Hello...
*This takes place months before the Philosipher's (Sorcerer's) Stone and during Titan's Curse. (let's say that Bianca's still alive...)
*Leon is not an OC. Can we just call him a hybrid?
*Characters might be OOC, like Leon/Draco or the Malfoys. Please tell me if they are.
*Oh, and I don't have a beta. I also don't know how beta-ing works, so...
Yeah. That's it.
DISCLAIMER: All rights go to Rick Riordan and J. K. Rowling.
"Where is that boy?" Chiron muttered, propped up in his wheelchair on the Big House porch. As if on cue, the pale blonde boy rushed in, hands grimy with grease and a dark red sketchbook tucked under his arm.
"Sorry Chiron," He said, a bit out-of-breath. "I was helping Beckendorf with some designs." His stormy grey eyes then looked at Chiron worriedly. "Do we have any news on Annabeth?"
Chiron shook his head and sighed. "I am sorry. But this topic is beside the point. You-"
"'Beside the point?'" The boy half-muttered, half yelled. "It's Annabeth. She's gotten herself into trouble with Luke again."
"Leonardo." Chiron stopped the other's rambling with a glare.
"It's Leon," The boy snapped.
"Leon," Chiron corrected himself, "This is about a different matter. What do you know about wizards?"
Leon snorted. "They're not real."
Chiron frowned, and then wheeled himself into the Big House, Leon following close behind. Chiron stopped by the world map. "The largest magical population is in England," He pointed to the map with a spare pen, "and it is causing turmoil with us because a dark wizard, Voldemort, is causing imbalance and is close to finding our civilization. He has also been causing Hades some paperwork, since he is appearing to rise from the dead. Again."
Chiron then peered at Leon curiously. "You're taking this quite well."
Leon shrugged almost tiredly. "We're demigods," His hand subconsously trailed up to his dagger, which was strapped to his arm. "Nothing scares us anymore."
Chiron glanced at Leon again before turning back to the map. "At age eleven, a young witch or wizard will receive an owl as a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Chiron then gave his full attention on Leon. "Draco Malfoy, the heir of the full-blooded wizards -pureblood, in their terms- went missing years ago. He would have been around your age."
"Wait," Leon jumped in, "What does this have to do with me?"
Chiron's expression was grave. "You are to replace him and claim to be the Malfoy heir."
The thought settled in after a moment. "Wait- you want me to keep check of this 'magical imbalance'-?"
"Yes."
"Go to this school of magicians- I'm assuming that Hecate will grant me powers, since I don't have any-"
"Yes."
"And all this while we are in the middle of the war?" He exclaimed. Leon frowned and protested, "Chiron, this camp needs every soldier it can provide. also, I am head counseler while Annabeth's gone."
"Can't Malcolm fill in for you while you are gone?" Chiron inquired.
Leon shook his head. "No. Annabeth and I talked, and..." He hesitated, "We agreed that he is too young."
"He is only months younger than you."
"Maturely." Leon stated.
Chiron frowned. "Leon," Chiron started, "This magical imbalance might lead to more trouble than you can imagine. The world is at stake, not just the Western Civilization. Countless of other groups will fall, if this problem goes unnoticed."
"'Countless other groups'?" Leon questioned. "Other groups like us? Egyptian magic, Norse-"
"Leon, you need to do this," Grey determind eyes met a tired brown.
Leon frowned. "I'll- I'll think about it."
Before Chiron could object, Leon was already out.
"So Chiron wants you to go to a school full of magicians that don't even know the true form of magic?" Luna asked, swinging her legs of the dock's edge.
Leon glanced at one of his best friends, Luna, who was a daughter of Apollo. Before she was claimed, Draco had thought that she was a child of Athena. She was also one of the best strategists the camp could offer.
When Leon asked her how she was a good strategist after a Capture-the-Flag game, she just had shrugged and replied, "Foresight, Leon."
He had just shook his head.
"Yeah," He replied to Luna's question, pacing on the wooden dock barefoot. "I'm needed here. I can't go. Who knows how long I'll be gone?"
Luna dipped her toe in the water. "Maybe you should go."
Leon looked as if he'd been slapped in the face. "What?"
Luna stared at the water, not letting her eyes off her rippling reflection. "You should go," Her quiet voice said more clearly.
Leon stayed silent and merely tossed a stone into the lake.
The younger girl spoke, "You'll never know what threat there is out there until you search for it. Or see it, or whatever." She shrugged, and dipped her toe in the water again. This time, a naiad nipped her toe and hissed. Luna jerked her feet off the dock edge and crossed her legs. "See?"
Leon sighed and tossed another rock. "But Luna," He whined, "I'd be going to Britain! I can't even speak in a good British accent!"
Luna sent a half-smile his way, specks of sadness and relief in her eyes, and nudged him gently. "Then practice, Leon."
They stayed quiet for a few moments, embracing the comforting silence. "It's Draco Malfoy." He sent a half-hearted smile her way before standing up.
She glanced sadly at her friend, who placed his shoes back on. "Just make sure you IM me, okay Draco?"
He smiled at her. "Of course, Luna. But I'll be back before you know it."
Luna watched Draco sprint towards the Big House.
Chiron hid a smile when he heard the door slam and short puffs.
"I'll do it."
Should I continue? :)
Thanks for reading!