Well, this is my last story for two weeks.

...I feel rather accomplished.

This would be my 28th story, and I'm feeling great.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

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"Um, Nico, I don't think this is New York."

Nico, who looked like he was about to pass out, just glared. "Pretty obvious. I don't think people in New York talk with British accents."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "We're in King's Cross, London. Very, very far away from New York."

Percy glanced at the enormous skylights above them, taking note of the light streaming in. "Wait, it was nighttime back in Canada. Why is it day here?"

Nico rolled his eyes. "Time zones, dummy. It's not even the same day here."

"September 1st. I saw the date on that newspaper." Annabeth pointed to the businessman that had just walked by.

"I'm going to buy some food. Anyone coming with?" Nico pushed himself to his feet.

"I'll go. Percy, you want something?"

"Um, just a bag of chips." Percy decided.

"Crisps."

"What?"

"They're called crisps here."

"What? That's crazy. Chips are chips." Percy declared.

"Well, here Crisps are chips, Chips are French Fries, and Biscuits are cookies." Annabeth rattled off. "And Biscuits are muffins, I think."

Percy shook his head. "Brits are weird."

"Hey guys," Nico said. "Did those people just come out of a wall?"

He pointed to a group of people that were standing between platforms nine and ten.

"No. Now come on, let's get Percy some crisps."

They left.

Percy waited approximately one minute, before his ADHD got the best of him and he started to wander around.

Not looking where he was going, he bumped into some kids about his age.

"Sorry!" The black haired one exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Percy replied.

Then he noticed the kid's scar on his forehead. It was interesting, in the shape of a lighting bolt.

"Zeus thought I stole that once," Percy said, pointing to the scar.

Then he walked away.