A/N: This story has been playing around in my head for a while, I hope you like it! This is just the prologue, so tell me if you're intrigued in a review! Review and share the love ;)
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The Headmaster's office was full of murmurs. Past Headmasters and Headmistresses were talking quietly while Albus Dumbledore was seated at the desk, quill, ink and parchment out. He was halfway through writing his letter to Sirius Black when the portraits were suddenly quiet. Alarmed and suspicious, Dumbledore looked up in shock. The portraits appeared to be frozen. Actually, everything apart from himself appeared to be frozen. He didn't have much time to think on it, for only a split second later a woman appeared.
Dumbledore pointed his wand at the woman. She was dressed in a black hooded robe with a goat-skin draped over her shoulders, and she appeared to be wearing armour underneath.
"Is that any way to treat the Queen of the Gods?" she asked, one dark eyebrow raised.
Dumbledore was quiet, and thinking. He didn't know who this woman was, but she seemed powerful judging by her ability to freeze time itself. Dumbledore didn't want to risk alienating her in case she had decided to join the cause.
"The world is at war," she told him, slightly condescendingly. "The Titans are stirring. My father is awakening. We require a wizard."
Dumbledore frowned. From what he knew, and the woman had said, he gathered this woman to be Hera.
"Then you are Hera?" he asked.
"Close," said the woman. "I am Juno, Roman instead of Greek."
"How can this be?" asked Dumbledore. "With all the witches and wizards of all of time, how can we not have discovered this?"
"Some of you have, and the Mist had fixed that problem. But some of you belong to both worlds, and know to keep their mouths shut or are simply unaware of their heritage. Like you, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You are a child of Athena."
Dumbledore ignored that piece of shocking and personal news, and instead asked a question.
"If you are a goddess, why do you not step into the war?"
Juno looked miffed. "We are unable to interfere directly with our mortal children, it is one of the Ancient Laws. But that is unimportant. I came here only to tell you to look out for Percy Jackson. He is crucial to this war... as illegitimate as he may be."
She muttered the last bit, and Dumbledore realised that she had said it to herself.
"I don't know anyone named Percy Jackson," Dumbledore told her.
"Yet," replied Juno, before disappearing, leaving no trace of her ever being there.
Many floors below, there was a loud crash, as a 14 year old boy with dark messy hair and green eyes crashed onto the middle of Gryffindor table.
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