kristalovepercy COOL!!!! post soon!!! that was EPIC!!!!!

wierdo4 DISCLAIM! BTW : only oneshots and articles are posted under article.

Artemis_Star Oh sorry! i forgot the disclaimer! That was stupid. okay here you go: disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Heroes of Olympus. All rights to Rick Riordan and J. K. Rowling.

pink-bookworm Okay it's really good you need to continue and just so you know we are trying to get I'd of some of these crossovers like once they are started it doesn't matters and th club is called Crossovers. -The Comittee.

Artemis_Star So i can continue it, right? because everyones on this "anti-crossover" rampage, and since i haven't posted my first chapter, should i just abandon?

Artemis_Star Okay, I'm posting my first chapter here. Tell me what you think, and if I should move it over to the new crossovers club. Disclaimer: I do not own HP or HoO. J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan do. Learn your authors. The only characters I own are Lyra and her friends. Chapter 1 The guest No one's POV specifically "I win!" Lyra announced triumphantly, pinning down her opponent. Her black hair fell out of her ponytail, but she just brushed it aside, grinning at the teenage boy on the floor of the arena. "Nice job, kiddo," laughed Jason, shoving the point of Lyra's sword away from his face. Normally, letting his opponent win wasn't a good idea, but the eleven-year-old daughter of Bellona was a special case. She'd been in the legion almost as long as he had, and was like a little sister to him. Jason struggled to his feet and brushed the dirt off his clothes. The other praetor, Lyra's half-sister Reyna, marched down from the spectator's seats. "Good job, Lyra," she said, but even as she spoke she glared at Jason in a way that clearly said, [i]"Do NOT baby her. I don't want her to think you're a pushover.[/i] Lyra, meanwhile, sheathed her sword and looked at the clock and frowned. "That wasn't a good job, Reyna. It took me almost five more seconds to disarm him then it did last time." Reyna and Jason exchanged glances and then burst out laughing. Yes, Lyra was a true daughter of Bellona, all right. Not many other legionaries would care much about five seconds. The raven-haired girl glared at the praetors. "It's not funny! If Jason were an actual enemy, that would be five more seconds for him to learn my strategy and disarm me." The fourteen-year-old son of Jupiter reached out to rumple her hair. "We're not laughing [i]at[/i] you, L-Bell. It's just funny that you care so much about five seconds." Lyra dodged Jason's hand and wrinkled her nose at her silly pet name. "Don't call me L-Bell." "Don't be mean. You'll always be L-Bell in my mind." "Even when I'm married and I have a different last name?" "Even then." Reyna, sensing a fight, stepped between her partner and her sister. "Lyra, you won't be getting married for at least ten years. Jason, solders don't need pet names." Lyra stuck her tongue out at the boy. She might have pretended to hate being referred to as "L-Bell", but really deep inside she liked it. In spite of this, if anyone else but Jason tried it, they would be gutted like a fish. Jason opened his mouth, but before saying anything, he glanced at the clock, and gasped. "Reyna! We have to go, or we'll be late for that senate meeting." "Fine," Reyna frowned. Being late for a senate meeting was a bad idea. Octavian would take that as an excuse to inform everyone what a horrible praetor she was. "Lyra, go meet up with your friends or something. We have to go." Before Lyra could answer, the praetors left, purple capes swishing behind them. The young girl fiddled with her sword. She wasn't that good at sword fighting. Her main weapon hung on a silver chain around her neck in the form of a skull-shaped necklace. It didn't look very threatening, but when she wanted it to, it would transform into a dagger-fourteen inches of pure, wicked-sharp Imperial Gold. Looking around, she decided to take Reyna's suggestion. Her friends (otherwise known as the only other eleven-and-twelve-year-olds in the legion)had told her they were practicing archery on the Field of Mars. She didn't know why they were doing archery, because they all seemed to hate it, but she didn't have very normal friends. Lyra jogged out of the Colosseum and headed to the Fields of Mars. The third and fourth cohorts were building a fort for war games tonight, so her friends were on the very outer edge, shooting targets pinned to trees in the forest. Glancing behind her, she made her way across the potholes and trenches that gouged the field. A cold wind blew and storm clouds billowed overhead, but they held their rain. Good. She despised archery enough already. She didn't need to be soaking wet while she did it. Her best friend, Lisa Singer, the twelve-year-old OCD daughter of Minerva, saw her and waved frantically. She shouted something that was lost in the wind, but it was obvious what she wanted. Lyra closed her eyes and pulled her jacket around her. Her hair whipped around her. The storm seemed to be getting worse, but she stumbled the rest of the way over to her friends. "Oof," she groaned as she ran right into Jacob Stone, the son of Apollo. He grinned down at her, smirking. "Do you need some help?" "Nope," she snapped, shoving him out of the way and glaring at Lisa. "Why the Hades are you practicing archery in this weather? All the arrows will be blown off course.' "She claims that's the point." Simon Dion rolled his eyes. "Apparently if we can hit the targets in this weather, we can hit them in any weather." "Exactly." Lisa loaded an arrow and shot it. It landed somewhere in the forest. "Oops. I'm not going to get that." Jacob shot an arrow. Being the son of Apollo, he was a natural at archery. His arrow hit the target dead on. "Beat that." "Show-off," laughed Lyra, shoving her hair out of her face. She grabbed Simon's bow, ignoring the son of Mercury's indignant "Hey!" and stole an arrow from Lisa. Her arrow almost hit the target, only missing by an inch. "I don't like archery anyways." "I bet none of you can hit the center," gloated Jacob. Lyra sighed. "Does it need to be an arrow?" "What?" asked Simon. Lyra reached up and tapped on her necklace. The charm came off in her hand and grew until it was no longer a silver skull-shaped piece of jewelry, but a shimmering Imperial Gold dagger. She leaned back and raised it above her head. Jacob glared. "You can't-" Lyra hurled the weapon at the target. It split Jacob's arrow down the middle and sunk hilt-deep into the tree. "Beat that." "I will." "No you won't." "Yes I will." "You won't." "Will!" "Won't!" "Will!" "Won't!" "Guys!" Lisa interfered before the two attacked each other. "Grow up." Simon was cracking up. Lisa smacked him in the back of the head. "I meant all of you." "Fine." Lyra stalked over to the tree and grabbed her dagger. "Stupid tree. It-won't-come-out!" She kicked the tree and managed to dislodge a few leaves, which flew away in the violent wind. "Gods, curse this stupid tree!" Lyra drew her sword and used it like a crowbar to pry the weapon out of the tree."Got it!" Stomping back over to her friends, Lyra glared at the strange boy that had joined them. He was tall and skinny, with short brown hair and really pale skin. She was pretty sure he was in the second cohort. "What?" The boy stepped back. "Lyra Bell, right?" "That's me." "Praetor Reyna wants to talk to you in the [i]Praetoria[/i]. Apparently you have a visitor." He sneered, like he didn't think it was worth his time to deliver messages to eleven-year-old girls. "Thank you, I'll go see her. You three find something to do," she said, glaring at the boy, then at her friends before taking off at a full run. Lyra sprinted all the way to the [i]Praetoria[/i], only pausing for breath when she got there. "You wanted to see-" She stopped dead at the sight of the man standing in front of the praetors. Reyna was frowning at her like she'd meant to be a little late, while Jason was giving the man a death glare. This guy took [i]strange[/i] to a whole new level. He looked like he was at least a hundred years old and counting. His long white beard and hair reached his waist, his eyes, behind half-moon glasses, were bright blue. To add to the weirdness, he was wearing a long black robe and a [i]witch's hat![/i] Talk about weird fashions! He smiled kindly at her. "Good day, Lyra. I was just speaking to your sister and your... cousin, is it? A most fascinating couple." "Wha- Look, who the heck are you and how do you know my name?" The man sighed. "I would like to speak with you alone, Lyra. I was just explaining who I am." "Well who are you?" The man looked at Reyna and Jason. "May we speak in private, please?" Jason looked like he wanted to protest, but Reyna kicked him. "Sure. Jason, come on." The two left. The man looked down at her. "Lyra, I understand that this might be inconvenient for you, but this is about a school." "A school? I'll get kicked out." "No, Lyra. This is a school meant for special children," he said, as if that explained anything. "I'm not crazy! I don't care what you think, because I'm a demigod, and I fit perfectly well into the legion! So-" "Lyra, do you know your parents?" This caught her off guard. "What? My mom's Bellona, the war goddess." "No, I am talking about your father. Did you ever meet him?" "Well, no..." Lyra didn't want to go on. She'd never met her father. She didn't even know his name. Until she was five, she'd grown up in an orphanage, where she was mistreated because she attracted monsters and saw things the others didn't. She almost couldn't remember it, but the manager had hit her a few times. Finally, she'd had enough. At five years old, she broke out and ran away. She'd almost starved. Being five, she didn't know very much about survival. One cold night, she'd stopped at a burned, collapsed house, looking for somewhere to stay. She'd learned how to use matches, disobeying the "don't let children play with matches" rule, and started a fire. Not a big one, just enough to warm her hands. But then the wolf came into the firelight. She'd slowly learned the language of the wolves, and Lupa had looked after her, training her to fight and look after herself. Lupa had told her she was a demigod, a daughter of a Roman god or goddess. At only five years old, Lyra had found the idea remarkably easy to believe, and the wolves brought her to Camp Jupiter, where Jason and another oldwer demigod named Mariah had virtually raised her. They'd stood up for her and helped her learn everything about the life of a legionnaire. They had thrown her birthday parties and clapped loudest when she was claimed by Bellona. "Hmm... Lyra, do you have any idea who your father is?" The man's voice yanked her out of her memories. "No. And if you find him, tell him to go to Hades. I hate him," she snapped. He sighed. "I don't suppose I will make much progress this way. Lyra, my name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

darange wow that's awesome

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eOlympus This is really good. Can you post?

eOlympus If you won't post can someone else? But I really hope you can, since your a good writer.

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