[ABANDONED] The Broken Protector (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

Number 4, Privet Drive

A/N: Urgh, I'm dying from lack of sleep, and homework is a pain in the ass. As always, PM me or comment here any suggestions you guys may have! And... Don't mind the confusing ways I write, I'm just really tired.

Dedicated to sophloaf28 ! Check 'Em out! Their original story about a fifth element is pretty interesting and it is also well written in my opinion!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, Rick Riordan and JK Rowling do.

Warnings: Might contain OOCness, mild language

Front of Grimmauld Place, London, Third Person
Percy stared at the magical broom that supposedly flies, "Where does this 'Harry Potter' live?" Percy inquired, tossing his dusty old broom from one hand to the other in anticipation.

"Just follow their lead, ki— I mean, Percy," Sirius said, looking at Percy warily as he quickly corrected his slip-up. Percy only nodded in acknowledgment, letting Sirius slide on that one. Sirius internally sighed in relief, before he looked at everyone in the advanced guard in envy, slowly trudging inside with reluctance. Percy watched him go with something akin to empathy, before he turned his attention back on the group outside.

Percy quickly copied the advanced guards' movements, swinging his leg over his broom. He then saw them lean slightly forward, taking off into the sky. Percy shuddered, praying to his Uncle Zeus to not fry him, before he, too, took to the skies. It was like riding a pegasus, except it was a broom that doesn't rise and fall to the beat of its nonexistent wings. Thunder boomed loudly overhead, and Percy readied himself to take a lightning bolt or two. When he didn't feel himself get electrocuted, he thanked Zeus and every other deity that he knew and respected.

The wind on his face and whipping through his hair made him feel free, and he considered trying out for the wizarding sport that was called Quidditch, "There!" The metamorphmagus, Tonks, shouted after a while, pointing towards a rather normal suburban home. So normal, in fact, that Percy immediately found his hand clutching his pen, looking at both the ground and the sky in wariness. They landed, Percy almost crashing into a nearby bush as he landed a mere inch from it.

"They're gone!" Tonks said gleefully, looking at the empty driveway of Number 4, Privet Drive.

"Good plan," Lupin, the nice werewolf, commented, before he went up to the door and promptly unlocked it with a whispered spell and a wave of his wand. The advanced guard all noisily went inside, making Percy cringe as he quietly went inside last. Percy looked around the house once he was inside, taking in everything. He noticed pictures of a rather pudgy and red man, a thin, horse-like woman, and a whale the size of a boy. There was no indication that a fourth person resides in the place, and Percy's being got filled with loathing as he stared at the pictures. Neglect. Percy hated it, he wouldn't want anyone experiencing anything close to his childhood. Percy went to lean against the door that led to the front lawn, not wanting to intrude onto anything. He must have blanked out though, because the next thing he knew, his name was being called.

"Jackson?" Moody said, clunking his way towards Percy.

"Huh?" Percy said sharply, his head snapping towards the Moody in surprise.

"Meet Potter," Moody said gruffly, clunking past Percy to open the door to go out to the front lawn. The rest of the advanced guard followed before only he, Lupin, and who he supposed was Harry were left.

"Hi," Harry said awkwardly, adjusting his glasses and fidgeting with his wand.

"Hello," Percy said slowly, looking at the skinny teen who looked almost identical him.