This is the first Fanfiction I have ever written, and I had a few scenes in mind that I wanted to add. This story takes place after the third book in the 'Apollo' series and during the fifth book in the 'Harry Potter' series. I know that there are some inconsistencies between the book and the beginning of this fanfic, but I wanted Harry to meet up with the Weasleys at the station… so Harry did not spend his summer with Serius at the HQ for the Order of the Phoenix. He does, however, know the same things as Ron and Hermione about what the order does and its members. Sorry that most of this first chapter is fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or PJO, HOO, and Trials of Apollo. Full rights go to the authors J. and Rick Riordan for setting and characters

Chapter I: Coming Back Home

Harry's POV:

On September first King's Cross station was as busy as ever with kids hanging out windows saying goodbye to their parents, and staff running around fixing late trains and missing baggage. It was almost impossible to spot the kid with unruly black hair weaving through the crowd with a trolley loaded with a trunk and a large cage covered with a spare set of robes until the bird under the set of robes let out an ear-splitting SKREECH! The people nearest the boy turned to look at the underage wizard but didn't say anything to him.

Harry looked up from his owl, Hedwig, and muttered something that sounded vaguely like "Sorry."

The passengers at station nine slowly turned back to the train pulling in. Harry Potter looked at the clock on the wall and turned to the wall separating stations 9 and 10. He was about to start moving, but he heard a familiar voice that made him stop.

There was a plump witch ushering four kids with flaming red hair through the station, "Come on, come on. 10:48, Fed, George you first. Quickly now, Quickly." The witch spotted Harry in the crowd and walked over to him opening her arms to wrap the boy in a hug, "Harry dear, wonderful to see you."

One of the boys with a hand me down sweater and pants walked up to Harry and patted him on the back, "Nice to see you, mate. How was your summer?"

"Fine," Harry walked away from the boy and through the wall. Instead of crashing he emerged on the other side facing a scarlet steam engine and a platform full of people. Some of them were in sweeping robes, but most of them, like Harry and Ron, were in 'Muggle' clothes.

Harry looked back at the wall he just came through and saw that Ron didn't come through right away. He quickly walked away and tried to lose himself in the crowd of wizards getting ready for the train ride to Hogwarts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Weasley twins, Fred and George with a group of students huddled around something that their friend Lee Jordan was holding. One of the twins they his head back and laughed and Harry made a mental note to be cautious on the train around the twins.

On the other side of the platform, there was a gang of kids in black robes with a silver and green crest depicting a snake with its jaws wide, ready to strike. One of the boys with shoulder length blonde hair, held back with copious amounts of hair gel looked up and saw Harry. He strutted over and held up a piece of paper. It was a Daily-Prophet with a moving picture of Harry with the headline, "Potter: Plotter." The article was no doubt written by the famous author, Rita Skeeter and was dissing both "The-Boy-Who-Lived," and his mentor Albus Dumbledore.

"Look here, we get to see the famous Harry Potter in person," the rest of the group followed Malfoy and were holding up their own copies of the newspaper. Malfoy continued in an overly sarcastic voice, "Look- its The-Boy-Who-Lied!"

Harry was thinking of something witty to say back to the Slytherin when a familiar voice behind him made him jump. "Well, I'm sure your family would know if Harry was lying they would be one of the first ones to know. In fact, I bet that they were there when You-Know-Who," Hermione took a deep breath and forced out, "Voldemort, rode in the graveyard." She put her hand on Harry's shoulder and turned him away from the group of Slytherins. "Come on Harry, let's go," she muttered under her voice.

This time it wasn't Malfoy who spoke up but the girl hanging off his arm, Pansy Parkinson, "That's right, mudblood. Run away."

Hermione sighed but kept moving when they were out of sight, Harry jerked his shoulder away from her hand and in silence dragged his owl and trunk to the nearest empty compartment. The train pulled out of the station and started to move towards Hogwarts. When Ron joined them in the compartment Harry briskly shut the door, shielding the trio from prying eyes, and ears.

There is only one way to describe what happened next, Harry exploded, "What is wrong with you two. You barely write and when you do you tell me that there is a secret group dedicated to taking down Voldemort, and you don't know anything about it, I couldn't join to get information, and I have to 'sit tight' at the Dursleys house. I went all summer with barely a scrap of news, and the next thing I get is a letter that tells me that Snape is a part of the Order. I thought that you of all people would help me."

Harry stopped to take a breath and rounded on Ron when Hermione cut in smoothly, "Dumbledore made us swear not to tell."

She sat down and took a ginger cat with a smushed face out of the box by her feet, she gently placed it on the seat next to her when Run jumped away, "Oi! Get that monster away from me."

"Ron, It's a cat,"Hermione grudgingly lifted the cat over her legs to the other side of her, and away from Ron.

Harry took the chance to sit down and look at his two best friends. The next thing he said he spoke in a cool voice, promptly dismissing his friends, "Don't you have prefect duties to attend to?"

Ron and Hermione flashed one last look at Harry before getting up and leaving the compartment. He was left alone with a snowy white owl and a cat slinking across the seats until she found a spot she liked to curl up to sleep.

"Good idea," Harry mumbled before he leaned back in his seat in the corner and fell asleep.

Like always Harry's sleep was filled with nightmares. Today he watched the most common one unfold before his eyes.

Harry and Cedric were getting ready to grab the Triwizard cup in the center of the maze.

"One… Two… Three!"

Harry and Cedric each grabbed a handle of the cup at the same time. A smile lit up Cedric's face when he looked down at the cup, but then he was falling. When he hit the ground he looked around. Tombstones surrounded them and the sun was hanging low in the sky. Both he and Harry slid their wands into their robes as they walked around looking at their surroundings.

A small man walked out of the shadows and a high pitched voice shouted out, "Kill the spare."

Wormtail proceed to do so the flash of green light instinctively made Harry close his eyes, but when he opened them again he saw the moment paused. The light illuminated Wormtail and a small bundle in his arms. Wormtail's face was smashed and rat-like, his eyes were lit up green from the killing curse he muttered under his breath. Harry turned his head at Cedric Diggory. His eyes were widened in shock as she watched the man kill him. The light was near to his chest and he was reaching into his pocket for a wand that would never be drawn.

Harry closed his eyes again and when he opened them Cedric was on the ground the light left his eyes as a faint wisp of pale blue light left him. His soul dissipated into the humid air as the same high pitched voice laughed a horrible soulless laugh. Harry desperately clawed at his friend trying to wake him up, trying to undo the curse his father's best friend had cast, trying to figure out what was happening. Cedric can't be dead, Harry numbly stood up dragging his wand out of his pocket and holding back a sob.

"Harry… Harry!" He looked around trying to identify where the voice was coming from. He heard it again, "Harry!"

Harry woke up with a mane of bushy brown hair in his face, and someone shaking his shoulders violently. He heard Ron's voice. "Harry, wake up mate, were almost there."

Harry groaned and wiped the sleep out of his eyes before sitting up and looking at Ron and Hermione. They both were in their Hogwarts robes, with a prefect badge pinned over the red and gold Gryffindor crest. Harry got up and opened his trunk. He pulled out a set of robes and threw them over his head as the train slowed down. Ron looked out the window to see a picturesque town surrounded by a black forest that stretched on for as long as anyone could see.

When the train doors opened kids filed out some of them were slow and unsure where to go, and others like Malfoy didn't hesitate to push them down getting to the carriages. The golden trio made their way down the path to the carriage that stopped in front of them. There was a girl on it with long wild dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. Ron confidently boarded the carriage, while Hermione bored with more caution lacing uneasy at the strange girl before accepting her hand onto the carriage. Harry was still standing in front of the carriage looking at a skeletal black winged horse braying and whining with as much unease as Hermione.

"What are these horses?" Harry asked Hermione finally tearing his eyes away from the empty eye sockets, and looking at her expectantly. "They were never here before."

Hermione looked at the seemingly empty air than back at Harry. "Nothing, they're pulling themselves as always."

"You're not going mad… I can see them too…" The girl in the carriage put down the magazine she was holding upside down to smile at Harry. "You're just as sane as I am."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their seats at the long house tables and settled in to watch the sorting. After the last kid was sorted into "RAVENCLAW!" a wizard stood up. He had a long beard and hair equally as long behind his back, it was snow white and was partly tucked into the belt of his long midnight blue robes. When he raised his hands the entire Great Hall got so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Dumbledore started to talk when a lady dressed head to toe in a sickening pink stood up. At first, it was hard to tell because she was so short, but then she gave a small cough and walked around the table to be in line with the wizard. Dumbledore gave the floor to the witch and announced her as, Professor Umbridge. There was a startling height difference between them, and being closer Harry could make out her features. Small eyes and a wide mouth were the most prominent things on her squished face. Her pink cardigan and dress quickly gave her the nickname, 'The Pink Toad' amongst the students. Then she started making her speech.

About halfway through the speech, almost everyone in the Great Hall was looking at anywhere but the witch speaking. Most of the students were daydreaming away when a loud bang shook the hall. Umbridge screamed and ran back to the safety of the table while most of the staff were doing the opposite. They all had their wands out and were in the process of moving to be in front of the table when they finally registered who walked into the hall.