalia said looking Grover in the eye.

Grover opened his mouth to argue but Thalia cut him off.

"It was my choice. Stop blaming yourself. Harry read."

"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall-"

The mythology book dropped out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud.

Everyone groaned.

Mr. Brunner went silent.

My heart hammering, I picked up the book and backed down the hall.

"Yes don't leave any evidence," Fred, George and Sirius said. "And walk away… slowly."

A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than my wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.

"He was in his true form at a school," Annabeth said.

"He had a weapon at a school," Mrs. Weasley said at the same time.

I opened the nearest door and slipped inside.

"Hide, hide, hide…" the three from before chanted, with Leo joining in.

A few seconds later I heard a slow clop~clop~clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside my door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.

A bead of sweat trickled down my neck.

"Care Perce," Leo said, "he can smell fear."

Everyone laughed- except Snape and Mad-Eye- at Leo's choice of words.

Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."

"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn ..."

"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."

"Don't remind me."

"Wait did you have to do test every time you went to a school scouting for demigods?" Nico asked.

Grover nodded and sighed at the remembrance of all the tests that he was forced to take.

"Oh-"

"-that is-"

"-horrible luck-"

The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.

I waited in the dark for what seemed like forever.

Finally, I slipped out into the hallway and made my way back up to the dorm.

Grover was lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.

"Hey," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"

I didn't answer.

"You look awful." He frowned. "Is everything okay?"

"Just... tired."

I turned so he couldn't read my expression, and started getting ready for bed.

"Wish I knew about you reading emotions then," Percy grumbled.

I didn't understand what I'd heard downstairs. I wanted to believe I'd imagined the whole thing.

But one thing was clear: Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about me behind my back. They thought I was in some kind of danger.

"You were," the teenagers chorused, along with some adults.

The next afternoon, as I was leaving the three-hour Latin exam, my eyes swimming with all the Greek and Roman names I'd misspelled, Mr. Brunner called me back inside.

For a moment, I was worried he'd found out about my eavesdropping the night before, but that didn't seem to be the problem.

"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's ... it's for the best."

"Oh no," Calypso said putting her head in her hands when she realised what was happening.

His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed me. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids finishing the test could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at me and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips.

"Thanks for the memory book," Percy said disgusted.

"I don't like her," Annabeth said darkly.

I mumbled, "Okay, sir."

"I mean ..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."

"Stop talking," Tonks said hiding her head in her hands also.

My eyes stung.

Here was my favourite teacher, in front of the class, telling me I couldn't handle it. After saying he believed in me all year, now he was telling me I was destined to get kicked out.

"Right," I said, trembling.

"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be-"

"Right about the not normal part," Percy said, "but still."

Many winced realising what it would be like to have one of your favourite teachers tell you that.

"Thanks," I blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me.

"Percy-"

But I was already gone.

"Chiron needs to work on that," Hazel said.

On the last day of the term, I shoved my clothes into my suitcase.

The other guys were joking around, talking about their vacation plans. One of them was going on a hiking trip to Switzerland. Another was cruising the Caribbean for a month. They were juvenile delinquents, like me, but they were rich juvenile delinquents. Their daddies were executives, or ambassadors, or celebrities. I was a nobody, from a family of nobodies.

The sky thundered causing everyone to look at the ceiling wondering what was wrong.

"I didn't know then!" Percy shouted at the ceiling.

The wizards and witches looked at him wondering if he had gone crazy.

"What? Zeus," Percy answered.

They asked me what I'd be doing this summer and I told them I was going back to the city.

What I didn't tell them was that I'd have to get a summer job walking dogs or selling magazine subscriptions, and spend my free time worrying about where I'd go to school in the fall.

"Oh," one of the guys said. "That's cool."

They went back to their conversation as if I'd never existed.

"Their rude," Hazel and Calypso said.

The only person I dreaded saying good-bye to was Grover, but as it turned out, I didn't have to. He'd booked a ticket to Manhattan on the same Greyhound as I had, so there we were, together again, heading into the city.

"Bit suspicious," Ginny said raising an eyebrow.

During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to me that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when we left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, I'd always assumed he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.

I said, "Looking for Kindly Ones?"

"How much did he get scared," Sirius said leaning forward in his seat.

Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha-what do you mean?"

"A lot," Sirius continued.

I confessed about eavesdropping on him and Mr. Brunner the night before the exam.

"Noooo…" whined Fred, George, Sirius and Leo.

Grover's eye twitched. "How much did you hear?"

"A Bloody Hell lot," Ron said.

"Oh ... not much. What's the summer solstice dead-line?"

"Say you heard close to nothing, then spring a question that says you heard a whole dam lot more," Thalia said.

"I still what that dam shirt," Thalia finished with a smirk.

"Dam French fries," Grover said.

"The dam water fountain," Percy said. The trio started laughing causing everyone one to look at them.

"No," Leo said, "just no."

He winced. "Look, Percy ... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers ..."

"Grover-"

"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."

"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar."

"You should go and ask Khione for some ice for that burn," Leo laughed.

The Weasley twins smirked and pulled out there wands. George shouted 'Aguament!' causing a stream of water to flow out of his wand, Fred straight away shouted 'Glacius!' and pointed it at the water causing it to freeze.

The two boys then gave the ice to Grover, who in turn didn't laugh while the demigods and pranksters and golden trio did laugh at their friend's misfortune.

His ears turned pink.

Just like they did now.

From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.

The card was in fancy script, which was murder on my dyslexic eyes,

"Mr D, just loves to torture as doesn't he," Will murmured.

but I finally made out something like:

Grover Underwood, Keeper

Half-Blood Hill

Long Island, New York

(800) 009-0009

"What's Half-"

"Don't say it aloud!" he yelped. "That's my, um ... summer address."

My heart sank. Grover had a summer home. I'd never considered that his family might be as rich as the others at Yancy.

"Okay," I said glumly. "So, like, if I want to come visit your mansion."

"Percy seriously," Jason said.

Percy shrugged.

He nodded. "Or ... or if you need me."

"Why would I need you?"

Annabeth hit Percy over the head.

"Why did you say that," she scowled.

"I didn't mean to be harsh."

It came out harsher than I meant it to.

"See."

Grover blushed right down to his Adam's apple. "Look, Percy, the truth is, I-I kind of have to protect you."

I stared at him.

"As do I," said Leo.

"Blahhhh," Grover bleated, "I've gotten better."

All year long, I'd gotten in fights, keeping bullies away from him. I'd lost sleep worrying that he'd get beaten up next year without me. And here he was acting like he was the one who defended me.

They all looked at Grover, who hid behind his hands.

"Grover," I said, "what exactly are you protecting me from?"

There was a huge grinding noise under our feet. Black smoke poured from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs. The driver cursed and limped the Greyhound over to the side of the highway.

"There you go Grover," George said.

"-Now you don't have to explain," Fred finished.

Both Percy and Grover tried to shuffle away from Annabeth.

After a few minutes clanking around in the engine compartment, the driver announced that we'd all have to get off. Grover and I filed outside with everybody else.

We were on a stretch of country road-no place you'd notice if you didn't break down there. On our side of the highway was nothing but maple trees and litter from passing cars. On the other side, across four lanes of asphalt shimmering with afternoon heat, was an old-fashioned fruit stand.

The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks I'd ever seen.

Annabeth eyes widened.

"Please tell me that isn't who I think it is," she said slowly.

"Run!" Percy shouted and he and Grover bolted.

Thalia and Nico grabbed the two and threw then back at the daughter of Athena.

"Is it them or isn't?"

"Who?" the two said, pretending to not know.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, and the two boys laughed nervously.

Hazel nudged Harry and told him to read on before someone died.

I mean these socks were the size of sweaters, but they were clearly socks.

Percy and Grover gave Harry and thankful look.

The lady on the right knitted one of them. The lady on the left knitted the other. The lady in the middle held an enormous basket of electric-blue yarn.

Annabeth glared at the two. The others either glared at them too for not tell or gave them pity looks because they knew that the daughter of Athena's wrath was scary.

All three women looked ancient, with pale faces wrinkled like fruit leather, silver hair tied back in white bandannas, bony arms sticking out of bleached cotton dresses.

The weirdest thing was, they seemed to be looking right at me.

I looked over at Grover to say something about this and saw that the blood had drained from his face. His nose was twitching.

"Grover?" I said. "Hey, man-"

"Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"

Annabeth paled, "Your gonna be the death of me."

"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this but Perce, now is not the time to be funny," Leo said.

The wizards and witches had confused looks across their faces, what where they so scared of.

Three old women…Thread…Fates?

Hermione's eyes widened when she realised who they were.

"Not funny, Percy. Not funny at all."

"Listen to him," Frank said.

The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors-gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. I heard Grover catch his breath.

They all paled.

"We're getting on the bus," he told me. "Come on."

"What?" I said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."

"Listen to him," Frank said again. His face was drained of colour and he looked like he might be sick.

"Come on!'" He pried open the door and climbed inside, but I stayed back.

"No Percy," Hazel said her hand covering her mouth, "don't do that."

Percy and Grover shared a look knowing who's string it was.

Across the road, the old ladies were still watching me. The middle one cut the yarn, and I swear I could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic.

Annabeth hugged Percy tightly and is scared that he wasn't there. Percy hugged her back.

"The string wasn't mine Wise Girl," Percy said.

Annabeth let go and look at him. "What do you mean," she said whipping tears out of her eyes.

"Luke," Percy answered.

Annabeth nodded.

"Harry could you continue reading please?" Percy asked, wrapping an arm around Annabeth and bringing her closer. Harry nodded and started to read.

Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving me wondering who they could possibly be for-Sasquatch or Godzilla.

At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.

The passengers cheered.

"Took you long enough," Leo said sadly. He didn't know much about Luke and what had happened during the war against Kronos, but he knew enough that Luke had been the one to stop Kronos in the end.

"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"

Once we got going, I started feeling feverish, as if I'd caught the flu.

Grover didn't look much better. He was shivering and his teeth were chattering.

"Grover?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you not telling me?"

"Don't ask," Nico said.

He dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Percy, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"

"You mean the old ladies? What is it about them, man? They're not like ... Mrs. Dodds, are they?"

"Much, much worse," they said.

The wizards and witches looked at them, who were these old ladies.

Hermione looked over them, whoever this Luke had been, must have meant a lot to them.

His expression was hard to read, but I got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."

"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn."

He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost-older.

He said, "You saw her snip the cord."

"Yeah. So?" But even as I said it, I knew it was a big deal.

They nodded.

"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time."

"What last time?"

"Always sixth grade. They never get past sixth."

"Grover your scaring him," Thalia said, she had tried to make it sound like a joke but it didn't come out how she wanted it to.

"Grover," I said, because he was really starting to scare me. "What are you talking about?"

"Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."

This seemed like a strange request to me, but I promised he could.

"Is this like a superstition or something?" I asked.

No answer.

"Grover-that snipping of the yarn. Does that mean somebody is going to die?"

Percy hugged Annabeth closer.

He looked at me mournfully, like he was already picking the kind of flowers I'd like best on my coffin.

"That's the end," Harry said, putting the piece of paper they were using as a book mark in.

"Who were they?" Mrs Weasley asked.

"The Fates," Hazel answered.

Seeing the many confused looks they explained.