Here Comes The Sun (a Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter 2

A/N: Hello. I forgot to put this in the first two parts of this story, but I don't own most of these characters, only Meg and a few other OCs here and there. J.K Rowling and Rick Riordan own them. I own a pair of shoes and a carton of milk. Anyways, I hope to update at least once every two weeks. Since it is almost summer, expect more updates closer together. As always, feel free to message me with constructive criticism or suggestions. Enjoy!

Two weeks later, I woke up at 87 Mulberry Avenue. My eyes fluttered open gradually as I took in the dots of light passing through the curtains. The baby blue walls glowed with an ethereal promise of brighter sunlight to come. A song immediately popped into my brain, and I began to hum. Knowing I had little time before I forgot, I sat up slowly and took a journal, quill, and ink onto my lap. The journal was about the size of a 250 page book. It was grey in color, and had the words " My Visions" written across the top. Few Apollo kids had the gift of prophecy or premonitions. I was one of those few. I flipped through the pages, which were full of scribblings, drawings of things I had seen, and words crossed out after things came true. I stopped when I got to the next empty page, dipped my quill into parchment, and began to write.

September 1st:

Dream about twists and turns, a maze of some sorts. Really dark shrubbery, and at the end there was a trophy. Then the maze changed until the sides were machine and there was no sky. Heard the sounds of marching. Possible camp activities? Hogwarts Event?

  I stopped writing and closed the journal with a sigh. If only there was a clear meaning or timeline to these images.  I lifted up the sheets, put on some slippers, opened the door, and padded downstairs softly. The clock in the hallway read 6:30, so I must've been tired. I usually wake up around 5:15. Being the daughter of the sun god does that to you.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and sank into a chair. I watched the muggles go about their lives in amusement. There were people jogging, little old ladies walking dogs, men and women in suits deep in conversation, and the occasional individual in uniform coming back from a night shift at a local department store. My mum and I live in a townhouse on the outskirts of London.

Despite the Ragelions being a pureblood family, my ancestors weren't hateful towards muggles. They didn't like interacting with them for fear of discovery, but that was the extent of the dislike. Other Pureblood families love to call us blood traitors, for we don't loathe muggles with every fiber in our being. That's why my grandparents and Mum joined the Order of the Phoenix during the war against You-Know-Who. My grandparents died when I was an infant. Now, it's just my mum and I.

I got up without haste and opened the door to my right. A grand piano sat in the corner of the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, and a bright chandelier completed the look. I admired the mint green walls for a moment before rifling through the nearest bookshelf, which was full of music. I selected the song that was in my head, "Marcher le long des Champs Elysse" .  I sat at the piano bench, organized the music, and began to warm up my fingers by playing scales. Then, I took a deep breath, and started the piece. Almost automatically, I was swept up in the melody. The notes carried my mind through the window and to the clouds. My fingers continued to play as I drifted into a dream-like state.

That's where I stayed for 45 minutes. Once I finished the whole song, I played again. I played until I could smell a tangible aroma from down the hall. I slid the cover over the keys and inwardly grinned. Mum's awake.

I wrenched open the door so I could run excitedly down the hall. Then I wasn't running anymore. I was tumbling to the floor, sliding on the wood flooring. My head hit the other side of the hallway, and I winced. The kitchen door opened, and my mum's head popped out. Her brown hair was perched on her head, a pencil hidden among bun. That's how I've always been able to tell if mum was up late working. She's a senior editor at The Daily Prophet. Her brown eyes looked at me with concern, but hid bemusement.

"Are you alright, Meg?" She finally asked.

"I've never been better." I responded sarcastically. She nodded.

"Good. I need someone to eat my blueberry muffins, and you know that Bethial only eats one." She announced.

"I'm on it!" I told her as I scrambled up and into the kitchen. I wolfed down a couple of muffins, gave Bethial a scratch on the head from her perch on a kitchen chair, and ran upstairs.

"We leave for the train in an hour!" She called as I went. The clock now said 8:30. That gave me enough time to check what I'd packed, and get changed.

I decided to put on a black short sleeved blouse, light wash jeans, and black flats,. I wanted to support my house on the first day of school, after all. I braided my hair neatly down my back, then applied some mascara and powder. After I was done, I walked over to my trunk, opened the lid, and checked that everything was order. I pocketed my wand, and carried my trunk downstairs. Even though I spent a good chunk of time each summer building up strength, I still wheezed and grunted as I carried it downstairs.

A little while later, my Mum and I stood on platform nine and three quarters, having gotten there by way of apparation. She smoothed down my hair, and I pretended to be embarrassed. The truth was, I never got to see my mom except for Christmas, Easter, the beginning of the summer, and the end of summer. I missed her touch, her hugs, and her warm blueberry muffins. I was anything but embarrassed.

"Be careful this year, alright? The Daily Prophet has heard news of something big at Hogwarts," she said, ignoring my immediate questions "Something I cannot tell you about. Watch yourself. Remember to keep your secret" urges Mum.

" I understand Mum. I'll be okay. Besides, I have a feeling that it won't be me in any trouble this year."

"If you think so, Meg. I'll miss you so much." Mum sighed, bringing me closer to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes, enjoying being safe in my mum's embrace. It didn't last though. I'm never safe.

"I'll miss you too. Don't work too much, keep Rita Skewter-the-newspaper's-reputation in line, and give Bethial lots of treats for me. I'll see you in two months!" I said with conviction and a smile. I gave her one last hug, before I disappeared into the crowd and got into the Hogwarts Express.