Camp Half Blood
Percy wasn't one to complain but when Chiron asked him to complete another quest for the Gods, he shook his fist at the skies and glared, in that order. He then asked Chiron why he, specifically, was chosen to go on another quest.
"Percy, my boy, it isn't your typical quest."
"Chiron, with all due respect, all quests are not typical," Percy sighed while turning to face Chiron. Chiron smiled at Percy and placed his hand on Percy's shoulder. "You're traveling to Scotland."
"W-what for?" Percy was instantly intrigued. Since when did quests involve international travel? Hades, how was he going to get to Scotland? Definitely not by plane-Zeus would zap him out of the sky. If he went by boat, he would reach Scotland in three to four months and he was sure the quest would need him to be in Scotland within the week.
"You're going to fight in another war," Chiron's mouth was set in a grim line. "Another war?! Haven't I helped enough? Can I get more than a couple months of peace?" Percy pleaded. "Percy, I am deeply sorry but your name was mentioned in a prophecy by the Oracle. The Fates have decreed it so," Chiron's eyes dimmed considerably.
"The Fates? I guess I have to do this then," Percy spoke in resignation. He would never escape the Fates no matter how much Percy would do for them. "Percy, I truly have hope that you will win this war. Keep in mind that friends can assist you in every way possible, but be careful of who you trust. You leave at dawn." Chiron placed a hard object covered in a beige cloth in Percy's hand. "You just hold onto this and do not touch the object until tomorrow morning. It will transport you to a train station."
Percy breathed slowly. "Also, I must send you to Hecate as soon as possible. She needs to bless and train you. The Gods did not trust me with why you are going to Scotland so I can only imagine what is going on. Good luck, Percy," Chiron smiled encouragingly. He then pressed a bright yellow coin onto his chest.
London, United Kingdom
It was the most uncomfortable feeling. Percy felt as though his whole body was being pulled apart and smushed together simultaneously. A few seconds later, he landed gracelessly onto a cold gray floor. On his hands and knees, he gagged and shook his head vigorously. "Never again," Percy muttered.
"I hope you realize that you're going to do this again tomorrow at dawn," a melodious voice cut through the silence. Percy looked up to a see a beautiful woman. She wore a black weird-looking dress and her long black hair cascaded down her front. Her purple eyes seemed to see through Percy's soul. "Lady Hecate," Percy immediately bowed deeply.
She laughed shrilly. "No need for that Perseus. I am most definitely not like the Gods. I only ask for your respect, rather than demanding for it."
"I give respect to those who deserve it," Percy looked at Hecate. Hecate nodded approvingly and waved her hand in a deliberate motion. A purple and black bottle appeared in her hand and Hecate handed it to Percy.
"This gets rid of your scent. I suggest you drink it now," Hecate spoke as she pulled out a stick. Percy uncorked the bottle and drank. The taste was awful and Percy almost vomited. Almost.
Percy wiped his mouth and stared at Hecate disbelievingly. "Is that a stick?"
"This is most certainly not a stick. It is a wand," Hecate sniffed, holding the wand close to her heart. "In Hogwarts, you require a wand to participate in all of your classes."
"Hogwarts?" Percy tried to hold in his laughter but he couldn't. Immediately his laughs filled the small room. Hecate glared but eventually chuckled along. "I have no idea what those mortals were thinking but there's nothing we can do about it." Hecate shoved the brown stick into Percy's hand.
"Anyways, this is 10 and 3/4 inches long, phoenix feather core, and made out of vine wood. Use it wisely," Hecate explained. "I am also going to bless you so you are able to perform magic. Keep in mind that because I am blessing you personally, you will be able to perform magic incredibly."
Hecate shot a purple beam of light at Percy and Percy felt stronger and more powerful. "I still don't understand why I was chosen to go to Scotland and Hogwarts."
"In Scotland, there was a prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... Harry Potter was the chosen one. At a young age, his parents were killed by Voldemort-the Dark Lord-and he was placed into a terrible household. Now, he is sixteen years old and he could very well die. I need you to protect and guide him. When the time comes, you must help him destroy Voldemort," Hecate spoke quickly and worriedly. "And a couple weeks ago, we received a prophecy speaking of you.
The Chosen One and the Sea shall unite against the Dark Lord. The strength required is can be found within friends. The dark items shall be destroyed by the chosen Sword. And the Sea shall find love in the end. If all fails, the Darkness will cause the blood to pour. Perseus, I spoke to the Fates and they necessitate your assistance."
"Of course I'll help. It's my job to do so." Percy gave in. Any person subjected to a prophecy considering life or death was worth fighting for. No one deserved to go through that type of pain.
"Also, your clothes, galleons, and materials needed for Hogwarts will be found in your room. When the Sorting Hat decides the house you're going to be in, it will appear. When I teach you just about everything about the Wizarding World, you must act "dumb", for lack of better word, and be careful of who you trust.
"Thank you, Hecate. So when do we start?" Percy grinned excitedly.
"Now."
Platform 9 and 3/4
Percy landed, in a tumble, onto a cold gray floor. There were many people milling about, staring at the messy haired boy who was splayed out on the station floor.
"Ughhh," Percy shook his head and groaned as he attempted to stand. He dizzily fell back, waiting for the collision with the floor when a small hand grabbed him firmly from falling.
"First time?" He heard a soft chuckle.
Percy's breath hitched as he turned to see the most beautiful girl he had quite possibly ever seen. She had silky brown curls running her back and her slender figure had all the curves in the right places. Her fair skin complimented her lush pink lips. She had a slightly upturned nose. Her warm chocolate eyes drew him in, almost drowning him until he heard her speak again.
"Hello?" She waved a fair-skinned hand in front of his eyes.
"Sorry, what?" Percy snapped out of his trance and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
"No worries. I was asking if it was your first time traveling with a portkey," The girl smiled, clearly showing her pearly whites.
"Is that what that was?" Percy lifted the coin gingerly, afraid it was going to send him on another trip down dizzy lane.
"Do you not know what a portkey is? Excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Hermione Granger, Sixth year into Hogwarts. What's yours?" Hermione's eyes questioned Percy.
"My name's Percy Jackson, sixth year as well. And I was kidding, of course I know what a portkey is. I'm just so used to traveling by the Floo," Percy almost laughed when he heard the name "Hogwarts" but he held it in.
"Hermione!" A loud voice cut through the crowds.
"Sorry, that's Ron. I'll see you later then, yes?" Hermione stepped forward to leave while glancing at his direction.
"Yeah, yes, of course," Percy dusted his black button up off and grinned boyishly. Hermione nodded slowly, as if studying his reaction, before walking confidently away.
Percy shook his head and went on the train to Hogwarts.
Hogwarts' Express Train
Hermione could not focus on her favorite book, Wuthering Heights, for the life of her. She kept wandering back to the strange handsome boy with sea green eyes who clearly seemed as if he were not a part of the Wizarding World.
Normally, Hermione would not care much about new students, but Percy was a sixth year transfer student. Hogwarts just about never had transfer students, let alone a sixth year. He also had a strange accent, an American one. Was he a spy? As soon as that thought appeared, she couldn't dismiss the notion. Voldemort was on the rise and it was not unlike Voldemort to give the Death Mark to sixteen year-olds. Snape was proof of that.
Hermione was shaken out of her reverie when Ron, entering the compartment, noticed her reading, or lack of. "Hermione, how can you be already holding a book?"
"Ron, it is Hermione. You can't not expect her to sit in a train and not read," Ginny shoved Ron aside from the entrance of the compartment and plopped down next to Hermione.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione gently closed her book and put it away in her handbag.
"In the loo changing, I'd expect. We're close to Hogwarts," Ron sat opposite of Hermione and lied down.
"Blimey, you'd think the train would have comfortable seats."
Express Loo
Percy was washing his hands when a lookalike of Percy walked in. The lookalike had sparkling emerald green eyes. His light skin accentuated his messy jet black hair and his nose held up his circle glasses very well. None of that mattered to Percy because he saw the lightning bolt shaped scar.
Percy knew this was Harry Potter.
Percy pretended as if he did not know who Harry was and introduced himself. "Hello, my name's Percy," Percy held out a hand, expecting a nice greeting and a grin. Instead he received a short handshake and a nod. Harry looked haggard and exhausted.
"Harry Potter."
"Right," Percy ignored the rudeness and carried on, "it's my first year at Hogwarts and I'm wondering which house is the best. Any suggestions?"
Harry perked up at the mention of "it's my first year" and turned to stare at him. "You don't choose your house. The sorting hat does."
"I've heard that, yeah, but I thought that in the end, you could ultimately choose which house you prefer," Percy almost scoffed at the idea of a talking hat.
"How did you know that?" Harry's eyes narrowed in suspicion and Percy noted his hand reaching into his back pocket.
"I heard it from my mother who chose to be in Ravenclaw rather than Hufflepuff," Percy explained.
"Oh," Harry mused, deep in thought, "What did you say your name was?"
"Percy," Percy almost let his jaw drop. What kind of a person forgot names that quickly?
"Right. Anyways, I got to go. See you," Harry brushed passed him. Percy turned to see his hand gripping his wand tightly.
"What an asshole," Percy muttered and walked out the door.
Great Hall, Hogwarts
"I met the new transfer student, Percy," Harry sat next to Ron, who was busy stuffing his face with roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
"There's a new transfer student?" Ginny's eyes widened. "Does Hogwarts even allow transfer students?"
"No, but it seems that Professor Dumbledore has made an exception. Why? I'm not entirely sure," Hermione absently spoke, focused on her book.
"The very best of evenings to you! Now, to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you. As you all know, the Forbidden Forest is forbidden," Dumbledore chuckled at this before continuing, "And on to the first years!"
Professor McGonagall stood and called out the names of the first years.
"Jacob Wist!"
A small blonde haired blue eyed boy hesitantly walked over to the Sorting Hat and sat on a dull stool. Professor McGonagall placed the hat gently on the quivering boy's head. After a moment, a voice rang out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers. Jacob scrambled off the stool and sat down quickly at the Hufflepuff table.
"Susan Height!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Ali Waterly!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"This is taking forever," Ron mumbled, before grabbing a chicken leg and biting into it. The juice ran down the corner of his mouth and Hermione looked in disgust.
"Have some manners, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes. She looked back to see the last girl run to the Slytherin table.
"As some of you may know, we have an American transfer student here," at this, students whispered in confusion, "so please welcome, Perseus Jackson!" Dumbledore joyously smiled.
An Hour Earlier
Percy rode the carriages to Hogwarts with a blonde girl named Luna.
He tentatively watched Luna as she gazed without purpose at the environment.
"The Nargles may take your beaded necklace if you aren't careful," Luna spoke with a whimsical tone.
"I'm sure they won't. Besides, I have magic to help me out," Percy boyishly grinned.
"My name is Percy Jackson. What's yours?"
"Luna. Luna Lovegood. Are you a transfer student?" She smiled dreamily.
The carriage stopped and they both got off. Luna petted a skeletal horse and she held out her hand.
"Yes. Sixth year," Percy started to pet the almost haunting horses.
My Lord, we are honored to be in your presence.
"Don't call me that," Percy snorted. Some things never changed.
"What?" Luna asked.
"Nothing, sorry," Percy shook his head and smiled.
"You can see them too." The phrase was worded as a statement, though it seemed as if it were a question.
"What do you mean? Can't everyone see them?"
"Only those who have seen death."
Percy dropped his hand and stared at Luna.
"I think I need to go," Percy was instantly reminded of the death of his friends. "I need to find Dumbledore."
"I'll help you," Luna grabbed his hand and walked towards the magnificent castle.