Harry Potter/Percy Jackson story. Setting: The end of both the forth books, in which both Kronos and Voldemort reappear in "full" form. Enjoy!

Harry's P.O.V

Ron, Hermione and I sat at the Gryphindor table in the Great Hall for the End of the Year Feast. Even though the food was amazing, I still dreaded this feast indicating that soon I would be back at the Dursleys, the place I absolutely despised. Not to mention, being away from the wizarding world would mean that I wouldn't be up-to-date on Voldemort's plans.

"Oh, come on Harry, it won't be that bad," Hermione said reassuringly, "me and Ron will send owls whenever we can and maybe you can come to the Burrow a bit earlier this year!"

"Yea, mum wouldn't mind," said Ron. "She'd be glad to have you, mate!"

I knew they were trying to make me feel better about what had happened during the Triwizard Tournament. Cedric Diggory died because he was a 'spare,' as Voldemort had said. Images of that night haunted me by night and hit me with a load of guilt by day. I leaned in toward my friends, desperately. "Will you, keep me informed of Voldemort's"—They gave small shutters—"plans while I'm away… by owl? Please?"

Their faces looked guilty and I hated to sound so desperate, but I couldn't help it… I needed reassurance that I will be informed over the summer!

"Harry…" she started, but the Great Hall fell silent and so did Hermione. Dumbledore was about to tell the whole school the truth about Cedric's death. Hermione looked pleased at the interruption, but that soon turned to a look of fear mixed with sadness and revulsion at Dumbledore got further into the story. I didn't want to pay attention to what he was saying, so I blocked him out. After a few minutes, I figured the speech had ended because everyone's goblet had raised and I heard "Cedric Diggory" echo across the hall as though it wanted to break through the walls and reach the outer world. Dumbledore dismissed us all and we filed out of the Corridors, some people pointing and watching me in amazement, fear, suspicion, or curiosity and others crying.

"The Ministry is gonna feel like they got hit with one big Dungbomb when they accept the fact that You-Know-Who's back. He's gotta show himself at some point, d'ya reckon?" asked Ron in a whisper so that only me and Hermione could hear.

"Well, yes I'm sure the Ministry will feel like that, but it won't be anytime soon. You-Know-Who's just come back. He'll need time to grow in strength, formulate plans, gain allies, so on and so forth. So until then I reckon he'd stay in hiding, as far away as anything seriously harmful for a year or even longer. By then, the Ministry will be so deep into their convincing story that he hasn't returned that they won't be prepared for him." Hermione paused for a moment. "Hogwarts will be though, we've got Dumbledore."