Percy Jackson X Harry Potter

TWO: Long Island, Ten Years Later

Percy's POV

PERCY JACKSON JOLTED AWAKE AT around six in the morning. He had been thinking about Harry for the past few days, since the Titan war ended on his – their – sixteenth birthday. From time to time, his mind would wander off to thoughts about his previous life in England, his brother, his late mum and stepdad (James had adopted both him and Harry even though they weren't truly his).

Apart from Sally, who was his mom by everything but blood, and whom his portkey had brought him to, no one knew of his actual past – not even Annabeth, although she did suspect something was up. Over the years, she had joked about all of the inconsistencies in his "backstory". Percy had laughed along and redirected the conversation away from said backstory – which did, actually, have a number of inconsistencies due to the amount of lying he'd had to do.

He had even legally taken his mom's surname: Jackson. But he was still Percy Potter at heart. Okay, that sounded cringy.

Percy mulled over what he'd told Harry, all those years ago. When you're sixteen, I'll find you. I promise. It wasn't like Harry to forget something so vital to their reunion, but he was still contemplating when exactly to re-activate his portkey and (hopefully) land in England. He would have to get permission to leave camp a little early, and he'd have to explain his whole situation multiple times over to anyone who would notice he was gone.

Or he could just leave.

Yeah. He'd do that.

Percy was aware of the wizarding world, and understood he and Harry were both wizards themselves, but he had never gotten a wand or ever associated with magic. (The wizard kind, not the godly kind. He'd had enough of the latter for a lifetime.) Heck, he hadn't even been to England in ten years.

Speaking of which, when would be the best time to go? Tomorrow? What was stopping him from going today, in fact? They were both sixteen, the age Percy promised he would return at, and he was desperate to see his brother again.

He made the impulsive decision right there in his bed. He was going to go today. Why not?

* * *

'Chiron!' Percy said, running up to the Big House after hastily dressing himself. Chiron was sitting on the front porch, with his lower half concealed in his magical wheelchair which Percy still didn't understand. He looked up from his coffee and smiled as he approached.

'Percy! What brings you up here?' he asked.

'Can I talk to you for a bit?'

A look of mild concern flashed across his mentor's face, but he agreed and wheeled into the Big House, Percy following at his wheels.

The Rec Room gave off the smell of coffee and soot. Bookcases lined the far wall, and each of them were filled with novels and old Greek books, a thin layer of dust collecting on the spines. Seymour the leopard was hanging on the far wall above the fireplace, as always. Percy threw him a sausage from the table, which he keenly snatched out of the air and swallowed whole.

Sinking into an ornate leather armchair, Percy told Chiron of his situation. He described Harry, and his English heritage, ever so conveniently leaving out the wizarding world. Chiron was an attentive listener, and he didn't disrupt the story until Percy had finished it.

'I promised Harry I'd come and find him, but I'll have to leave camp early in order to get to England.' Percy sat and waited for Chiron's verdict.

'Alright, then. You have a twin brother who lives in England, your real mother and your first stepfather were murdered, and the two of you were separated. And you need to find him. Is... that all?'