"Chiron! Chiron! There's an unconscious half-blood just inside the gates!" Chiron jolted up from his game of pinochle with Dionysus. Quickly, he stood up and rushed to the area the camper had indicated. Sure enough, there was a young boy (he couldn't be more than seven) lying on the ground in a pool of what Chiron hoped fervently wasn't his own blood. With the help of a few more campers the boy was moved to the infirmary. The Apollo camper on duty (Grace) assured him that the boy would survive, but only barely.

"If you'd been any later, he might have died, but he'll be okay. Physically at least. There are some older marks on him that I'll need to ask about when he's conscious, and I have no clue what his mental state is. I've seen demigods like him before, but not this severe. I wonder what his home life is like…"

Two days later, the boy finally woke up, and was able to write down that his name was Percy, but not anything else. In fact the boy had seemed terrified that they were going to punish him when he didn't give more information than that. After this, he fell asleep again, and didn't wake up for good until another five days had passed.

"Hello Percy." Chiron said pleasantly when the Apollo camper on duty (Andrew this time) had sent for him. The boy regarded him silently, but with that same fearful look in his eyes. "How are you doing?" Percy shrank further into the blankets and didn't answer. "My name is Chiron. This is Andrew. He and his siblings have been looking after you for the last few days." Andrew grinned at Percy, but didn't turn up the whole power, thank the gods. Andrew was one of those Apollo campers who inherited his blinding smile-literally unfortunately. "Do you want to talk?" Now, Percy finally responded, but still not verbally. He shook his head, but as Chiron made to leave, Percy found a piece a paper and a pencil and wrote Thank you. "You're very welcome Percy. Whenever you're ready to talk, we will. I would like to know your last name though, so that we can contact your parents." Percy shook his head quickly and scribbled Smelly Gabe won't care. He'll be disappointed I'm not dead. Well, it was actually more like mlSeyl aGeb w'tno arec. 'ellH eb sapinoddtepi Im' otn ddae, but years of dealing with dyslexic kids had trained him in translating lettering.

A day later, Percy was moved to the Hermes cabin until he was claimed. He still refused to speak, but he was very good at interpreting what he wanted, which was both a relief and worrying, since it might mean he had to gesture what he wanted, which in turn suggested abuse. A day after that, he was claimed by Poseidon and Chiron didn't know whether to be glad that Poseidon didn't leave his son stuck in the Hermes cabin, or upset that Poseidon had broken the oath. Over the next few months, Percy gradually opened up a little more, but he still didn't speak.

That fall, three months after Percy had arrived, two new campers came, and another "died".

Luke glared at the ground. It had been about twenty minutes since he, Annabeth, and Grover had made it into the camp and Thalia had died. He still couldn't believe it. Thalia was dead. She was supposed to be the one who lived the longest, with that spirit of hers, and she was the one to go first. It wasn't fair. Chiron had asked who their parents were, and he had reluctantly told him they were Hermes and Athena. Annabeth was now meeting her siblings, but Chiron had asked to speak with him before he met his. Now he clopped in.

"I apologize for being late. Another camper needed my attention for a little bit."

"It's fine." Luke mumbled to the ground.

"Luke." Luke looked up, and saw the centaur's expression. It wasn't pity like Luke had expected. It was… understanding. "Annabeth seems to be adjusting as well as can be expected under the circumstances. Her siblings are surprised at her level of intellect, but they can answer her questions. I assume you are curious why I have asked you here." Luke nodded. "It concerns your mother."

"What about my mother?" Luke asked sharply. "I ran away. I don't want to go back. She's crazy." Chiron nodded.

"I see. Annabeth has already expresses her sentiments about returning to her father. I believe the operative phrase was "He doesn't care, so why should I?"" Luke snorted humorlessly.

"That sounds like Annabeth," he muttered. Chiron regarded him for a second.

"Chiron!" They both turned at the shout. "Percy went out of sight again."

"Again?" Chiron sighed when the camper nodded. "Alright. There's nothing we can do except wait for him to come back. Oh, Andrew, this is Luke Castellan, our newest son of Hermes. Luke, this is Andrew Sunns, the head counselor of the Apollo cabin."

"Nice to meet you Luke," Andrew greeted cheerfully. Well what do you expect? Luke chided himself. He's Apollo's son.

"Likewise." He didn't bother asking who Percy was. More than likely he was another son of Apollo.

Later that day, at dinner, Luke looked around. Annabeth was chatting with two of her siblings, both of whom had her blond hair and gray eyes. The Apollo kid Andrew was talking with a girl about his age. There were between two and twenty kids at each table, except one. Luke frowned. At one of the tables, a lone boy picked at his food. He looked about Annabeth's age and had messy black hair. Luke couldn't see what color his eyes were. By his posture, the boy looked miserable, and Luke somehow knew that he was angry too, but not at anyone at camp.

After the campfire, Luke looked out for the boy, and was shocked when he headed for Cabin Three. Poseidon's cabin, he knew was supposed to be empty, just like Zeus' and Hera's. He'd had no idea Poseidon had broken the oath too. Luke resolved to watch out for this kid. If he were anything like Thalia had been, he'd be pretty powerful when he got older, and have a fearsome temper too. He tried to imagine Thalia's reaction to having a cousin and bet she would have been happy to have something in common with someone, but she'd be upset too, that another person had been cursed with being a Big Three demigod as well.

The next day, Luke stifled a laugh when Annabeth marched up to the kid after breakfast and introduced herself.

"Hi. I'm Annabeth. My mom's Athena. What's your name and your godly parent." Luke's smile faded when this kid looked at Annabeth, clearly terrified, and hightailed it out of there quickly. "Why'd he leave?" Annabeth complained. "I just wanted to know his name. And I saw him sitting alone at a table, so I know he isn't unclaimed." Luke patted her back.

"I know sweetie. Maybe your intelligence scared him. I'm sure if you just be as nice to him as you are to everyone else, he'll warm up to you in no time," he reassured the seven-year-old. Privately however he stored the fear in the boy's eyes in his mind as further support for abuse.

Annabeth tried twice more to talk to the boy, and every time he ran away. Finally, on their fifth day there, she cornered him.

"What's your name? I swear, I just want to know you." The boy looked around for exits, but Annabeth had made sure there were none. Luke was proud of her for that; the kid was only seven after all. Once the boy came to the same conclusion that Luke had, he pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. My name is Percy Jackson. I am the son of Poseidon. Well, that was what it translated to from Ancient Greek. The boy impressed Luke, and Annabeth managed to get over a moment of surprise. Her words made Luke burst into laughter. "Well, that's okay. We can still be friends." Percy looked uncertain, and then Annabeth made her fatal mistake. She stepped towards him, with the intent of shaking his hand. Percy sprinted through the opening her move created, and dived into the lake. He didn't resurface until dinner.

Over the next few months, Annabeth gradually succeeded in getting Percy to open up a little more, and Luke continued to collect evidence for the boy's mistreatment. Finally, after months of trying, Percy spoke. Not only that, but he told them his story. For over half an hour, he talked about his mom and how wonderful she was, and his stepdad, who wasn't as nice as his mom. He told them about the night that his stepdad (drunk at the time) killed his mother and tried to kill him. He said his father had saved his life, guided him to camp, and then went back with Artemis to show his stepfather exactly what Percy's family was like. He told them about how Andrew and Grace had saved his life, as his father hadn't been able to do much. Later, after the boy had finished, Luke went to Thalia's pine tree and retold it to her. He promised her that he'd look after her cousin, and he could have sworn that her needles rustled. That night he sacrificed his portion to Hermes and Poseidon, and Artemis.

He tried to keep his promise as best he could, but four years later, he couldn't help but feel powerless when a letter adressed to Percy Jackson of Cabin Three at Camp Half-Blood on Half-Blood Hill arrived.

Hello! More PJO crossovers from me! Okay, this is the full length Percy's Boggart that Demiwizard dragon girl requested all those months ago (nine, actually). Anyway, I promised it, so here it is!

The way this is going to work is, every couple months, I will add a chapter. Each chapter will be another Hogwarts year for our Golden Quartet. Each scene will be in a POV that isn't Percy's. That's right: this is a story about Percy, but he doesn't get to narrate. This is for two reasons: I want to explore people reacting to him, and also because I cannot imitate his voice. I have tried and I have failed. It will remain fairly canon compliant with both PJO and HP. HOO will also be referenced. I may change small things, however, so don't blow up in my face if I modify a scene a bit. Oh, one more thing. I know that the American magic school is Ilvermorny and that PJO and HP take place in different times, but for the sake of this fic, they coexist unknowingly, and I started this before all the Ilvermorny info was released.

Thanks,

swanglade37

Percy Profile:

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: Astronomy (most of the stars are after Greek myths after all)

Worst Class: Potions (all that reading)

Favorite Wizarding Candy: Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (they're like Jelly Beans)

Quirks: plays with a Muggle pen but never uses it (well we know why), burns part of every meal (again, we know why), and strange scarring (part of being a demigod, plus he grew up with Gabe)