Worlds Collide
KOTLC, SGE, HP, PJO Mash || Disclaimer: I do not own any of these series
Chapter 1
“Annabeth!” cried Percy as she tumbled into a hole in the ground. It had opened up beneath their feet, yet Annabeth had been running, so she fell in. Percy didn’t have to think. He jumped in after her.
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Sophie raised her Leapmaster.
“Foxfire!” she shouted. Beside her, Keefe nodded and did the same.
However instead of arriving at Foxfire, ready to go, they found themselves in a dark oblivion.
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“Aggie, honey, we really need to do something about your hair,” said Sophie, eyeing her best friend. “Maybe a-”
“No way Sophie,” replied Agatha firmly.
“But-”
Suddenly, it seemed as if the world had stopped operating. The best friends got ****** into blackness.
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Harry was alone. Ron and Hermione were serving a detention, and for once, Snape refused to give Harry one too. Probably to not be with his friends. Ugh.
He gave up on his Herbology essay and leaned back in his chair.
“Harry, Harry!” cried a voice. Neville.
“Heya Neville,” said Harry, glad to see a familiar face.
“I learnt a new spell!” carried on Neville, gushing away. “Let me try it on you! It makes your glasses repair itself!”
Harry, of course, knew this spell well. Hermione was his best friend after all.
“Oculus Reparo!”
The world turned black.
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THIRD PERSON POV
“Where are we?” whispered Annabeth, sounding worried.
“I don’t know,” replied Percy, gripping her hand. They were in some sort of airy, dark oblivion. A white hole opened and two people stumbled out of it.
“Where are we? We’re meant to be at Foxfire! Wha-” said the blonde girl with brown eyes.
“Well, this is cooler than Foxfire,” said the blonde boy, with mussed up hair.
“Keefe!” snapped the blonde girl. Sophie Foster. And Keefe Sencen.
The duo noticed the demigods.
“Are you part of the Neverseen?” asked Sophie immediately.
“They’re not Foster, so chill out. You see their awesome orange shirts?” pointed out Keefe.
Percy looked grateful and grinned at Keefe. Annabeth still on her guard.
“Who are you-”
She was interrupted by a lone, bespectacled boy falling out of another white opening.
He sat up, fixing his glasses. Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived.
“What’s going-” he started, but was cut off by another hole opening in the oblivion yet again.
This time, two girls tumbled out.
“Aggie!” wailed the blonde one – quite the beauty.
“I don’t know what’s going on either!” fretted the goth girl.
But before any of the famous, loved book characters could speak, another voice boomed out.
“That took longer than I wished for. We have no time to waste. Welcome everyone.”
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Meanwhile…
Neville burst into Dumbledore’s office.
“Proffesor-sir-Harry-he-spell,” stammered Neville, gasping for breath.
“Calm Neville,” replied Dumbledore, eyes twinkling. “Now what is the issue?”
“I cast a-a spell to re-repair Harry’s glasses but…he-he disappeared!”
Neville started wailing. Dumbledore managed to calm him down with a sherbet lemon and dismissed him.
“Get The Storyteller,” he said to a random portrait of a headmaster.
Phineas Nigellus nodded and soon, a voice filled his head.
“Are they there?” asked Dumbledore, telepathically.
“Yes,” replied the voice. The Storyteller. “Our plans can commence.”
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That’s chapter one! 😀 I hope you liked it, and constructive criticism is ALWAYS appreciated ^^ Bye!
~ Rayla