Percy Jackson wasn't having the smoothest of dreams. Watching himself get hit with a green beam of light and throwing himself awake just as he saw Harry shaking, sweating, as if he had a nightmare as well. Hermione was standing over Harry, holding his shoulder and looking him straight in the eyes. Percy shut his eyes momentarily before willing away the sweat that had drenched him. Hermione looked over to him, giving a smile before going back to Harry.

An hour later and Percy was up and properly moving. The dream was constantly mulling over in his head, but he tried to get it out. They were going to have a long day; it was better that he would have his mind clear and stay as happy as possible. After all, Mr. Weasley had invited him along on this little 'adventure', he wasn't going to be a downer. It seemed that Harry had the same feelings, he could tell just by his face.

"Kids! Amazing, only had to wake up Ron! Come on then, we have somebody to meet if we want to get to where we're going on time!" Percy loved the man, but his enthusiasm was consistently terrifying for Percy. He really did wish he could have the same feelings as him when it came to a cheerful nature, but years of fighting had left his humor and cheer a bit worse for wear.

'Dad, where are we going? Ron called out from behind.

"Absolutely no idea! Keep up."

It was only a few minutes later that they saw a man standing on his own up ahead. "Ah, Arthur! Took you long enough!" The man yelled out, waving to the group, and walking towards them.

"Very sorry, Amos! Some of us couldn't find it withing ourselves to wake up quite on time." Arthur turned back to look at Ron. Percy chuckled, receiving a glare from Ron and a smile from Fred and George.

Harry jumped back as somebody dropped out of a tree. He yelled something that Molly would have washed his mouth our for using, granting a "Harry!" from Mr. Weasley, a laugh from the twins, and a grin from the boy who dropped.

"Sorry about that! Cedric Diggory, happy to meet you." He looked over Harry, realizing just who he had scared. "Bloody hell, Harry Potter! You know, after being in the same school as you for three years, one might think that we would have met." He looked up at the rest of the group, seeing Percy. "I don't think we met before either."

"Well, I'd be scared if we had. The name's Percy Jackson, I just came to the United Kingdom over the summer, went to an American wizarding school for the longest time. I've been basically living with the Weasley's for the past two months. Pleasure to meet you, Cedric. I reckon you're in your seventh year, same as me, huh?" Cedric nodded. "Good to know. May have to take a page out of Fred and George's books, spice up the year for the seventeen-year olds."

"Careful there Percy- "

"The pranking is our job- "

"and the interference of our work may just lead you to regret choosing to do so!" Fred and George grinned at each other, then back at Percy.

"Who knows, though, maybe we want a prank war, after all- "

"We haven't had any real competition!"

"You know, you two absolutely creep me out when you do that. You remind me of the Stoll brothers so much, it's terrifying." Fred and George just laughed at that as Percy continued walking, following after Arthur and Amos. He could hear Ginny and Hermione whispering to each other, as well as Ron and Harry, but he couldn't be bothered to try and pay them any attention. He wasn't too worried about what they had to say anyway. Didn't care, it didn't matter.

"Ah, here we are! All right everyone, gather round, grab hold!" Percy was confused as to why everybody was gathering around a boot. Fortunately, he was saved the trouble of asking by himself, Harry did it for him.

"It's not just some boot, Harry, it's a portkey." Cedric answered, grabbing hold of it.

Percy grabbed hold and Amos started counting. Oh, he just knew that this was going to turn his stomach straight inside out, and he was not prepared. "HARRY, GRAB IT!" Percy heard Arthur yell just before the entire world seemingly crumbled around him.

He wasn't wrong about his stomach feeling like it was being shoved through a car wash, but it was over almost as quickly as it had begun. When he was told to let go, he did so, yelling all the way to the ground.

Hitting the ground, he felt as if he had just been thrown off of Olympus. It didn't feel very pleasing, to say the least. It was actually annoying when he saw Cedric, Amos, and Arthur walking all the way to the ground. Even with Hecate's blessing and knowledge, it was clear to him that portkeys weren't going to be the friendliest of objects.

"Well, kids, here we are! Welcome to the quidditch world cup!" Amos yelled, looking down upon thousands of tents. The stadium was bigger than one Percy had ever seen, and it was just the outside. Weird, but then again, this was magic, so he wasn't all too surprised. "This is where we part ways, for now! See you at the cup!"

"Yes, we'll be seeing you. Come along then, we should get to the tent!" Arthur walked ahead of everybody. Dead ahead, there was a cream-colored tent, which the older man stopped besides, opening the flaps. "Alright, everybody get in. We've got a while until the game begins, so make yourselves right at home!" Percy smiled as he ducked into the tent.

"Holy Hades, I love magic." Percy looked around the tent, smiling gleefully. His child like nature came back, his eyes flying all around the inside of the tent.

"Hey, Percy- "

"We think your mouth is just a little too wide open."

Percy glared daggers at Fred and George, who danced off to sit in the chairs. Arthur yelled about feet and tables, but Percy wasn't paying attention. He laid back on one of the beds, waiting until the game would start, which wouldn't start for at least two hours. He just wanted to rest, that portkey was still punching him in the gut over and over. It was also certainly not pulling its punches.

"Percy, wake up!" Percy shot out of bed, nearly slamming Ginny straight into the wall. She yelped as he caught himself.

"Jesus, man, how long did I sleep?" He hadn't even intended to sleep, but maybe he really was affected that badly.

"Long enough, the game starts in twenty minutes! The others are outside, get ready as fast as you can, and we'll be waiting." Ginny ran outside of the tent, leaving Percy to get ready.

"A minute later and we may have had to leave you behind! Come on, we have to be quick." Arthur turned, walking towards the stadium with the rest of them in tow. Percy caught up with Fred and George, who were grinning like madmen.

"Well, Percy, we won the jackpot today!"

"Placed a bet that's going to get us a lot of money!"

"Ireland's going to win- "

"While Krum will get the snitch!"

"Whatever you say, psychopaths. I already have enough money, don't need to make a bet and lose it all." Percy shook his head and continued walking ahead. It was weird, knowing they were only doing this to open a joke shop, but to each their own, he supposed.

Ten minutes before the game started, and the group were halfway up the stadium. "Merlin's beard, dad, how far up are we?"

"Put it this way- Watch your heads when the Irish fly in, you may get hit hard." A man with blonde hair and a disgusting smirk.

"We'll be sitting in the minister's box, by invitation of the minister!" Another idiot, this one looking as young as Harry, shot up at them. Yeah, he could see the correlation between them already.

"You shouldn't brag, they wouldn't be bothered. After all, it's all they know."

"Why carry a cane around, seems you've already got a stick up your arse." Percy snapped back, glaring down at them. The younger idiot was going to say something, but he was stopped by his father.

"Don't bother, Percy. They're just annoying, not worth the time." Hermione pulled him away. "Come on, let's just get up there." Percy turned away from them, walking up the stairs behind Hermione.

As they arrived at the top, Percy looked all around the stadium. Call him an idiot, but he was fine with being up at the very top. The view alone was amazing.

The Irish flew in, then the Bulgarians. Percy was hardly bothered by listening to Fudge, watching the Bulgarian seeker as he looked among the crowd. They locked eyes momentarily, Ron trailing the Bulgarian broom riders gaze straight to Jackson.

"He- He looked at you! Percy, remember me when you're famous, won't you?" He said almost dreamily. As Krum looked away, Percy became slightly worried for Ron.

"Ron, I think you're attracted to him." Percy chuckled and looked back down to see a white ball of light burst in the middle of the field, signifying the game had begun.

The whole thing was a blur to Percy. He had enjoyed the game, but what with a headache due to the constant screaming, bright lights, and the yelling from the announcer, he was hardly paying attention half of the time. When he was, he loved every second of it. The Bulgarians and Irish alike were incredible to watch, especially Krum. Despite having never met him, Percy held a respect already, both from stories and his actions, and had never talked to him once. Even still, the way he moved was fluent, almost effortlessly. Nobody could challenge him, just as nothing but Kronos could really have challenged him in New York just over a year ago. Lackluster in comparison, but this was a similar concept.

After the game, Percy was wandering around the campgrounds, not so worried about going back to the tent. He wasn't willing to listen to another second of Ron's love of Krum. It was at first adorable, but it was becoming nothing short of an obsession. Plus, he needed some fresh air, didn't need a lot of noise.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost smacked into another guy walking just in front of him. "Oh, sorry, I wasn't... watching… You're Viktor Krum!" The man nodded.

"Yes. I saw you, up at the top- not my preferred area when I'm watching, but I assume you didn't get much of a choice." It only occurred to Percy now that he was speaking in fluent English. A translation spell, he assumed.

"I didn't mind, the view was nice. The whole game was, really." Krum shook his head though, but Percy wasn't surprised. After all, they had lost.

"No, it wasn't. We didn't play so well today, our heads weren't in the game, so to speak."

"Maybe not the rest of your team, but you caught the snitch and did your job. A bloody good job, even if you didn't win, if you ask me."

"I thank you. May I ask your name? I'd be interested in writing you. I assume you're a Hogwarts student, yes?"

"Yeah, I am. That easy to guess, huh?" Krum nodded and smiled. "Percy Jackson, Hufflepuff."

"Well, Percy Jackson, I'm glad I got the pleasure of meeting you."

Just as he was about to reply, a blonde-haired girl came running towards them. "Zorry, have you zeen a young girl? She lookz like me."

"No, I'm sorry. Is she all right?"

For a second, she seemed to stumble over her words. She put a wand to her neck, muttering something under her breath. "Sorry, I'm not brilliant when it comes to English. Translation spell." She cleared her throat and put her wand down. "She's my little sister, she ran off after something and I haven't seen her. It's Fleur Delacour by the way, my sister's name is Gabriella."

"I'll help you look for her. Krum, what about you?" Percy turned to Krum, but it seemed as if he were trying to fight off some strange attack. "Krum?"

"I'm afraid his condition may be my fault. I'm surprised you aren't as he is. I'm a veela, we have an allure. It effects mostly men, causes them to desire us more than anything else in their lives. A good smack on his head might do the trick."

Percy nodded, hitting Krum on the back of the head. "Ouch! Feels like your skin is made of iron!" Krum looked over at Fleur and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, but your allure… It's very powerful, more so than any of the mascots. I hope you can forgive me."

"Please, don't apologize. You fought it better than most, at least you didn't burst out into haiku. This blonde guy, blue eyes, carried a bow around with him. Insane, really, he fell for me so fast and hard that his own sister had to drag him away." Percy cringed inwardly; he just knew that she was talking about Apollo.

"Well, moving past that embarrassment. I'd be glad to help you find your sister."

"RUN! THE DEATHEATERS ARE HERE!" Screams could be heard from all around the campgrounds as flames erupted from tents everywhere.

Percy looked back at Fleur, whose face was nothing short of terrified. "We'll find her, Fleur. Stick together!" She nodded to him, scared as all hell, but she was trying to stay focused.

"She went this way last I saw! We must hurry, she can't be hurt!" Fleur ran off, with Percy and Krum close behind.

"Watch it!" Krum pushed Percy out of the way of a green blast of light. "Stupefy!" The man who sent the curse was sent flying backwards.

"Thanks! Now come on, we got to keep going!"

"I'm afraid that won't be happening!" Fleur was forced to back up into Percy and Viktor. "After what you've seen, you won't be going anywhere."

Percy wasn't a fool. He knew that fighting off six fully grown wizards, it was unlikely, not with only the three of them. They would have to try though. Two for each of them, wasn't very fair. He knew how to even up his own odds, the petrification spell would take one out with ease. The other, he wasn't sure what to do with, but he would figure it out.

"You're very mistaken, it seems. You believe that we're going to, what was it, go down without a fight? Pretty foolish assumption." Percy's wand was in hand as Krum spoke. "You should really think better of us!"

"Petrificus totalus!" One death eater down in a matter of seconds, his stiffened body feel flat to the ground. He could hear French curses as loud cracks shot off from Fleur's wand. Krum seemed to handle combat just as well as he flew upon a broom, and for Percy, this all came about as naturally as his control over water. He fired off spell after spell and blocked about as many as he sent. He was nearly killed twice by close blows, but his luck really didn't seem to run out. In the end, his spells broke through and sent the man tumbling backwards. One final stunner and he was out of the fight.

Turning back to Fleur and Krum, he noted that both of their opponents were on the ground as well. He nodded to Fleur and Krum, who looked at him with a sort of respect, if only for his skill and reflexes. "We aren't done here- There are still death eaters, and your sister- "

"Fleur!" A young girl came running up, rapid firing words in French. Almost reminded him of Rachel. The blonde hair and the girl seeming to be no older than eleven took that distinction back.

"Which of you conjured it?!" A yell came from behind the group. All of them turned with wands raised but lowered them as they saw British ministry officials running towards them.

"Conjured what?" He felt Fleur's hand touch his face, turning it up to the sky. "What…?" Percy's words fell on deaf ears as he stared up at the skull and snake in the sky. "What is that?"

"Zhe mark of zhe dark lord. Voldemort." Fleur whispered, placing her wand in its holster.

"Percy! Thank Merlin you're all right!" Arthur Weasley ran up to the group of seventeen-year olds, looking Percy over. "Good lord, it seems like you three had a hell of a fight. Better we don't tell Molly about that." Percy just smiled.

"You didn't answer me! Who summoned the mark!?"

"Mr. Crouch, they are just kids! Percy didn't even know who Voldemort was until two months ago, and I'm certain a well-known celebrity wouldn't conjure the mark, either! As for her, she's the daughter of a French man with a very prestigious background- "

"Who is quite displeased by an accusation such as the one you yourself are making, Crouch." The figure of a small appeared from the shadow's, Fleur smiling at his sight. Gabrielle ran straight to him, crashing into him and wrapping him in a hug. "Fleur."

"Papa." She put her wand to her neck once again, the translation charm being muttered once more. "I tend to do magic better when not focusing on long lasting charms." She shrugged.

"Ah, and who might these young men be? Well, I know you, of course. Viktor Krum, the seeker. You, I'm unacquainted with." Though he was small and kindly, Percy couldn't help but shake an odd feeling from him.

"Perseus Jackson, though I prefer Percy." He put out his hand, which the man shook happily.

"Monsieur Delacour. I may have faith in my daughter as a witch, but against six death eaters? I don't know if I would have much of a daughter left. I'm glad that both of you were here to help.

"Please, it was just good nature. She asked to help find Gabrielle and- "

"So, you not only helped one of my daughter's, but you helped her try to find my other child as well?"

"Yes, but as I said, it was all in good nature. Krum helped as well!" Percy said, trying to get the attention off of him.

"Of course, very sorry, Krum! If either of you need something, anything, I will do everything in my power to see that you get it. Call it my treat, you did everything in your power to ensure that my children survived." Percy was going to refuse the offer, but Monsieur raised his hard up to silence him. "I will not take no for an answer, Mr. Jackson. Try as you may, but my arms will always be open to welcome you or your wishes."

"Papa, I do not think he wishes for any more attention. I can see it on his face, he's embarrassed!" Monsieur Delacour just nodded and turned away, talking to his youngest daughter. "Please, no thank you." Percy's mouth shut just as fast as it had opened. "After all, I know as a veela that unwanted attention is... displeasing, to say the least. I must ask, how are you unaffected by my veela charm? Not that I'm unhappy, I just wish to know."

"I honestly haven't the slightest clue. Maybe it's just in my DNA." It wasn't entirely a lie; he wasn't certain if his dad was the reason that he was so unaffected. He wagered it the most likely cause. "I'm sure it's rare to come by somebody like me, but maybe you'll find another."

"Well, Mr. Jackson, you go to Hogwarts, no? Maybe you shouldn't write yourself out of my book just yet. After all, you're the only man I've met so far who hasn't been affected by me. That makes you very unique as of right now. Also, no matter how you spin it, had you not helped a girl you never met, I would not have survived tonight. That wins you something."

Percy just sighed and looked over at Mr. Weasley. "Fine. I can't say I wish to write myself out either. Where do you go to school?"

"Beauxbatons, in France. Be sure to write to me, will you?" Fleur turned to the sound of her father's voice. "Please? I have to go now; the school year starts very soon. I expect a letter from you by the end of the week."

"Of course. Go, I should be leaving as well. Mr. Weasley is waiting for me; Hogwarts starts in two days, so I need to get back." Percy waved goodbye to her before moving back to Arthur.

"Ah, Percy. Let's be going then, shall we?" Percy nodded, walking alongside Arthur back to the portkey.

And that is chapter one, complete. I know there is a lot squeezed in here, and it did feel a bit messy at some points, but I find it more fun if it isn't perfect. After all, this is my little world, I make it for my pleasure in the hopes other people will enjoy it.

A few things about the story. Firstly, this is set in the original timeline for Harry Potter, with Percy just being born early. It makes for an easy time for me, and since it is an author's universe, I sorta have free range.

Second, the giant war doesn't happen in this timeline. At least, not until the time it's supposed to in the canon of Percy Jackson. This means that he still has the curse of Achilles, which is required for later on in the story. Planning ahead.

That's about it.