Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of these characters. Althought I wish. They all belong to their respected authors J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan. I am just having fun with these characters. :)

Note: Most of this story will take place in Hogwarts and I will be using some dialogue and descriptions from the story The Goblet Of Fire.

Chapter 1: The Dream

Percy

I awoke at around 2 in the morning, sweating, feeling the cool air of my cabin on my skin. The water running in the stone fountain was the only thing making noise. A calming noise. I wondered what woke me up. Then I remembered it, my dream.

I was at weird place, a place I've never seen before. I was in a house but it was abandoned. It was covered in dust and would pass as your typical haunted house. I walked a few steps cautiously reaching for Riptide in pen form, I uncapped it just to be ready. My pen now a sword gave a faint glow illuminating the house just a tiny bit. As I approached a window I could see many houses at the base of a hill. I had no idea where I was. Was this a town? I kept on walking through a hallway making my way to a dim firelight coming from a room carefully trying not to make any noise luckily the dust on the ground took care of that. As I kept on walking an elderly man suddenly appeared. I stopped moving and took a step back to get out of his way. He appeared disabled walking with a stick for support. He suddenly stopped however. He seemed curious and so was I. I crept beside him trying to see what he was looking at. At first I heard nothing but in a moment I heard a quiet voice timid and fearful.

"There is a little more in the bottle, My Lord, if you're still hungry" the timid voice said. It caught me by surprise but the person speaking was doing so in an English accent not American.

"Later" said another this voice sounding high pitched and cold. "Move me closer to the fire Wormtail." He too was speaking in an English accent. I soon came to realisation that I may not be in the United States at all.

As I heard a chair being dragged across the floor I saw the man doing it. He was heavy and had a bald spot in the back of his head but then disappeared again behind the door.

"Where is Nagini" said that cold voice again making me shudder.

"I-I don't know my Lord, she set out to explore the house I think" responded the first voice.

"You will milk her before we retire, Wormtail," said the second voice. "I will need feeding in the night. The journey has tired me greatly."

There was a pause and then the man called Wormtail spoke again.

"My Lord, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?"

"A week" the cold voice said. "Perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. I would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over."

Quidditch? I thought, what in hell is that? If it's a World Cup then surely it should be a sport but how come I've never even heard of it? I continued to listen along with the old man. He too seemed to not know what these people were talking about since he tried to clean his ears.

"Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activities, checking and double-checking identities."

Wizards? I wondered. First quidditch now wizards? What was going on? Surely wizards didn't exist. But, but gods exist why can't wizards? It wasn't totally impossible, I mean I had met an Egyptian who had magical abilities maybe these wizards were the same. Or maybe not. All of this mythology thing was getting more and more complicated. What about the Ministry of Magic where they a magical government or something? I quickly discarded the idea of these wizards being like the Egyptians I met before. If these two were like them then they would have mentioned their gods and not a Ministry of Magic.

"I have my reasons for using the boy, as I have already explained to you, and I will use no other." said the cold voice. "All that is needed is a little courage from you, Wormtail-courage you will find, unless you wish to feel the full extend of Lord Voldemort's wrath."

As I continued to listen I heard of someone named Bertha Jorkins who they apparently had kidnapped. Another named Harry Potter which they needed to get to. These two seemed to be planning an attack on this person, this boy after the so called Quidditch World Cup. They seem to be in hiding. This would explain them staying in this old house, however these two kept on talking about this Bertha person which the one with the cold voice had killed. I took a step back in shock. Talking about murder with no remorse, talking about one more killing before they get this boy, Harry Potter. I had to tell Chiron about this. As I kept on thinking about what they were planing a gigantic snake grabbed my attention. I quickly pointed Riptide at it just to be ready if it attacked putting myself in front of the old man forgetting that this was a dream. The old man who had seen the snake and been impacted with fear seemed terrified and so was I. Was I about to witness this man get eaten alive by this snake? The snake was however just slithering on the floor moving towards the lit room, towards the man making hissing noises as if communicating with it. I've never heard of people being able to talk to animals besides Grover of course but these people were wizards right? Maybe they could talk to animals. The snake moved inside the room where the two men were. The old man besides me seemed uncomfortable as if he wanted to get out and call for help. I too wanted to move but I knew this was a dream and I couldn't be of any help.

"Nagini has interesting news, Wormtail," the cold voice said whose name seemed to be Lord Voldemort.

"In-Indeed, My Lord?" responded Wormtail.

"Indeed , yes. According to Nagini there is an old muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say," said Voldemort.

I quickly understood what he meant. It meant that the old man had been discovered. As soon as I came to this conclusion the door which we had been listening to had sprung open revealing the heavy man named Wormtail. I tried to hide but remembered this was just a dream.

"Invite him in, Wormtail. Where are your manners?" said Voldemort.

Wormtail lead the man inside the room where his Lord awaited. I on the other hand stayed outside the door just waiting to see what would happen. Even if I wanted to help, which of course I did, I couldn't. This was still a dream and even if it was happening right now I still couldn't do anything about it.

"You heard everything, muggle?" asked Voldemort

The old man seemed to take offense to this because he responded quickly in a harsh tone to being called a "muggle." This meaning a non wizard as explained by Lord Voldemort just after.

"My wife knows I'm here, if I don't come back-" the old man was interrupted by Voldemort.

"You have no wife. Nobody knows you're here. You told nobody you were coming," said Voldemort.

What an idiot I thought. He should have told somebody where he was going. I felt worried and glad at the same time. Glad because if these two killed before they would surely kill anybody else that knew where the old man went but also worried because if nobody knew where the old man went then he was all alone and was surely going to die. Just then I heard screaming. His walking stick fell to the ground and then a flash of green light left from the chair Voldemort was sitting on and the old man fell to the ground dead.

That's what woke me up I thought. My dream, my extremely vivid dream about that old man's death. I sat quietly on my bed my cabin silent except for the fountain. I wondered for a few minutes why I had dreamed this. Was this connected to the gods? Demigods dreams are very prophetic of course, sometimes giving glimpses of the past or future but why did I dream this. The Greek gods source of power is in the United States but these three people were all talking with English accents. Did wizards really exist? Did my dream already happen or will it happen soon?

I let out a long frustrated noise. I walked up into the bathroom just to pour some water onto my face making me think clearer and returned back to my bed.

"Man, what is going on," I said quietly

I need to tell Chiron about this but it's too late right now I thought.

"No," I said outloud "this cannot wait until morning"

I put on a Camp Half Blood shirt, looked for some shorts to put on and silently head outside carefull not to make the harpies aware that I was out of bed. I ran as fast as I could without making any noise and knocked on the Big House. I knocked again and again until Chiron, my centaur teacher and mentor appeared. He seemed tired, I couldn't blame him of course waking up this early had its effects.

"Percy?" Chiron asked as if he didn't know if I was really there. "Percy why are you up this early, and why are you knocking?"

"Chiron I know it's late but it was very important. I had to see you."

"Alright," he said "come on in, we don't want the harpies finding you out of bed, they might want to eat you."

I sat down on one of the couches in the living room and quickly told Chiron all about my dream. How I saw the old man get murdered by the one called Voldemort and how they seemed to be planning an attack at an event called the Quidditch World Cup. How they were planning to kill this boy named Harry Potter and how they had already killed a woman named Bertha Jorkins. I also told him that they called themselves wizards. Everything seemed ridiculous about my dream. Prophetic or not it just seemed too crazy. Chiron didn't say anything until I had finish. I waited and then he spoke.

"Impressive," he said. "No demigod has ever had a dream about the wizarding community, especially the British wizard community."

"Wait, so you mean that wizards actually exist? But how is that possible?"

"Look Percy," Chiron said quietly. "For right now all you need to know is that yes they do exist. I'll tell you more about it after you get more sleep and are able to process information much more clearer, Ok?"

I agreed. I was tired and I would have probably fallen asleep listening to Chiron explain how wizards could exist in a world already occupied by gods and monsters. I slowly close the door behind me and silently walk back to my cabin. I open the door of cabin 3, my father's cabin and step inside. I remove my shirt feeling the clay beads of my necklace on my chest, I took off my shorts and lay on my bed hoping for no future dreams like the one before.