Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic. Don't judge too harshly! Reviews are highly appreciated. They make my day exceptionally brighter. There are going to be different point of views throughout the story. Thanks for reading.

Percy

The damage that both of the camps endured with the battle with Gaea recently were fully repaired. Leo came back with Calypso just Yesterday and were still in a good mood. They had no idea what was going to hit them full in the face that day. Annabeth and Percy were enjoying our time alone by the river when they were summoned to the big house. When they arrived in the rec room, none of the cabin leaders were there. It was just Mr. D and Chiron with the 7 of the prophecy. The looks on the other's faces confirmed that they had no idea what was going on either. Everyone, though, was fidgeting around, clearly nervous.

When Percy and Annabeth entered, Chiron cleared his throat and and started. "As you all know, there are different universes in the world. An example, as you all know, is the Greek and Roman aspects of the world." Chiron observed everyone's faces before continuing. "Well, there is another universe as well. It is one of witches and wizards." Chiron waited a moment for that to sink in before continuing. "They have prospered and grown, keeping themselves hidden from muggles quite effectively. Muggles are the wizard term for non-magic beings. The reason I'm telling you this is because there is this one boy named Harry Potter, who will surely fail his task." Chiron paused for a second before going on. "His task that was destined for him is to kill the evil wizard Lord Voldemort, who is the worst dark wizard most likely ever in history. In order to help young Harry, of course, the Gods will transport you back some years to the time you were 11." Chiron eyed everyone carefully before saying next thing to betray the sense of seriousness, "You should never ever let anybody learn you are half-bloods or else that would lead you to certain doom. You will be leaving in about a week. Any questions?"

Frank raised his hand and asked "How will we help Harry? What do we need to do?"

"That is for you to decide," Chiron answered. "Remember, the weight of the world depends on one decision you make in the end. The rest depends on Harry. Now any more?" Nobody answered. Chiron then said "Hecate will give you magical powers that the wizards have. If anyone asked you are you muggle-born, answer yes." At that moment, Hecate appeared. she was dressed like a goddess at a funeral, but she smiled cheerfully and winked at Hazel before saying a spell and all of us was encased in a shimmering, golden light. Percy felt a weird tingling sensation before it and Hecate disappeared.

"You all will be off your duties for the rest of the time here. All of the others will be thinking you're getting ready for another quest. You will come here while I give you all your cover stories. There is a family that will take you in and I will teach you all cover stories and other information along with supplies you'll need on your way. Thank you for your time. You should come back after lunch and stay here for a few hours while I explain everything. You may go now," Chiron concluded.

Percy left the rec room with his mind whirling. He decided to push it at the back of his mind until tomorrow. Unfortunately, his dreams didn't agree.

That night, he dreamed about harry's past.

The night was dark, lights illuminating the streets as children raced around with their parents trying to keep up with their paces. Godric's Hollow was decorated for Halloween and the Muggles were dressed up in pale imitations of some magical creatures and some not; the whole holiday disgusted Hope. But she reigned in her displeasure, she would not give in to it, not when she was so close to defeating the last who could stand in her way.

"Nice costume, mister!"

His eyes fell to the child who was wearing a dark cloak of his own, a plastic scythe clutched in his hands. An arrogant choice, if you asked Percy, pretending to be what the Muggle culture considered to be Death, but he knew better.

The boy's grin faltered at the sight of his face under his hood, pearl-white with eyes as red as blood, and then he turned and ran back in the direction of his mother.

Percy considered killing him, it would certainly be no loss to him, the senseless killing of a Muggle child, he had certainly dealt with enough at the orphanage…but there was no need, he would already be killing one child tonight and its parents, and a dead little boy on Halloween would draw attention.

So he continued to walk down his path, crisp leaves dancing past him in the wind, rustling as they skittered across the ground. He had almost reached the house he was seeking and none knew that the precious Fidelius Charm no longer functioned, despite that it had worked for months without any trouble, all because they had foolishly trusted their faithless friend. Did they not think that in this world they should trust no one?

They did not seem to notice him standing before the low gate, indeed those within seemed to consider him one of the trick-or-treaters walking past, but he was not.

The dark-haired father, who was clearly the one he'd taken after, was making small stars in the air above his son, the stars shifting and changing every few seconds so that he laughed, clapping his hands.

The red-haired mother entered into the room, brushing her hair back as she spoke smilingly to her husband before retrieving her son from him, bouncing him gently on her hip before leaving the room, no doubt making for the child's room to put it to bed.

James Potter collapsed into the couch, the picture of exhaustion that only a child could cause, dropping his wand beside him as he extended his arms behind his head, stretching out the kinks.

Percy opened the gate silently and the man didn't notice and continued not to until a flick of his yew wand blasted the door off its hinges.

James rushed forward, all traces of weariness gone, his hand empty of his wand. Foolish boy, did he honestly think he could hold off someone of Percy's calibre without a wand.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

A high-pitched laugh left his lips at the very thought of him holding him off and in a green flash, James Potter fell, his eyes unseeing in death.

His wife screamed above, but there was nowhere to go. She need not worry for her life if she simply stepped aside.

Percy easily pushed aside the door and all that the woman had blocked it with to gaze upon her last obstacle. Lily Potter's arms were spread protectively in front of the crib, wandless, her son peering through the bars of the crib in curiosity.

"Not Harry!" Her voice trembled, as it should at the sight of him. "Not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl," Percy ordered, "stand aside now."

"Not Harry, please no," Lily Potter begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Take me, kill me instead—"

"This is my last warning—" Percy sneered.

"Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…Not Harry! Not Harry! Please –I'll do anything—"

"Stand aside, stand aside, girl!"

And a moment later in a flash of green, she had crumpled, leaving the crib containing her foe now free of obstacles.

The child within was not smiling or laughing as though mistaking Percy for her mother or father, he was merely staring up at him and the expression hardly changed as Percy pointed his wand at the child.

He had never much liked children to begin with, the ones at the orphanage had grated on his nerves, killing the boy was no consequence to him.

"Avada Kedavra!" he intoned, the green jet of light, but his spell backfired in a way he could not explain and an instant later he was nothing but fear, hate, and pain, and the pain was overflowing as the backfire caused flames to catch in the room and the boy was screaming in pain, his fists to his forehead. Percy needed to find a place away from the boy who had caused his downfall…he needed somewhere safe…

Percy woke up with a start, covered in sweat. He couldn't get the voice of the woman out of his head. That was the death of Harry's parents, he was sure of it. He needed to talk to Chiron immediately.

He looked around his cabin and saw that it was dark. It was four in the morning. He got out of bed and shakily went to the big house. Chiron was there, looking as if he was waiting for something. When he saw Percy, he motioned for him to come inside. He saw Jason, Hazel, Annabeth, and Leo there as well. Percy sat next to Annabeth and she whispered to me, "Did you get the dream too? The one where you saw Harry's parents die?" Percy nodded mutely, still in shock in what he saw. He understood dimly that the others had as well. Soon Piper and Frank joined us as well.

"The gods sent a message to me," Chiron said, "and they want you to leave in three days time. That means I will need you to come after you wake up, and lunch. I believe you will be ready by that time."

"Now, I hear all of you had a dream of Harry's past. That green light was a killing curse. As you can wager, that kills that person without leaving a mark on them."

"You will be staying with a wizarding family called the Weasleys. The parents are two of the four people in the wizarding world who know your true identities. I cannot stress this point enough, but they can not know your true identities. The wizarding family is making their house bigger to accommodate all of you." Chiron continued talking, telling them more vital information including cover stories and other important information. Soon, he let us go.

This is the way the next few days went. We would go to the rec room with many excuses made to cover up, and got told information we needed, leaving many gaps in the middle which he claimed we would find out ourselves. All too soon, it was the day we needed to leave. We had everything we needed to get packed. We went to the camp boundaries, which we found Hermes there, who was the god to transport us to the wizarding world in the future, while changing us to eleven year olds.

We held on to our trunks tight and a spinning sensation enveloped us and we found ourselves in front of a very tall house, that was leaning so badly to the right that it looked like it was only being held up by magic. There was a sign by the front door saying The Burrow, so they assumed this was the place they were supposed to be. They walked up to the door and barely knocked before it swung open and they were pulled into a bone crushing hug by the mother of the family, Molly Weasley.

"Oh, I've been so worried. You were late and I wondered if anything had gone wrong..." Molly kept on going like this before she calmed down. Then she introduced us to the children. They of course, didn't know what they really were, so they were badgered with questions. The story was they were foster children, then they ended up having magic so this family took them in.

They set their things in seven of the new rooms and ventured around the house, exploring. They had already gotten all of their school supplies from Diagon Alley, and tomorrow was the day to leave. They had their train tickets ready for the big day tomorrow. That day was the first day of Hogwarts and the day to meet Harry.