The Magic Of The Sea

by HReynaB

Years after an accident left Percy stranded in a new world, Magic itself seems to guide him into the life of a young hero in the making, to protect, to guide, and to keep on the path of what is right. Raising a child, dealing with the world of magic, and dealing with the problems of a stagnant and ignorant England is more than enough to leave anyone stressed.

1. Prologue

The Magic of the Seas

Book 1

Okay so disclaimer! I don't own the amazingness that is Percy Jackson, nor Harry Potter!

Also, this idea / book thing is adopted from Yukann, and the one shot Filium Meum.

The one shot is below, in it's full (and slightly edited by muah, not much though) glory! As such, I don't own what is below either, it's not mine, it is Yukann's!

Haza, thank you for looking, and if you're like me, ignoring whatever important work you have to instead read fanfiction!

When Percy stumbles across a baby lain carelessly on the doorstep, he couldn't resist the urge to pick him up, cradle him to his chest, crumpled letter and all. As the son of Poseidon looked into the child's green eyes, he swore that come hell or whatever that seemed to cling to the child, Percy would die before anyone harmed a hair on his head.

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It had been a long day, month, year, when Percy had stumbled upon the little child. His life, Percy presumed darkly, was probably some form of entertainment to the people upstairs (the Fates), and that was why he was in his current predicament. An accidental spell gone wrong courtesy of Lou Ellen and BAM! Percy gets transported through whatever and landed on his pitiful ass in the middle of Kansas - literally. Attempts to contact his family failed, and when he'd slogged up enough money to travel back to Manhattan to find his mum, all he'd discovered was nothing. Nada. Zilch. There wasn't a trace of his mum anywhere in Manhattan, nor Long Island. In fact, any trace of the half-bloods was gone. There was no indication to their existence.

Desperate, he'd tried sensing the Mist and manipulating it. Instead, Percy had touched upon something deep inside of him he had never felt before and accidentally caused an explosion right in the middle of Long Island, resulting in a blackened face and frizzled up hair. It took him a few more months to be able to scrounge up enough information from shady dealings and some really really old books to find out that magic was real and that was what he had. Magic. His life was officially one messed up pile of screw up.

Considering he was in another world entirely (and woah, he'd just kind of confirmed the Multiverse theory, sorta, maybe), Percy didn't have any legal documents or some such and had thus gone and sold a few Drachmas he always kept on his person for emergencies for money. Considering that drachmas were made of pure gold (Olympian gold, but close enough), and the fact that he never went anywhere anymore without at least a hundred (bribery came in handy sometimes), Percy probably didn't need to work for quite a few years if he saved.

So it was another three years later when Percy felt a disturbance in the Magic. Such a large disturbance had never happened before, even when the son of Poseidon had realized that he was a lot more sensitive to Magic than most wizards, all Percy had felt so far were small pinpricks that allowed him to sense where magic existed. What was worrying was the fact that the disruption reeked of Dark, Evil magic. He had lived here for going on five years already and at the prime age of twenty-three, this was the first time Percy had tasted something so inherently wrong in his life, Kronos notwithstanding. Considering that Americans were mostly neutral and didn't give two shits about whether one was 'dark' or 'light', that was saying something.

In those three years following his discovery, Percy had trained hard in the art of magic, mastering several subjects like Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, and surprisingly, the dark arts. Maybe it had to do with his heritage, but Percy literally excelled in both DADA and dark magic; transfiguration and potions coming a close second. Herbology wasn't very interesting, same with astrology, arithmancy, and divination. Care of magical creatures and runes were his next to favourites as part of the runes were greek runes, and while he was mediocre with charms, spells that had to do with water came easily to him.

History of the magical world was fascinating as the Greek Mythology, though due to his dyslexia, it took him quite a while to finish the many, many, books on the past happenings of the world. Currently in Britain, as Percy was horrified to read, had an ongoing war between the 'light' and 'dark' side, and each using those magic respectively.'light magic', as defined by the British, was supposed to be 'good' and 'dark magic' was evil. A load of shit if used asked Percy.

To the son of Poseidon, magic was just a weapon, and everything depended on the used. He'd learned that the hard magic was a tad more addictive and harmful in Percy's opinion. As someone who had learnt both dark and light magic extensively, Percy really wondered what in Hades' name the British were teaching their children. He resolved to find that out as well when he headed over there to investigate (and no matter what anyone said, it was purely to ensure that the war wasn't going to drag on into America, not for curiosity's sake)

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Percy was packed and ready to go within the hour of his decision. The plane ride took a few hours, passed with Percy napping to conserve energy so that he wouldn't be totally wiped out when he reached England.