Hello everyone. This is the first time in a while that I have posted a story. So I hope you enjoy and review. As you have seen from the summary, this is another Percy-Jackson-is Voldemort's-grandson story but with a little twist. This story takes place after Mark of Athena and during Order of the Phoenix. Story timelines will stay the same but with a couple of different events. These events will be explained later on in this chapter. For now, on with the show!

Title: Striker

Author: KleopatraAlexandria

Books: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus and Harry Potter

Pairings: Percabeth, PiperJason, HazelFrank, HarryGinny, RonHermione, others are to be determined

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson nor am I making any money from this fanfiction. No flames but reviews and constructive criticism are encouraged.

ANNABETH

"I wonder what this goddess wants," Voldemort said as he made his way through the earthy tunnels, his long black robes bellowing around him. His scarlet red eyes lit up eerily in the darkness as his black hair contrasted with his pale features. To say the least, Voldemort looked nothing like the hybrid snake-human from the June before. Tall and graceful, Voldemort resembled the Tom Riddle from the past, only older and much more confident.

"I see you made it," a voice commented as Voldemort stepped into the room-like cavern.

Voldemort turned and surveyed the woman standing before him. Her face was beautiful in an old way. Her eyes looked as if they were trying to open after a long sleep while a veil that seemed to be made of dirt covered her from head to toe. Dirt brown hair cascaded down her back as a golden Greek chiton started from her shoulders and ended just above her bare feet. In all, Gaea, mother Earth, looked like an image of a scary beauty.

"Lady Gaea," Voldemort greeted as he gave the Goddess a respectful bow.

"Lord Voldemort," Gaea greeted with a nod.

"To what do I owe the honor of this meeting?" Voldemort asked calculatingly.

The smile Gaea let spread across her face was a very creepy sight and would have scared the person standing before her if that person wasn't the Dark Lord. The Earth Goddess motioned for the heir of Slytheirn and made her way over to the far side of the room.

Lying on a table made of rock was a teenager, around the age of sixteen or seventeen. His dark black hair was covered in cobwebs as his chest rose and fell with his deep breathing. His orange 'Camp Half-Blood' t-shirt was covered in dirt, grim, and spots of blood and was nearly in shreds, as if a being with large claws had taken a couple of swipes at him. His face was scrunched up as if he was in pain, even in his sleep. Every once in a while, his breathing would pick up and become frantic before calming back down into a peaceful, drug-induced sleep.

"Who is this child? He looks almost like Potter," Voldemort commented as he eyed the teen.

"His name is Percy Jackson. He is the only son of Poseidon, Greek God of the Sea and Earthquakes," Gaea explained as she brushed the teen's hair out of his face, reminding Voldemort of a sick, twisted mother caring for her child. "His mother is a mortal named Sally Jackson, an orphan whose mother and step-father died in a plane crash when she was younger. I believe you are well acquainted with Sally's mother." Gaea let a sly grin cross her face. "Her mother's name is Alexandria DePoint, a pure-blood witch. Her father is a muggle named Samuel Jackson."

A look of shock passed across Voldemort's face as he turned his eyes back to the teen in front of him. "Alexandria. I always wondered where she disappeared to. I knew she was pregnant but she vanished with our child before I could figure out the gender. I figured it was that old meddling fool Dumbledore's fault." Voldemort turned to look as the goddess. "So you are telling me that this demigod is my grandson?"

Gaea's smile widened as Voldemort discovered the truth of the situation. Without answering the Dark Lord, Gaea turned her attention back to their captive. Everything was going according to plan.

Miles away, seventeen-year-old Annabeth Chase sat up from her bunk on the Argo II, a scream getting stuck in her throat as the reality of her dream came crashing down onto her shoulder.

They have Percy. That was the only thought that ran through Annabeth's head as she jumped out of her bunk and ran up to the kitchens, screaming for an emergency meeting. Leo ran out of his room, maps in one hand and Archimedes' sphere in the other. Jason and Piper ran down the stairs, fingers laced together in an intimate way. Annabeth's heart lurked in her chest as the pair reminded her of her own boyfriend, whom was currently in the clutches of their enemy.

"What's wrong, Annabeth?" Nico asked as he hobbled his way into the kitchen with his sister and Frank behind him. Even after two months of recovery, the son of Hades' hadn't completely regained his strength.

Back in Achaean's hide-out, just as Annabeth and Percy were being pulled towards the edge of the giant pit, Jason had somehow managed to throw his sword and cut the spider's web the was attached to Annabeth's broken foot. Even as the silk thread was cut, the momentum of the pull sent the pair over the edge. Percy had somehow maneuvered himself under Annabeth and tossed her into Jason's waiting arms. Unfortunately, tossing his girlfriend to safety had ended any chance of the son of Poseidon's escape. Annabeth began to struggle as she watched her boyfriend tumble into the pits of Tartarus, disappearing again for the second time that year, maybe this time for good.

The next week was a blur for the daughter of Athena. She cried, kicked, and screamed as she tried to get to the edge of the pit, trying to get to her boyfriend. Nico, Frank, and Jason managed to get the daughter of Athena back onto the Argo II and Leo let the ship sail. The remained of the Seven had managed to get to the House of Hades just as the first of August dawned on the horizon. But there were no monsters waiting on the group. It was as if Gaea had decided, at the last minute, to change her plans and lay low for a while, planning something bigger than what she had before. All the while, the demigods hand spent their time flying across Europe, trying to find some lead to their missing friend.

"Gaea has Percy," Annabeth explained as she wrung her hands, worry clearly etched into her feature. "She is planning something and has teamed up with someone named Voldemort."

"That sound's Latin," Piper said as she looked over at the calendar on the wall, spying today's date, October the first.

"It doesn't matter if it is Latin," Annabeth snapped before muttering a small apology to her friend. The stress of losing Percy for a second time and finding out, three months later, that her was in the clutches of their enemy was weighing on the teen. Annabeth quickly launched into an explanation of her dream. But not matter how many time she recalled the dream, Annabeth could not remember the ending. The dream became fuzzy right after Gaea told Voldemort who Sally Jackson's parents were.

"'Dark Lord'?" Jason asked confused. "That doesn't sound encouraging."

Annabeth nodded in agreement. But before Annabeth could reply, Festus sent out a whirling sound. The group turned to Leo for a translation. Before the Latino could answer, the entire ship just dropped out from underneath the demigods. They all let out a scream that would be denied later as a loud splash rang through the air.

"What the Hades was that?" Nico demanded as he stood up.

"Don't know," Leo commented as he ran up the stair to the deck. "Guys," Leo called. "You might want to come see this."

Annabeth sighed as she made her way up to the top of the deck. The sight that greeted her was one she would never forget. The Argo II had somehow landed in a large lake surrounded by deep green forests. In front of the lake was a castle that looked as it had come out of a medieval fairytale. Towers stuck out from the top of the castle and windows were lit up against the dark night sky, making the castle look even more beautiful and captivating than it already was.

"What is this place?" Hazel asked with wide eyes.

"I don't know," Annabeth answered.

"Who the bloody hell are you people?"

The demigods blinked at each other before looking over the railing of the ship. Standing on the shore of the lake was a group of three people in school uniforms. One of the three was a girl around the age of fifteen with bushy brown hair. On either side of the girl, there stood two boys, one with freckles and red hair while the other had black hair and eyes hidden behind thick black glasses.

"Ron!" The bushy haired girl exclaimed at the red head. "Will you please watch your language?"

"Sorry Hermione," Ron replied, not sounding in the least bit sorry.

"Ahoy there," Coach Hedge exclaimed to the three people.

"Coach," Leo said, "you really need to work on your ship talk."

Piper snorted before telling the three students that the demigods would be done in just a moment. Within minutes, the demigods were off of the ship (Coach Hedge staying behind to 'chaperone' the ship) and standing in front of the three people. Annabeth looked up and her knees about gave out at the sight of the black haired boy in front of her. His hair was extremely messy and jet black. His bright green eyes looked at her from behind his glasses. He looked just like her Percy except for three facts: 1. he had glasses, 2. His eyes were an emerald green rather than a sea-green, and 3. He had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"Is something wrong?" the boy asked as he caught the daughter of Athena staring at him.

Annabeth shook my head. "Sorry. You look like someone I know."

The boy laughed slightly. "I get that a lot. My name is Harry Potter, by the way," Harry greeted as he extended his hand.

Annabeth reached out to shake his hand but stopped when Harry finished introducing himself. All of the demigods shared a look, remembering Annabeth's dream from the night before. The three teens looked at each other before the demigods introduced themselves.

"Well this is a pleasant surprise."

"Professor Dumbledore," Harry greeted as he turned to look at an older man with a long white beard.

"It is rather rare to have a large amount of demigods under our roof," Dumbledore smiled as he greeted the demigods.

Hermione perked up at the mention of something new. "You all are demigods?"

Annabeth gave a small laugh before naming each of their parents. Dumbledore motioned for all of them to follow him to his office. The walk up to and through the castle was quiet but not an awkward one. Once in Dumbledore's highly decorated office, Annabeth explained everything from the very beginning: from her first time meeting Percy, all the way to the dream Annabeth. When she was finished, the group of wizards and a witch could only sit there and stare. They life of a demigod was far from easy.

"If Voldemort has teamed up with Gaea, I think it would be best if you seven stay at Hogwarts for a while, if only to gather information to find your friend Percy," Dumbledore answered after a few moments. "I will have Hagrid take you to Diagon Alley to retrieve your supplies and wands. It is still early in the morning so you will be able to go and return in time for dinner tonight. It is then that I will announce you as transfer students for your sixth year and have you sorted."

"Wait!" Leo exclaimed, stopping Dumbledore before he could say any more. "You mean me are going to go to school here? What about Gaea?"

"Gaea has already been lying low," Jason explained, "so I don't think it will be that much of a problem. This school might give us an advantage."

"And if Gaea is teaming up with Voldemort than you need to learn as much as possible. The best way to do that is to find out from the source," Dumbledore replied.

The next hours until dinner were spent explaining everything about the Wizarding World. After the headmaster explained exactly who Voldemort was, Hagrid arrived to take the demigods to Diagon Alley. Wands and caldrons were bought with the wands buying almost ended in the shop catching on fire (courtesy of Leo.)

"I'm glad that is over," Frank commented in a shaky voice.

Annabeth smiled slightly, remembering Frank's fear of fire. The group of demigods was now standing in front of the Great Hall doors waiting for Dumbledore to introduce them.

"I hope you have all had a great day," Dumbledore began as his voice carried through the giant doors. "But before we get started on our dinner, I would like to introduce a group of transfer students who will be starting their sixth year, if they would please come in."

"Here goes nothing," Annabeth said as the doors opened and the demigods stepped into the bright lights of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

I really wasn't sure if I should end it there but I felt it was appropriate. Please let me know what you guys think. All of you Percy fans don't have to worry. We will be seeing from our favorite demigod soon enough. I will post the next chapter as soon as I can.

-KleopatraAlexandria