The Scar and the Sword

This is a Harry Potter/Percy Jackson crossover. Only has 2 POV's, Harry Potter's and Percy Jackson's. Takes place in 2017, so all the epilogue kids are there (Harry& Ginny's kids, Ron & Hermione's kids, ect. ect.) Percy is married to Annabeth and has 2 kids, Silena Jackson (age 5) and Luke Jackson (age 2) JJRawesome deixou esta mensagem 21:55, July 30, 2011 (UTC)

Chapter 1: Harry
Hello. Harry Potter here.

So this all started with a job. Some idiot had robbed Gringotts. I flew in on my trusty Firebolt broomstick. I flew up close to the sun, so the words inscribed in gold on the handle, "HJ POTTER'S FIREBOLT", shone right into his eyes. I flew down and did a backflip off my broom. A satisfying "clink" was heard as the metal soles of my boots hit the ground. I raised my wand.

"Give up yet?" I asked him.

Mosst dark wizards said "yes" and let me take them, but this guy was not going down without a fight.

He charged me, brandishing a sword half-bronze half-steel.

"Expelliarmus!" I shouted.

A jet of scarlet light shot from my wand. He deflected it off his sword and slashed. I Apparated too the other side of him just in time and cast Petrificus Totalus nonverbally. I grabbed him by the shoulder. Then I noticed something. This kid had a 3-line tatoo on his right cheek.

"Ouranos..." He muttered weakly, before falling to the ground unconsious. He hit the ground and vanished into purple mist. His sword lay on the ground. I picked it up. I slashed my hand (A/N Not emo! checking if it's a magic object or not!) Then something weird happened. When I slashed with the bronze side, it went through me like a ghost. When I slashed with the steel side, it cut like a regular blade.

"Interesting..." I muttered, performing a Healing Charm on my cut hand. Then the sword morphed into a scythe before dissapearing into violet mist, much like the boy I fought, not much older than my son Albus.

Albus...

I sent my Stag patronus to my best friend Ron, having it ask him what house Albus and Rose were sorted into.

A few minutes later, a silver dog flew up too me. "Hufflepuff. Both of them." it said in Ron's voice.

Hufflepuff. My son is loyal and hardworking. So is my neice.

So I got on my broom and flew home.