When the Demigods go to Hogwarts (A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover) {COMPLETED}

Ambushed Mexican Style

Before you read this, my friend wrote it. It has almost nothing to do with the story. It does not change anything about the story.
Harry POV
Finally I can take Ginny on a regular date! With those demigods away fighting battles for us, our lives are almost normal. Besides the fact that we get our mail from owls.
Ginny agrees that, for once, we should do something regular muggles would do together. First stop Taco Bell. Dudley always used to tell me it was his favorite fast-food chain.
When we get there, the place is packed. The heavy smell of fried chicken and beans fills the building. We weave our way through the crowds of people, our bodies almost squished against the red and purple walls. We almost fall over when we find an empty table.
As we look over the menu, waiting for our turn in line, I feel pretty good about my restaurant choice. Ginny seems pretty happy.
"Mexican," she says, over and over. "My favorite!"
By the time we're at the front, we've got our choices; a chicken chalupa for me, and a cheesy potato burrito for Ginny. The cashier who takes our order, a bald headed man with a humungous mustache that covers his nose, glares at us like he's annoyed. It seems like an appropriate reaction, considering that he's probably been serving people all day.
Slowly, but surely, a smile spreads across his face, like he's won the lottery.
"Hello," he says, in a thick Russian accent that almost sounds fake. "My name is Vladmir. May I take your order?"
Ginny POV
That Vladmir guy is so creepy. I'm starting to have second thoughts about whether or not our life is getting more normal, or just worse.
Harry gives him our order, looking like he's unfazed. God, he can be so thick, sometimes. Even a muggle would think that Vladmir seems suspicious.
As Harry's done giving the man our order, I drag him outside.
"What?" He says, confused. "Don't really like Mexican?"
"Harry," I reply, trying to ignore his stupdity. "We have to go. Vladmir gives me the creeps!"
"Relax, he's just Russian."
"That's not what gives me the creeps! Did you see the way he smiled at us? And his moustache and accent are so fake!"
"So he likes to smile. What's wrong with that? Employees are paid to smile at people! And maybe his moustache is fake, but who cares? And his accent probably sounds weird because--"
"Duck!"
A huge owl, the size of a bald eagle, came swooping down, it's beady eyes narrowed toward us. It stopped, three inches from our heads, and then flew back to the top of the building.
"Harry, I told you! This is so creepy!"
"Just relax, Ginn. The owl was probably a total coincidence towards what you said."
"Harry, you probably know better than anyone--there are no such things as coincidences!"
A sudden buzzing sound erupted from Harry's back pocket.
"There's the food," he sighed. "Look, if you really feel uncomfortable, I'll just cancel the order."
"Thank you . . . I knew you'd understand!" I hugged him, and then stepped back. "In any case, we'd better return the buzzer. But quickly."
"Ginny," he said, pushing the door open. "Even if Vladmir is the crazy guy you pose him to be, he won't attack us with all those people around--where did everyone go?"
"I told them to leave." Vladmir stepped out from behind the counter. "I wanted this to be as private as possible."
Harry POV
Suddenly, it was dark. I felt Ginny's body pressed up against mine, and I knew only one person instigated this kind of fear--Voldemort.
"How did you find us?" I'm shouting through the dark.
"Oh . . . A little birdie told me." I hear the flapping of wings, and it hits me. The owl from earlier.
"Finally," he continues, his cackling echoing through my ears. "How does it feel to not have the upper hand for once, Harry Potter?"
I don't answer. My teeth are chattering. I feel like he can smell my fear. Pushing Ginny behind me, and take out my wand. "Lumos," I say, and it turns into a personal flashlight. I can see him clearly now. His nose is revealed without the mustache, and his voice cold without the accent.
Suddenly, my wand is flying out of my hand, and my neck is tightening from a steel grip. Death eaters. Voldemort's personal goons. Thinking fast, I grab the hand and kick the man in the stomach. Finally, the demigod's training is coming in handy.
Ginny lights her own wands and tosses me a chair. I whack the death eater on the back, and Ginny pins him to the table and slams him into the ground.
Our victory is short lived, though, because we're surrounded by more of them. Ginny uses her hair ribbon and ties two of their feet together, while I push another pair to the ground using a table, blinding them with hot sauce. We're still losing, though, and soon we're both on the ground, our faces and hands bleeding, Voldemort's ugly face looming over us.
Suddenly, there's a loud crash and three demigod's on Pegasi burst through the glass window. They drive the death eaters towards the walls, but Voldemort is unmoving, and there's no way that just the six of us can win.
"We came as soon as we realized that Voldemort was going after you can Ginny." I recognize the voice as Annabeth's, the blonde daughter of Athena with stormy grey eyes.
"Well, you guys sure have fast reflexes."
"Shut up. We're saving you guys."
Annabeth unties Ginny and I from our positions on the ground, just as the death eaters are closing in on us.
"Quick! To the Pegasi!" Annabeth pushes us towards the horses.
"Wait!" I say, just as they a ready to takeoff. "They've got Ginny!"
"What?" It's another demigod, Butch. He turns to look at the death eaters. Through the rubble, as they're fighting their way towards us, he sees that one of them has Ginny slung over his shoulder.
"Sorry, Harry. We have to leave her."
"We can't!" I've already jumped off the pegasus, but Butch holds me back.
"What we can't do is let anyone else get hurt."
He throws himself onto the pegasus, dragging me with him, and we takeoff, leaving the broken down Taco Bell and Ginny behind.