I'm going through a bit of writer's block for my other story, Lost Memories, check it out and give me ideas if you want. In the meantime, I had an idea and thus began this story your reading right now so...yeah.

All credit goes to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan, because as much as I wish I did, I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson.

I would also like to give credit to dhairyasood748 for giving me a few ideas.

Enough annoying babbling from me. Enjoy the story!

There was a flash of silver and the sound of something whooshing past his year, he turned to see who it was only to be met with a knife through his gut. Then everything went black.

Harry shot up in a cold sweat, scar throbbing painfully, he has had nightmares before, but this one seemed...different. Breathing heavily, Harry tried to get out of bed but found every inch of his body protesting in pain. He looked down at his arms and saw bloody cuts and bruises. His uncle really didn't hold back this time, as soon as he closed the door he threw all of his school things in the cupboard under the stairs and began beating all of his "freakishness" out of him for the summer, as Uncle Vernon so kindly put it. Ever since he was six years old, Harry has been beaten for every time Harry did something that he couldn't control, from doing something better than his cousin Dudley (unintentionally), to accidentally turning his teacher's hair blue.

So basically, everything that Harry did was an act of "freakishness," or just an excuse to beat him up.

He had just gotten back from his first year at Hogwarts and uncle had given him the worst beating yet, and he could already see it getting even worse as the summer progressed.

Harry reached over to find his glasses, groaning quietly in pain as he did so, and shoved them on his face. Then he reached for the mirror on his desk, and examined his face. There were huge black bruises on his neck, cheek, and around his left eye, along with a cut on his other cheek and above is right eyebrow. His messy black hair was damp and sticky with sweat and blood.

Hedwig, his amazingly smart pet owl, hooted comfortably from her cage, he did his best to smile back at her, but even something so simple like smiling hurt too. He couldn't even remember the last time he had genuinely laughed or smiled. He usually faked it when Ron or the twins made some joke that he was supposed to find funny, but to him, nothing was funny, he was beaten every day since he was old enough to start primary school. He never had any friends to joke around and play with because Dudley always chased them away, he was called 'Boy' or 'Freak' by his relatives and didn't even know his real name until he started school, not-so-coincidentally around the same time the beatings started.

He looked down at his body, at his skinny arms and legs and knobby elbows and knees. He looked like he could be knocked over if someone just breathed on him, he was probably shorter than an average height ten-year-old, despite the fact that he's turning twelve next month. He never had the chance to grow like other kids did, because along with the beatings, the Dursley's refused to feed him properly, or not at all in most cases.

Harry can't but help but wonder why the wizarding world thought of him as some sort of hero, every time he walked into a room conversations would stop and everyone would stare at the scar on his forehead, the reminder that he defeated Voldemort, the dark wizard that murdered his parents. He remembered a time when he liked his scar, the odd shape had always fascinated him and he had always thought it had made him look, for lack of a better word, cooler, despite looking like he could snap easier than a toothpick.

But then, he heard a tapping noise coming from his window, he turned to see a boy with sea green eyes grinning at him through the bars.

One day earlier...

Chiron was in his office working on ordering more celestial bronze when a distressed twelve-year-old girl stumbled in. But she was no ordinary twelve-year-old girl, she had silver eyes and long, auburn colored hair and wore a silver circlet on her head, Artemis, goddess of the hunt.

"M'lady Artemis, what seems to be the matter?" Chiron asked.

Artemis began shifting from her twelve-year-old form to look like she was twenty-years old instead, which she only ever did for very serious occasions. "Get Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase over here now. I need them to get someone for me." She stated.

"If you don't mind, who do you need them to get?"

Artemis looked up at him with a teary-eyed expression, Chiron's eyes widened, "Surely you don't mean-" She nodded "Is he alright?"

"Just get them here and then we'll talk." She said sharply. Chiron nodded and left to Iris message Annabeth.

Percy was teaching a sword fighting lesson to some of the Aphrodite kids when Annabeth came barging into the arena, "Percy!" she called over the clanging. She still sounded a little angry when she saw that encounter with him and Rachel the other day, after she helped him get away from the high school that he exploded. "Percy, Chiron needs us in the Big House. Now."

"Okay, hold on just a second." He said, "Alright guys, looking good, keep practicing while Annabeth and I head to the Big House real quick, capiche?" He grinned and turned back to look at Annabeth, who was glaring at some of the girls who were giggling and staring at Percy, who was of course completely oblivious. "This isn't another quest is it?"

"I don't know, but if I'm being honest, it's either you did something wrong or it's a quest. You better hope it's neither." Annabeth said, looking completely serious.

"There's no way my luck is that bad." Annabeth gave a look, "Okay so maybe it is, but hey, I'm still standing here aren't I?"

"You wouldn't be if someone wasn't there to save your ass half the time, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said with a smirk.

Percy gave her a smile that made her cheeks heat up a little and shrugged, "Touche, Wise Girl, touche."

At the Big House, Annabeth moved to knock on the door, but before she had the chance the door opened and they were both pulled in with a loud "Gah!" looking up to find the smirking face of Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis.

"Thals!" Annabeth shouted happily, giving the girl a hug.

"Nice to see you too, Annie." Thalia said, smiling. Letting go of Annabeth she turned to Percy and held out her hand, "Kelp Head." Percy rolled his eyes but took her hand anyway.

"Thalia, ever the formal one." Percy said sarcastically.

"You know it." She responded, grinning.

"Thals, do you know why we're here?" Annabeth asked.

Thalia's expression turned serious, "M'lady Artemis is here to give us three a quest, I don't know what for, but has something to do with the world that Hecate created a long time ago."

Annabeth's eyes widened, "You don't mean the-" Thalia nodded "Oh my gods, I can't believe it."

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt, but can someone fill me in on what's going on here?"

"You'll get your answer once you come inside Chiron's office, Perseus." Said a voice behind them, he turned to see a twenty-year-old Artemis standing in the doorway to Chiron's office.

In Chiron's office, which was a little cramped with the five people, there was nothing but awkward silence. Percy, Thalia, and Annabeth all looked between Artemis and Chiron, waiting for one of them to say something.

"A long time ago," Artemis started, making the three demigods jump, "Hecate made this group of people, people that could do magic, using spells and wands and brooms, she called them wizards. When she came to Olympus and told us about them we all laughed in her face, saying that these people had no purpose. But as they progressed, we began to see how powerful they could be, the mortals hated and feared them and forced them to go into hiding all around the world. They can build homes and schools with just words and a flick of their wrist and have them vanish in front of your eyes with another. They are no demigods, but they are a very powerful group of people. They have entire civilizations hidden in the most amazing places where you would never even know. Young witches and wizards go to school to learn all about magic and how to control it. My father, being himself, began to get jealous of Hecate and the amazing world that she created. So he and all of the gods began meddling with the spells and...other things in the wizarding world, so there were then demigods that were also members of the wizarding world. Your quest is to retrieve one of these demigods, his name is Harry Potter, and he is my son."

Despite the many questions they had about this wizarding world, all three jaws dropped, Artemis was supposed to be a maiden goddess, how the hell did she have a son?

"M'lady, if I may ask how-" Annabeth started, but Artemis put a hand up to stop her.

"Thirty years ago my brother Apollo and I got into a fight, it ended badly and it was all my fault. So as punishment Zeus sent me down to the mortal world as a witch named Lily Evans, with no memory at all of who I really was and my maidenhood, I grew up, went to school and learned magic, went through that horrible teenage faze that all mortals seem to go through and so on. Then I fell in love, with this idiotic, arrogant toerag of a boy named James Potter, who was an example of why the Hunt and I swore an oath of maidenhood for life, but I fell in love with him anyway, we graduated, got married, and had a son named Harry. Then, and evil wizard that goes by Voldemort killed James and my mortal self, sending me back to Olympus with my memories and leaving my son alone in the world at one years old. Harry was, is, one of the best things that have ever happened to me, but he was placed in a home that has mistreated him for almost eleven years now. I need you three to go get him, bring him to Camp Half-Blood, and protect him, give him the family he never had. Can you do that for me?" She was almost to tears now, you could tell how much she loved her son just by hearing how she talked about him.

Percy was the one to speak first, "M'lady, we accept this quest, but if I may ask, why us?"

Artemis looked up at him, "You three know I'm the also the goddess of childbirth right?" Annabeth was the only one to shake her head, "As the goddess of childbirth, I know when every baby on the Earth is born, I also know everything about them except for their names. If they were a mortal, wizard, or demigod I would know. I knew who your godly parents were before they or you did. And I also know that all three of your mortal parent were either a witch or wizard, who wanted to escape that part of the world and live like any normal mortal."

"So you want us to go get your son because we are like him?" Annabeth asked.

"You three are the only ones in the world like him, and I would know, but that's not the only reason, all three of you have a past not unlike Harry's, and he'll need some people to relate to once he finds out about who he really is." Artemis said.

Thalia's eyes widened,"You mean he's-" Artemis nodded sadly.

Percy and Annabeth seemed to put the pieces together, and their eyes darkened in anger along with Thalia. "Poor kid, nobody should have to go through that at such a young age." Annabeth said.

"Yeah, but we did, that's why we are going." Percy said, looking dangerous and ready to pull out riptide.

"When do we leave?" Thalia said.

"In one hour, pack up and meet me at Thalia's tree."

Back to the present...

Harry looked at the boy, he looked like he was about fourteen, there were two girls behind him around the same age behind him riding...were those flying horses? As Harry looked at the boy again, it was almost as if he was looking at a older, more handsome version of himself. He had messy black hair that looked like it was blown into place by wind, sea green eyes that seemed to move like the waves of an ocean and almost seemed like they were glowing, and he was muscular, but not too muscular, almost like a swimmer.

The boy motioned for Harry to open the window, so he did. "Are you Harry Potter?" the boy asked, and Harry wondered how he knew his name, but he also couldn't help but notice that he had an American accent.

"Yes, but could you keep it down? I really don't want my uncle to come in here." Harry said, glancing at the door.

"I'm guessing he was the one who gave you that shiner?" Harry looked down, slightly teary-eyed and nodded shamefully.

"Hey kid, it's nothing to be ashamed of, it's not your fault your uncle is an asshole." The Boy said, "I'm Percy by the way."

Harry looked up at Percy, "Harry, and I would shake your hand, but it doesn't seem like I can." he gestured to the bars.

Percy let out a laugh, "I like you kid, but how about you get your things together and we'll bust you out of here. Sound good?"

"Okay, but why should I go with you? I don't even know you."

Percy shrugged, "It seems to me that you want to leave this horrible place. Besides, what's life without a little risk-taking and adventure?"

Harry grinned, "I'm sold."

Harry quickly grabbed a backpack and gathered some clothes, then grabbing Hedwig's cage he nodded at Percy to say he was ready. Then he remembered, his trunk and wand was downstairs. "Wait, the rest of my stuff is downstairs locked in the cupboard."

Percy smirked, "Don't worry we'll take care of that, let's just take these bars off your window. Blackjack, would you do the honors?" Harry guessed Percy was talking to the black flying horse he was sitting on, because that's who began kicking at the bars until they flew off their bolts. Percy reached for him and Harry grabbed his hand, mounting onto Blackjack behind the older boy and they lowered to the ground. Dismounting, Harry lead Percy into the house, Percy picked the lock on the cupboard door and revealed all of Harry's things. Harry realized that his entire trunk wouldn't fit on Blackjack so he just rifled through it and stuffed some of his things in his backpack grabbed his wand and turned to go back out the door, leaving his broom.

"Hey, don't you want this?" Percy asked, holding up his broom.

"Why would I? It's just a broom."

"It doesn't seem like any old broom, don't you people use these to fly or something?"

Harry spluttered, "H-how did you-"

Percy just grinned at him, "Don't worry, since you probably won't be able to keep up with us on this thing, you can ride with me on Blackjack, but I'm sure Annabeth will carry it for you. Let's get going, we don't want your uncle to-"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Percy winced "Wake up."

Harry began shaking in fear, he was so close to leaving, but he was so unlucky that his uncle had woken up at such a bad time.

"Harry, you need to go, I'll be right behind you." Percy said, looking deadly as he glared at Uncle Vernon.

"But what about you?" Harry asked the older boy.

"I'll be fine, but if you want to escape this hell hole than you need to go to Annabeth and Thalia, I'll be right behind you, I promise." Gone was the joking and friendly tone Percy was using earlier, he voice was now serious and deadly calm, which was a little frightening.

Harry grabbed his backpack and began running out of the house when he felt a sudden pull on his arm, hearing a loud SNAP as his arm was pulled from it's socket, Harry shouted in pain.

"Where do you think you're going you little shit?" Vernon asked.

"Hey, get your hands off of him you asshole!" Percy yelled, then a foot came from nowhere and kicked his uncle in the hand, causing him to let go of Harry. Percy helped him up and they ran for the side of the house where the winged horses were. Percy threw Harry's broom to the blond girl and jumped on Blackjack, holding his hand out to Harry to help him up. They all flew off with his uncle shouting at them in anger.

"'What's life without a little risk-taking and adventure?' Seriously? You are the last person who should be giving that advice Kelp Head" The the girl with short, spiky, black hair said. "I'm Thalia by the way." She said to Harry.

"Harry."

"Yeah well, at least it got the kid here right?" Percy said.

"Yeah it did, but you still are not qualified to give that kind of advice, given your record, to a kid." The blonde girl said, she turned to Harry, "Annabeth Chase."

"Harry Potter."

Annabeth smirked at him, "I know. You must be so confused right now, we have a bit explaining to do."

"Oh, you mean you three showing up at my window and kidnapping me on flying horses? Yeah, a bit of explaining would be great." Harry said, grinning.

Thalia laughed, "I like this one, he reminds me of a cuter Kelp Head."

"Hey!" Percy protested, but Thalia only laughed harder. "Anyway, you might want to hold on kid, Blackjack likes to show off when he meets new people." Harry wrapped his skinny arms around Percy's waist, burrowing his face in the warm, soft fabric of the older boy's jacket.

"I can see why you two get along so well then." Annabeth said, smirking.

"Hey!"