Disclaimer I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor the Harry Potter series. Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling do.

The boy in the shadows

It was a strange night at camp half blood. All of the campers were sleeping

soundly in bed, none of them knew that history was about to be made.

Up at the big house was the strangest meeting yet. There was a man with a long

white beard quite like Merlin's mind you. He had twinkling blue eyes and half

moon glasses that rested on his crooked nose. He was wearing robes, which was

the most peculiar thing about him. This man was Albus Dumbledore

Also in the big house was another man. This man was sitting comfortably in a

wheel chair stroking his brown beard. He had intelligent eyes that usually were

bright with curiosity and knowledge but at the moment looked tired, weary, like

he knew something dreadful was about to happen and he had no way of stopping it.

"Albus, now may not be the best time for them to cross paths . . . Perhaps we

should wait a few years"

" Chiron how can you be sure they won't be able to Handle each other, if they

are able to cooperate if would help our side greatly, Voldemort will be back

stronger than ever and I need someone who the dark lord will never suspect as a hero" Albus said massaging his

temple before continuing

" who would be a better teacher of defense than one of your best students . . . A child

of the big three perhaps."

" albus at the moment there are no children of any if the big three, the last

one was Thalia daughter of Zeus . . ."

" Chiron if you really do insist, but then I must make a deal, before our young

Harry Potter completes his years at Hogwarts you must send me a guard for harry potter" the man

reasoned.

Chiron sighed " fine, but let the gods witness that I am doing it for the

benefit of both our worlds" with that Albus smiled the disappeared with a crack.

The next morning

Chiron sat in his wheel chair drinking lemonade and playing card with the camp

director when an image of a young satyr appeared in front of him.

The satyr looked like all others but had a bad case of acne and a wispy goatee.

" ah Grover how is the search of demigods going" he asked tilting his head.

"Chiron you better come to Yancy, I have a feeling I found one. He smells

powerful very powerful. His name . . . Percy Jackson"