Hi! I'm Kayla aka AndforonceIdidntlookback and this is my first fanfiction. I've been obsessed with Harry Potter since I was about 5, Percy Jackson since I was 11. And every since I was 12, I've been into their crossover stories. It seems like I've read them all, so I decided why not write my own? I always have a lot of ideas so I'm putting them to use. I'm going to try to be as noncliche as I possibly can, even though these ideas and concepts have been used several times, I'm going to put my own twist on it! This is set during Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and right before The Hidden Oracle. This does (obviously) change the timeline of Harry Potter, but I'm acknowledging that before I get dragged for it. I just don't want to do the whole "descendants of Hectate" blah, blah, blah, "we're sending you back in time" stuff. Sorry, I just want to do this differently with my own twist. And let's just keep in mind I am not the geniuses that are Rick Riordan and JK Rowling. I hope you like it.

-Kayla

Percy

When Percy woke up in the morning, he wasn't expecting to receive a quest. Especially not so soon after Gaea had been defeated. And certainly not with Nico, who'd finally stopped acting awkward around him after a rather shocking confession (he suspected a certain son of Apollo had something to do with that). But here he was, sitting at the ping pong table in the Big House, with Chiron telling them that wizards exist and they being sent to a school of magic- with a weird name, too- to protect some kid. Oh and let's not go preventing his godfathers', a wanted murder, death. Not only was he not expecting it, he didn't want to do it. And that's exactly what he told Chiron.

"No," the son of Poseidon said after Chiron finished. "I'm not doing it.

Normally, Percy would never disrespect his mentor, not only because of how much the centaur had taught him over the years, but also out of respect. But he'd had enough. After years of fighting for gods and making his mother empty promises of coming back soon, he was finally in a position to keep those promises. Now he was just supposed to break another promise to her?

No one said being a demigod was easy for good reason, Percy thought to himself.

"Percy," the old centaur sighed. "This is not just any quest. This was issued by the Fates themselves."

Well, Percy thought, didn't see that coming. You'd think after years of being directly involved in the literal makings of Greek "mythology", I'd be used to this. But If the Fates were getting involved, then this had to be a big deal. They've never gotten involved in any of his quest before. Except for that time before he got to camp, but they hadn't really been involved. Still, for the most part, the Fates weren't seen and were usually somewhere snipping their stupid yarn, coming up with more ways to screw up his life.

"The Fates?" Nico, who'd been silent up until now with his motorcycle boot clad feet kicked up on the ping pong table, asked. "What's so important about this quest that the Fates are involved? They've never issued a quest before."

"He's got a point there," Percy mumbled. "Why does he always have to have a point."

Chiron sighed and placed his hands on the ping pong table. Though he looked the same as he did when Percy first met him, an old tweed jacket over a white button up and sitting in a wheelchair to conceal his white stallion bottom half, it was times like this he remembered how old Chiron actually was. The old centaur looked tired and worn.

"Which is why I'm sure you realize the importance of this quest," Chiron said. "Lord Zeus has decreed that you two are to be sent, at the request of the Fates. And even in my old age, I am not yet foolish enough to question the will of the Fates."

At that, Percy and Nico were silent, though they did turn to each other, the look in their eyes clear: I'll go if you go.

When neither boy objected, verbally or physically, they both turned back to Chiron.

"How long would we have to be there?" Percy asked. He didn't like the idea of being away from his family, his mother, Paul, and he had a sneaking suspicion his mother was pregnant. He'd given his mother anxiety last time he was more than an Iris Message away. Not to mention he didn't want to be away from Annabeth for very long. Even if she was in *Boston. And he had a feeling Nico wouldn't be too happy to be away from Will Solace that long. Even if the boy only claimed Will was his "doctor", doctors don't make out with their patients, unless he'd missed some memo while he was away.

"Well it is a school," Chiron said. "But I believe it will take a few months at the most." Percy nodded at this.

"We're not wizards," Nico said. "How are we supposed to use a wand or even do magic?"

"You are demigods, and that, besides the power of the gods, is the most powerful magic of all. Wizards are only descendants of a group of humans taught by Circe, before she had her hatred of men."

Percy scowled at her name, remembering his brief stint as a guinea pig.

"Where is this school anyway?" He asked, trying to get his mind off Circe.

"Scotland," Chiron replied.

Percy nodded. He seriously doubted there'd be a *school of wizards and witches in America and he hadn't run into them. He wasn't that lucky.

He and Nico exchanged another look and turned back to Chiron once again.

"We'll do it," Percy said.

"Considering you had no say in the matter to begin with, this is wise."

"But," Nico began, "we want to know why this kid and his godfather are so important, that the Three Fates themselves issued a quest."

Chiron looked at the both of the young demigods, whose arms were folded across their chest in defiance. Determined to know why this was so important, that they had to be sent weeks following a literal war.

"It began one night on July 31st," the old centaur began, settling himself comfortably in his magic wheelchair and told the two demigod children of Poseidon and Hades, the story of a young boy called Harry Potter; The Boy Who Lived.

*Consider that my nod to why Annabeth isn't going with Percy instead and to Magnus Chase, all wrapped up in one.

*A nod to Ilvermorny

Sorry it's so short! Just the first chapter as I'm just now getting the hang of this, so forgive me. I promise I'll make them longer in the future. It's 9:45 p.m. where I am and even though it's early, I'm kind of sleepy and I have insomnia, so I'm going to take advantage of this. So, goodnight or good morning, where you are.

Do mind if I ask you guys questions (if anyone ever read this) at the end of each chapter? Or at least try to.

Question 1: What time is it wherever you are?

-Kayla