New story on Percy Jackson going to Hogwarts. for those who have read my past works, Im sorry for not updating in what seems like years. I just kind of lost interest in both. There's more of a chance for me to go back to Luck Is Just Another Word for Fate, but I wont make any promises. Now, on with the new story. Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 1: 15 Again

Percy Pov

In all of my 32 years on Earth, I, Percy Jackson had never pissed off a deity so much. Well, that was debatable. I had pissed off a lot of immortals and gotten a wide range of reactions in my lifetime. One time, when I was 19 years of age, I accidentally killed a dove at Camp Half-Blood - Don't ask me how - and Aphrodite made all my clothes pink for half a year.

The present, though, this was something that was life or death. I didn't think about it to hard at the time, but about a week ago, I had gotten drunk and abused my power over the Mist, confusing mortals around me and just being a bitch to society.

Well, now that mistake was going to bite me in the ass. Over the years of being a son of Poseidon, I had gotten better at sending when immortals and monsters were near me. I could sense that Hecate was near, and I was trapped in my kitchen.

"Percy, there's nowhere to run." I heard from behind me. I spun around to find Hecate appearing as a woman in her twenties, wearing a black robe and an intimidating face.

"Lady Hecate, I didn't mean to abuse the Mist. I was drunk and I was want thinking." I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had again made mistake, and I didn't have Annabeth to help me in my choice of words. Rule one when apologising to gods, never make excuses.

"It has been years since your days off youth, yet still you manage to make mistakes without ever learning better." Hecate replies angrily. Now I was provoked and mad.

"Yeah, well you gods saw to that when you gave us all a second chance to be as arrogant as you." I growled, not caring anymore about stepping over that very distinct line of disrespect. Hecate suddenly smiled.

"I have an idea for your punishment." she said.

"Um, how about no punishment, if that's okay?" I said sarcastically. Hecate ignored my response and came closer to me, our faces becoming inches away from each other.

"You seem to be clinging to the past, something you should know isn't very healthy." Hecate said. I winced at the comment. "I am going to send you off to a place where your insolence will no longer annoy those who must clean up your messes."

"Messes? You call saving the world numerous times, and saving the asses of gods like you, me making messes?" I asked incredulously. Hecate again ignored me.

"Your not listening." Hecate said patiently. "Your punishment will be to relive a part in time where our won't and can't disturb the gods. Good luck."

"Wait, What?" Is that even possible?" I asked. Hecate smirked.

"I'm a goddess, Percy. I'll see you later." with that said, Hecate snapped her fingers and closed her eyes. I felt a tingling sensation behind my gears and all of a sudden my stomach flipped inside out. My head began to spin and my legs turned to jelly before my eyes were blinded by a flashing light and I blacked out.

I woke up in a dusty ass hotel room on a dusty ass bed, thankfully fully clothed. My head was ringing and my vision was blurry as Hades.

I swept the sheets off me and sat up. I was wearing the same as I had when Hecate had done whatever she did.

I walked around the room and went up to a mirror.

"Shit." I said. "Shit fuck."

In the mirror was the young, teen version of myself.

"Stupid gods."

I walked out of my hotel room and found myself walking to a bar that seemed to be the center of the hotel. I saw an old, greasy man behind the bar, currently cleaning cups while there seemed to be no residents within the pub.

"Hi, I'm Tom, can I get you anything?" The bartender asked. I shook my head.

"No thanks, can you tell me where I am?" I asked.

"You must've been pretty drunk when you got here, huh? Maybe I was as well. I don't remember you." Tom chuckled. I managed a smile.

"Yeah, that must be it." I replied.

"Anyway, this is the Leaky Cauldron, kid. Hope you have a good stay." Tom said. I nodded goodbye and headed toward the entrance/exit.

'Well that guy was weird. I'm literally a teen, why would I get drunk?' I thought to myself. I shook my head and was glad I had an excuse for being in the hotel.

Although the friendly yet creepy bartender had given me the name of the hotel, I still didn't know where exactly I was. Due to that missing piece of information, my seaweed brain was able to deduce that finding a newspaper was to be my first plan of action.

I wandered the outside of the Leaky Cauldron, seeing many odd figures. Some in brown robes and some with just mismatching clothing.

Finally, I found a newspaper just lying on a rusty bench. I sat down and picked up the paper.

"Great, just great. I'm in London," I said. I shook my head. "I'm in London on July 28 - What the fuck!"

People around me just stared for a couple seconds before going back to their business.

'It's literally the year 1995. I traveled back in time.' I thought. I smiled happily and a lamp next to me sparked with energy for a second before going out again. I ignored the surge in energy and walked back to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hey Tom!" I said cheerily as I entered the pub. He smiled and waved back.

"Hi…" Tom faltered. "What's your name again?" I hesitated, I didn't know what my actions could do to the timeline. But I never was one to think things through.

'Fuck it' I thought. "Sorry. My name's Percy. Percy Jackson." Tom smiled once again.

"Hey Percy." I waved and went to return to my room. As I entered my empty hotel room, I realized that there were some things I hadn't checked yet. I reached into my jeans pocket and found a familiar object when I pulled out my hand.

"Hello old friend." I said as I examined Riptide. I uncapped the ballpoint pen and found that it still turned into a sword. I re-capped it and put it back into my pocket. Another thing I hadn't tried were my demigod powers. I had lost the curse of Achilles long ago, and I hadn't used all of my powers for a while, but I still remembered my full powers.

I went to the mens' bathroom and turned on the sink, letting the water run without interference. I reached out and a familiar tug in my gut told me all I needed to know. I felt the water rise from the sink and the stream ended, a ball of water all that was left, floating in the air and bending to his will. The sensation was familiar and reminded of home, at least, what I used to call home.

Camp Half-Blood was in the past, the 32 year old version of Percy had chosen to abandon the god part of him after all the wars and quests and death threats from gods and monsters. Yet that attempt soon revealed itself to be futile and I found myself secluded from my friends and family, fighting for my life alone while the gods still saw me as their pawn.

"AHHH!" Percy whipped around and saw a house maid scream, watching me control the water aimlessly and thoughtlessly. The girl ran and I sighing, letting go of his control over the water. Just his luck for a clear sighted mortal to see him using his demigod powers. Percy walked out of the bathroom and back to the bar where Tom was listening to the housemaid whisper furiously. Tom nodded and the housemaid walked away, still a little freaked out.

"So mate, you can control water, huh." Tom said, not even forming it into a question. It was a statement. I didn't know what to do. I nodded.

"Yeah." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. Tom didn't even seem surprised. He just nodded.

"How old are you?" Tom asked calmly.

"I'm 15." I said quickly, not even thinking about it. In my head, I just knew that I was 15.

"About to be a fifth year, eh?" Tom said, nodding once again. He looked around the bar like he was making sure nobody else was listening. "What house you in?"

"What?" I asked, completely thrown off by the question.

"You know, at Hogwarts. What house are you in?" Tom asked again. I held back a fit of laughter. Just hearing that name made me want to start repeating it over and over until the name didn't sound stupid.

"What's Hogwarts?" I asked, substituting the question in place of laughter. Tom then looked confused, scratching his scruffy chin.

"Well then…" Tom trailed off, seemingly thinking hard. "You said your name was Percy Jackson, and I'm guessing you're American, right?"

"Yeah, New York." I said. I didn't want to get too deep into my past.

"Do you have a wand?" Tom asked. I was getting even more confused by the strange questions.

"No." I answered plainly. Tom shook his head.

"Well, I'll be right back kid." Tom said, leaving me awkwardly standing in the middle of the pub. Tom left to go to the back of the bar and came back with an owl on his arm.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath. Hopefully the owl wouldn't try to rip my guts out.

Tom took out a piece of parchment and whipped out… a quill? He wrote a few things on the paper before rolling it up and giving it to the owl. He whispered to the owl and it hooted cheerily in response, flying off and passing me. While almost shitting myself, the owl flew out the window and didn't come back.

"Hopefully they'll make an exception to you, kid." Tom said.

"An exception to what?" I asked, my mind running in a hamster wheel. I didn't have an intelligent being as my translator for all the information coming through my ears into my brain.

"I'll just let Hagrid explain it." Tom waved me off. "Go to your room, Percy. Hopefully he'll be here in the morning. Tom walked away and I stood there for about five minutes, trying to comprehend the last ten.

"The fuck is happening?" I asked myself. He clearly didn't think I was a demigod, so what was happening? Unless there were demigods in London who went to a school called Hogwarts, but the gods wouldn't allow that. The gods would force demigods to change the name of the school.

I chuckled at myself and my "logic". As I entered my room and collapsed on my bed, I didn't let any of the worries of the day and the day ahead get to me.

"Fuck." I said. I first pumped the air and smiled. I was 15 again. I was young and I seemingly didn't have any gods or monsters coming down my throat. The events of the day had distracted me from the awesomeness of turning back time and becoming a teen. I still had my powers and my strength.

I closed my eyes in happiness and sighed in relief. I didn't give a shit about time or breaking time. Hecate has done me a favor by sending me to London in the year 2001. My new moto from now on would be:

Fuck it

I woke up in my bed and immediately flipped the covers off of me, jumping out of my bed and walking straight to the bar. I just realized that i was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and smiled.

"Fuck it." I said. As I entered the pub, I saw a rather large man at the bar, drinking a beer and talking to Tom. Tom nodded to me and the large man turned around.

"I'm Hagrid." the large man said.

"Percy." I said warily. "Why are you here?"

"You're a wizard Percy."

"I'm a what?"

First chapter of the new story, hope you guys enjoy it. Please review for improvements.