Ch. 1

Percy Jackson trudged down the jetway from his plane and into London International Airport.

He probably should have been nervous, especially considering he'd just flown across the Atlantic Ocean after he'd been explicitly warned years earlier that if he ever got into another plane, he'd never survive to see solid ground again. Apparently though, it seemed Zeus had decided he'd earned a free pass.

Because that was totally an equal gift to the one he'd given Zeus and the others gods...

If he could go back, he wouldn't have done any of it.

He wouldn't have gone to Camp Half Blood.

He wouldn't have undertaken all those deadly quests over the past four years.

He wouldn't have led an army of less than one hundred demigods against a monster army thousands strong.

And he definitely wouldn't have battled the Titan Lord Kronos, inhabiting the body of a demigod who been his friend briefly, and saved Olympus and in turn, all of western civilization.

Nope; the moment he saw Grover's furry legs, he would have dropped stopped in his tracks, thrown Grover out of the car, and made his mom turn them around and go back to New York.

None of that was worth the price he paid in the end.

Sure they'd won the war and saved the world and yada yada yada... But watching his best friend, the girl he never even got a chance to tell how he really felt, die before his very eyes was not something he was willing to give. He'd given the gods everything and in turn they took the only thing that truly mattered to him.

And after all of that, they'd tried to make him a god.

Pfft... Spending any time, let alone eternity, with the gods of Olympus was literally the last thing he wanted.

Yup, he turned down immortality. Just about any rational person would think he was an idiot. But they obviously didn't know the gods. They didn't know those ungrateful, manipulative worms for what they really were. If they did, they would turn and try to get as far away from Olympus and those gods as they could.

And that, as his mother explained to him, is why he found himself standing alone in London International Airport. She thought it would be good for him to get away for a while.

An entire school semester, apparently.

His Mom had a second cousin or something from England and she'd almost had to beg to get Petunia to agree to let him stay until the holidays. His Mom said Petunia had been oddly worried about Percy's safety in London, as if there would be anything worse than what he already been through in New York.

Of course, Petunia clearly didn't know he was a demigod. Considering his life for the past few years, he was quite capable of taking care of himself. A semester with a bunch of wimpy Brits wasn't even going to make the top one hundred of situations where he was in danger.

If only he knew how utterly wrong he was...

He looked around, wondering where the Hades this Aunt Petunia or her husband, Vernon, were. Did they have the wrong flight information? He looked around for anyone that looked like they might be looking for someone then shrugged his shoulders, deciding he'd get his luggage and then look around some more.

As he waited for his bangs to appear on the conveyor belt, he felt the all too familiar sensation that someone was watching him. His hand moved to his pocket where Riptide had ridden throughout the flight; airport security clearly wasn't attuned to detecting mythological weapons as his sword went through the checkpoints without issue.

"Oy!" A gruff and annoying voice grunted from behind him.

Percy turned and his hand moved away from his pocket as he laid eyes on a bored looking fat kid who seemed completely uninterested in being there. His dark hair looked like it'd been cut by someone simply putting a bowl on his head and cutting anything longer than the bowl could cover. His baby blue shirt was way too big, which had to have been special ordered considering the gut this kid was sporting. He wore a pair on untied basketball shoes and way too big basketball shorts that seemed to be trying to fall down, probably a desperate attempt to get away from the huge ass that was tucked inside it.

"Uh," Percy raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You Percy?" The kid asked. Percy simply nodded then turned and snatched his two bags off the baggage claim belt.

"I'm Dudley and you're late. Mum and Pop are waiting in the car, let's go!"

Percy gave the kid a strange look, "I was supposed to know that you guys were waiting in the car, how?"

Dudley's eyes narrowed and for a minute Percy thought he was going to try to punch him.

"Whatever; now you know. Let's go, I've got things to do today."

Percy rolled his eyes annoyed at the way this kid, his cousin supposedly, acted like it was his fault they'd been too lazy to even come inside so he knew where to go.

"Tell me if I'm hot or cold," Percy deadpanned. "Do these plans by any chance involve a cheeseburger?"

Dudley's face turned so red that Percy thought he was about to blow steam out of his ears.

"Stupid American git! Lucky for you there's so many people around. Otherwise I'd show you some manners right now."

Percy couldn't help but smile, "Ok bud, lead the way. In case you forgot, I've never been to London and have no idea where to go."

He followed Dudley out into the pick up area where he found what appeared to be a walrus in a suit looking impatiently at them from the driver's seat of a brown sedan. Beside the walrus was an older looking woman, maybe in her early fifties who had on a bit too much makeup but might have been attractive, twenty or thirty years earlier.

He saw the trunk of the sedan pop open as Dudley jumped into the backseat. After putting his two bags away, Percy slid into the opposite backseat, quickly realizing his mom had sent him off to suffer until Christmas for some cruel reason.

Yeah... Thanks mum.

"It's about time, boy!" Vernon grumbled as he threw the car into drive and pulled out into the lane leading towards the highway. The woman beside him, Petunia Percy guessed, shot him a look of irritation. She turned around and gave Percy a smile that was noticeably forced.

"Hello, Perseus." She tried for friendly but is came out strained and Percy started to wonder if his Mom was trying to push him to suicide by sending him with these people.

"Uh, hi." He said awkwardly. "Sorry, I've never been to London before, I didn't really know where to go."

Petunia glared at her husband, stopping him from speaking just as he looked ready to reply before she looked back at Percy.

"It's no problem, dear." She said sweetly. "It's nice to meet you, Perseus. It's been decades since I've seen your mother. You'll have to forgive us, we were a little caught off guard when your Mum asked if we'd take you in for a semester."

Percy nodded, unsure of what to really say. He wanted them to know this wasn't his first choice either but he figured that wouldn't help his relationship with his not so friendly Uncle Vernon and the jolly looking kid beside him.

"Yeah," Percy rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, Mom kind of just sprung this on me too."

"You see, Petunia!" Vernon whined. "The boy doesn't even want to be here!"

"Vernon!" Petunia snapped. "It's one semester and Perseus is family!"

"Yeah," Dudley quipped from the back. "And so is Potter. Thanks for that Mum."

Petunia's glare snapped to her son he paid her no attention. Petunia tried to give Percy a reassuring smile but it didn't help Percy feel any less unwelcome with this pretty rude family he was apparently related to.

"Potter?" Percy asked, unsure of what else to say amid the awkward tension.

"Your new bunkmate," Dudley quipped. "I'm sure you two will get on brilliantly. You seem about as mental as that bloke."

"Dudley!" Petunia hissed but his mother seemed to have no affect on the overweight preteen.

"We're almost home," Vernon grunted, obviously interested in ending this conversation. It worked to end the chatter as they rode the last ten minutes in silence. As they turned, Percy read the road sign for Privet Drive, a road that was littered with identical houses lining both sides of the street. While not exactly luxurious, Percy was mildly interested in the fact that their house had a yard, something he never had growing up in New York.

They pulled into number four, a small home that looked no different than any other on the street. Vernon popped the trunk and got out, he and Dudley heading right inside without offering to help Percy with his luggage. Petunia, at least, waited for Percy to grab his stuff and walked with him inside. As they walked in, Percy almost gagged by the overwhelming smell of some kind of lemon cleaning product. The whole house almost sparkled it was so neat and clean. Distracted by the smell, Percy almost ran right into his Uncle Vernon, who was waiting at the bottom of the stair looking up impatiently.

"Come on, boy! Come help your new roommate with his things."

Percy opened his mouth to say he had no problem carrying his own stuff when a slender boy appeared at the top of the stairs. His had jet black hair, almost the same as Percy's. He looked a year or two younger and much thinner than Percy but he had a pair of bright green eyes that made Percy pause for a second. They were different than his sea green ones and hidden behind a pair of glasses but the kid's face hit Percy with a strong sense of deja vu. The weirdest part was that Percy knew why he felt that way.

This kid looked a lot like him.

If he didn't know better, he would think he just found his younger brother.

The boy was staring at him as well and looked like he was having the same kind of revelation.

"Oy! Let's go, Potter!" Vernon snapped. "Help the boy with his stuff. You two will be getting to know each other til the school year starts. You might as well start now."

"Vernon," Petunia interjected. "Perseus just got here. He's probably hungry."

Percy shook his head, "I ate on the plane. And I'm actually kind of wiped out... If that's okay, Aunt Petunia." He said kindly, realizing that his only ally in the family was his Aunt Petunia, though he doubted her concern was genuine. She seemed more worried that Percy would tell his mom about the rude family she sent him off too. But regardless of her reasons, Percy realized it would be best to try to be as nice and polite to Petunia as he could.

She looked like she wanted to say something but under Vernon's impatient stare, she nodded and walked towards the kitchen with Vernon right behind her.

As Percy turned towards the stairs, he was bumped hard from behind, making him drop his suitcases, one of them opening up and spilling out some of his clothes.

"Whoops," Dudley said annoyingly before narrowing his eyes at Percy. "Don't think I forgot about that quip about the cheeseburger, prat."

Percy's right hand clenched into a fist, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend the love of your life. I won't mention her again."

Dudley's face looked like a tomato but the sound of his mother calling his name stopped him from attacking Percy, "Watch your back, Jackson."

Percy rolled his eyes, "I'd tell you to do the same but I doubt your neck can turn that far around carrying those extra chins."

"Duddy!" Petunia called from the kitchen.

He pointed a finger at Percy, "You're dead," he snarled before disappearing into the kitchen.

Percy reached down and started to grab his spilled clothes when he saw another pair of hands reach down to help him out. He looked up to find the Potter kid with a smile trying to force its way onto his face.

"It's okay," Percy said, "I can get it."

The boy ignored him and stuffed the last few shirts into the suitcase and closed it before picking it up.

"That was bloody brilliant," he grinned. "I thought steam was about to shoot from his ears."

Percy gave him a crooked smile, "Yeah, well, Dudley seems like a real nice guy. Not much different than his dad."

Potter looked at his seriously, "You have no idea. Come on, let's get upstairs before any of them come back out."

Percy followed the Potter kid up the stairs and into what had to be the smallest room in the house. Inside, two beds that looked like they were made for children sat on opposite sides of the room, which in the cramp setting put them about five feet apart.

"And the day just keeps getting better," Percy sighed. He looked over and saw his new roommate looking a little embarrassed. "But at least it seems I've got the only normal one in this house to live with. Dudley would probably try to eat me if I was sharing his room."

The boy chuckled a bit and set Percy's bag down on the empty bed. Percy did the same with his and extended his hand, "Hey, I'm Percy Jackson."

The boy took his hand, "Harry, Harry Potter."

A.N: Just so everyone knows, in this story, Percy is 16, right after the end of the Titan War. Harry is fourteen and about to enter his fourth year at Hogwarts. The year is 2017 and yes, I know the ages/years are wrong but this is my story and my party and I'll do what I want.

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