Percy vs. Harry

Percy Jackson vs. Harry Potter
Chapter One
Harry
I stepped into the JFK airport with Ron and Hermione at either side of me. Ron shouldered his pack nervously.
"You ready?" He asked me.
"No," I answered truthfully.
I looked at Hermione; it was her idea to come here in the first place but she looked nervous.
"Remember Hermione," I said. "It was your idea to come here."
"So?"
"So, you look nervous."
"I'm not nervous!"
"Sure, whatever." Ron muttered.
Hermione hit him with her carry-on bag.
"My pen-pal invited us to join her in Manhattan for the summer! Why would I be nervous?"
"Is she a muggle?" Ron asked.
Hermione went pale. "I-I don't know I never asked her, that would be an odd conversation if she was."
Then Hermione's phone rang, she had purchased it right before they had left for New York because her pen-pal had asked her, just in case she had to call her when she was away from the computer.
"Yes?" She asked. "Oh, okay, see you soon."
Hermione then shut the phone and walked briskly towards the luggage carousel, Ron and I at her heels. When they reached the carousel no one was there. Hermione looked around, just in case then she waved her wand and our three bags appeared next to us.
Ron shook his head. "I think we've poisoned her mind." He whispered to me.
I smiled and started to help Hermione with the luggage.
"So this American pen-pal of yours?" Ron asked as he grabbed his bag out of my hands and we headed towards the exit. "Who is she?"
"She's 16 and her father and step-mother live in California." Hermione answered pushing open the heavy doors that led outside.
"Then why are we meeting her in New York?" I asked.
"This is where she spends her summers, here with her boyfriend. They go to this special camp for kids."
"HERMIONE!" A girl's voice called. The three of us turned to see two teenagers in a Prius with a dented hood. The girl in the shotgun seat was frantically waving at us through her open window..
She had blonde, curly hair that was falling in her face and I could just make out her stormy gray eyes.
"Hi Annabeth!" Hermione called as she ran towards the car.
Ron and I followed as quickly as we could and I noticed the boy sitting next to her. He had black hair and green eyes, and looked disturbingly like me.
'What the-?" I thought as I ran.
"She doesn't look like a witch." Ron said under his breath.