Swapped (HP/PJO+HOO)

Chapter 2

Percy had a weird dream, even for a demigod. His dreams in the past month had normally been about Tartarus or watching Leo die. But, this dream was different.

It didn't pack its usual horrifying punch, but it definitely made up for that in originality. Percy was on a quaint, perfect street which he assumed housed nosy, rude people. He was drawn towards one house in particular. Percy glided towards the house, which was decorated with perfectly trimmed hedges and immaculate begonias.

Percy looked up at the door, a perfect white specimen with a bronze four nailed in the center. He glided into the house and was met by a small, normal home. There were stairs on his side with a kitchen straight ahead. Connected to the kitchen was the quaint living room.

The tug Percy was following was pulling him up the stairs, so Percy glided to the second floor. He was met by a hallway and a few doors. One in particular drew him in, so he glided towards it.

When he was in the room, he glanced around. The room was filled to bursting with old and broken toys. They seemed to be expensive toys too, like a discarded computer and a game console with a dent in the side.

Hidden amongst the trash was a small bed with a large boy asleep in it. He appeared to be about Percy's age. Percy could see his hand tucked under his pillow, and his mouth was slightly ajar. The boy was tall and lanky, like he had just had a growth spurt and was still trying to get used to his size. Percy could see that the boy wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't any real looker. He had a gnarly scar on his forehead, though it was mostly blocked by his mess of black hair. On his cluttered bedside table was a set of round glasses.

At the foot of his bed was a large trunk with an empty birdcage on top of it. Percy didn't even want to know what that was for.

As Percy watched the boy and nothing happened, he started to wonder why he was here. Then, the sky outside the boy's window darkened and the world went black. Even in his odd dream ghost state, he could feel it grow colder. Percy's thoughts took a turn for the worst as he pictured scenes from the battle: blood on the battlefield, demigods falling, Gaea rising from the earth over Camp, Leo flying up on Festus the dragon, Festus flying away with Leo's dead body-

"NO!" Percy shouted. He clutched his head and tried to chase away the memories.

The boy jerked awake at what seemed to be Percy's shout and pulled his hand from under his pillow. Percy barely registered the fancy stick in the boy's hand as he tried to clear his mind.

The boy shot up and started looking around the room for something. Percy saw him flinching, presumably at his own memories. Then they both heard the slow, rattling breath that came from the doorway.

The boy's face hardened with determination as he saw what it was, and Percy slowly turned around. In the doorway was what looked like the Grim Reaper minus the scythe. It was wearing a black, tattered cloak and whenever it inhaled, it took with it whatever heat was in the room.

And then, a cry was heard throughout the neighborhood: "Expecto Patronum!" A whisper of silver smoke flew past Percy and hit the Reaper. It fell back a bit, and the heat returned somewhat, but then it kept advancing.

Percy turned to look at the boy, who looked thoroughly terrified. "Do something!" Percy cried, knowing fully well that the boy couldn't hear him.

The boy closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate on something. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes shot open. "Expecto Patronum!" he again cried, and this time, Percy watched as a fully grown, silver buck flew out of the fancy stick in the boy's hand. Percy's mouth dropped open as the Reaper fell back and seemed to leave the house.

"Di Immortals..." Percy breathed as the boy sighed and sat down on his bed.

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING AROUND SHOUTING FOR, BOY?!" a loud, male, British voice shouted out.

"JUST SAVING YOUR LIFE, UNCLE VERNON!" the boy shouted, in his own British accent. "So just a regular Tuesday..." he added as a remark to himself.

Percy let out a small chuckle at the remark. He felt himself being pulled away, and as he felt himself floating towards consciousness, he couldn't help wondering what exactly that boy was.

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Harry was having a weird dream, and this coming from the boy who could see into Voldemort's head.

It wasn't exactly scary or nightmarish. It was just plain weird.

Harry stood in what looked to him like a park pavilion eating area. He saw no one around and had no idea why he was there.

Looking around himself, he saw that he was in some sort of Greek inspired park. There was a thing that looked sort of like the coliseum, stables in the distance and a wide array of cabins arranged in a sort of omega symbol. They didn't seem to have any real similarities; one looked like a garden had exploded all over it, one looked sort of like a mini White House, one looked like your average camp building, and yet another looked like it housed vampires.

Just as he was about to walk closer, he felt a tug in another direction. Harry turned around just as two people walked up from what seemed to be a beach. One was a blonde girl and the other was a slightly taller black haired boy. They seemed to be about Harry's age. Both were toned and tanned and wore matching shirts and necklaces. Her necklace had more beads on it, but Harry had no idea why. Their shirts were bright orange and emblazoned with CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Harry frowned. A camp like that could only be for two reasons that he could think of: mixes of two races, which would be very, very racist, or half wizard half muggles who proudly called themselves nasty slang words. Somehow, neither made sense.

Just when he was wondering why his subconscious was showing him this, the girl turned towards the boy and said, "Good night, Seaweed Brain." I'm sorry, did she just say Seaweed Brain?

"Good night, Wise Girl." Okay, that one wasn't that bad, but what kind of term of endearment is Seaweed Brain?

Seaweed Brain leaned down and quickly pecked Wise Girl, and they turned opposite ways. The pull dragged Harry towards the boy, so he followed him to a dank cabin made of white stone.

Seaweed Brain pushed open the door and walked quietly into the deserted cabin. The boy changed into sleep clothes and pulled a pen out of his pants pocket. He crawled into bed and stuck his hand, holding the pen, under his pillow. Then, the boy fell asleep.

Held there by the pull, Harry glanced around. What was he supposed to do now? Wait around for him to wake up?

Harry looked at the cabin and found it to be decorated like the sea. In one corner was what looked like the remnants of a beautiful fountain and in the windows were glowing sea plants. It was when he looked at the walls that he realized something was up. There, displayed for all to see, was a bronze shield. It looked Greek too, and Harry would have assumed it was fake, except for that, when he got a closer look, he saw that it was pure bronze. "What is this place?" he asked himself.

Just then, he heard a loud shout of "NO!" from somewhere deep in his mind. Harry jerked awake.