Summary: Set after the HoO: BoO and during HP: OotP. After Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore calls upon Chiron for help watching over the Golden Trio, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace, Reyna Avilla Ramirez- Arellano, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, and Leo Valdez are sent to Hogwarts. Will they become friends? Will they become bitter enemies? Will the Seven and their friends succeed on this magical year-long quest?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Rick Riordan, or J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 1 (Percy's POV)
I don't know if you know this, but if you're like me, you probably should know. Whenever something good happens, you better not even think about it, much less say it out loud, because that's making the Fates aware that your life isn't horrible. Which tempts them to make it horrible. So yea… I was sitting at the beach, relaxing with the one and only Annabeth Chase, my beautiful girlfriend, otherwise known as Wise Girl, daughter of Athena (a goddess who is mad scary, just to let you know).
Anyway, Wise Girl and I were sitting at the beach, and we were just staring at the beautiful water in from of us. Being near water calms me down, and being here with my Wise Girl was a bonus. But of course, when I was thinking about how lucky I was that I got through two Great Prophecies, and a million little ones, the Fates just had to ruin my day by having Travis Stoll, son of Hermes, run to me, yelling like Medusa was chasing him. And guess what? His news that he brought was worse than someone telling me that Medusa was chasing a friend. His news was that Chiron wanted to see Annabeth and me in the Big House.
I know what you're thinking: How's that bad news? It's just a visit to your mentor and friend!
But that's not entirely true: When Chiron calls for a meeting by sending a camper to notify every cabin counselor instead of calling us himself, it usually means that there's a quest. Can't the gods and Fates give me a break? I'd think that after surviving two Great Prophecies, which is two more than an average demigod survives, and saving Olympus and the Olympians' godly butts (twice; once from my evil grandfather, and another time from my eviler great-grandmother), that I would finally get a break.
But noooooo.
Chiron has to call a meeting.
But of course, Annabeth and I cannot say no; after all, being, well, leaders of camp does tend to get in the way of not listening to the orders from the ultimate supreme millennia-old horseman—I mean Chiron!
So that brings us to where I am now, sitting at the tennis table with a few million campers. Kidding. Only like, fifteen (the Seven, Travis and Connor Stoll, Nico di Angelo, Clarisse La Rue, Will Solace, Katie Gardener, and Lou Ellen). Suddenly, the door slams open, and a feminine voice rings out, "I am here, at last. Bow to me!"
Before I can comprehend who that is, Annabeth has already hurdled into the girl's arms. Oh! Thalia!
"Hi Thalia!" I say, waving from my seat.
"Hey, Sis," Jason says.
"Hello, Huntress of Artemis," Leo shouts, waving his arms like a madman (with a grin on his face that proves he's a madman).
Before everyone can say their hello, Chiron stamps his hoof on the ground, effectively silencing us all.
"Okay, okay. I get that you are all excited to see your friends, but what I need to tell you today is of utmost importance! So if you could save all that welcoming for later, that'd be appreciated," he says. "Okay. I have called you all here to request help for my friend Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"What kind of name is that? Bumblefore?" Leo calls out.
Chiron waits until everyone (by that, I mean only Leo) calms down before continuing, "He's a wizard"
"You want us to help an old man who waves around a stick and wears pointy hats?"
Chiron narrows his eyes, but gives no other response. I can see how this is turning out though. He just wants us to be on a quest. Again. But before I can say anything, Chiron continues, "He wishes for me to send him some help to protect three young teenagers-"
"What are their names?" Leo interrupts again.
"Will you let me finish?!" Chiron exclaims. He huffs and then says, "Their names are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley. They need protection from an evil wizard, who goes by the name Lord Voldemort."
Clarisse, Travis, Leo, and a bunch of other demigods couldn't stifle their laughs, and Clarisse called out, "Who'd call themselves a lord if their name is Mouldy Shorts?"
"VOLE-DEE-MORT! Not Mouldy Shorts, Clarisse!"
"Whatever. Stupid name either way."
"Anyway," Chiron says, looking rather aggravated, "this wizard is trying to find and kill these three young wizards and witch. There is a prophecy about the boy-"
"Again with prophecies?"Annabeth exclaims, "Haven't we had enough?"
"Just please. Listen. The boy is in a prophecy, and Dumbledore fears that Voldemort will try to take the boy and his two friends this year. So I ask you all to help me out. Go to the school that young Harry is staying at, act as exchange students, and ensure that the boy gets through the year."
After a moment of silence, I say, "So you want us to go on a year-long quest this soon after the Giant War? Seriously? C'mon Chiron!"
"Yea! Percy's right!" A bunch of other demigods say.
"Demigods, listen. This boy is in danger of an evil descendent of Hecate. You, especially Percy and Annabeth, know what it's like to be in a prophecy. Just help the boy out. Be friends with him, keep him safe from a wizard who wishes to bring the whole magical community under his rule." Chiron says a bunch of other things that I don't listen to. When he's done, I look around and see that people are deciding whether or not they're going on the quest. Everyone raised their hands except for the Seven, Thalia, and Nico.
"But we require your assistance! Annabeth and Percy, you all know how powerful you are together. You can tilt the odds!" Chiron says, spreading his arms.
"But we've had enough of prophecies, Chiron," Annabeth states, her fierce grey eyes glaring at Chiron.
"And we just got back from recovering after that War. You want us to go on another quest now?" Thalia exclaims.
After about an hour of debating and constant arguing (which I wasn't part of), Thalia finally agrees to go. And then Nico agrees. And then Annabeth agrees. Well, I wasn't going to sit back while Annabeth put herself in danger in a year-long quest, so I agreed as well.
"Alright! Wonderful! You will be going to the school tomorrow, as the term starts tomorrow, obviously."
When will my life ever be normal?
I packed my items: Plenty of ambrosia, a few canteens of nectar (I'll make sure not to feed the wizards this; I don't think Chiron will be very happy with us when we come back to camp saying that we accidentally burned the wizards up by trying to give them nectar), water, some food, bag of drachmas (the wizards might accept this), and just in case, a hundred dollars' worth of mortal money.
"Prep the ship!" Annabeth called.
I was confused, though happy to have another excuse to go the sea. "What ship?"
"You know, the train station's in London." She replied.
"Oh, right." I walked to the beach. There was the "ship," which was the size of a boat. My friends piled the supplies on the back of the boat while I made the riggings and the sails (and chillaxing in the crow's nest). The anchor released, and we waved goodbye to our friends and our faithful camp.
A FEW HOURS LATER
The boat stopped. The anchor anchored and we stepped off onto the rocky beach.
Oh, I know what you all are thinking. How can a boat with so many demigods arrive from Long Island Sound to London in just a few hours? Well, I am Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. I pretty much made the boat go at like 10000000000 miles per hour, or something. Too lazy to do the calculations. Anyway…
"Where now?" I asked.
"Kings Cross Station, in London" I have no idea how to get to London or King's cross, so please fill this in for me.
"What's the platform number again?" Thalia asked.
"9 ¾," Nico said, straight out of the shadows.
"Well, there's platform 9, and there's platform 10." I said. I don't know where platform 9 ¾ is."
"Chiron said something about going through the something between the platforms, but I'm not sure what that is, though" Annabeth said, frustrated.
"Let's see…. What's between the platforms? How about a barrier?" Thalia said.
"Oh right, yeah." Annabeth remembered. "But how do we go through the barrier? It seems pretty solid to me!" She knocked on both sides of the barrier.
Thalia knocked again, but this time at the front. "Still solid." She said.
Suddenly, we were jostled side to side by a group of flaming redheads, a bushy haired girl, and a raven haired boy.
"Oh would you stop that, Ron! Fred, George, no! Ginny, let go of my arm. Stop! Now! Okay, let's head through the barrier. Quietly, make sure no muggles are looking. Percy, go first with Arthur, then Fred and George, follow him. Ron can go through with Harry and Hermione, and then Ginny and I will bring up the rear. Good? Okay, go, Arthur, Percy."
There's another Percy here? Hold on a second—Did someone say Harry, Ron, and Hermione?
"Guys! I think I heard that group of redheads say something about Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They must know the kids that we are supposed to protect! Let's follow them!" By the time Annabeth finished telling the whole group what order to go in, the whole redhead family already entered the barrier, which was pretty cool. Like, they would just run and then BAM they disappeared!
"Perce! Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth called.
"Wha-what?" I said, turning around.
"I said, go through the barrier first!"
"Why me?" I complained. What if the barrier thingy didn't work for me? What if I crashed into it, because I wasn't a wizard?
"You are kind of a leader, so go! I'll go last, to make sure that everyone gets through."
After much jostling, mouth-gaping, and glaring, every demigod in the group has boarded the train. I must say, I was really fascinated. I mean, how did this thing work? Was it Mist? Was it something else? Who cares—it's cool either way!
"We need to find a compartment, guys!" Annabeth orders.
Without waiting for anything, everyone (I mean everyone in our group) pushed forward, looking for an empty compartment (or two. Or three. Or four) to sit in. After a few minutes, only Thalia, Annabeth, Nico and I haven't found a place to sit in yet.
Suddenly, Annabeth exclaims excitedly, "Look! Those are three of the kids from that redhead group! Let's go sit with them and see if we can find which of them is Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger."
As we entered the compartment, the three kids glanced up. Redhead (I don't know their names!) looked back down and continued talking to Scarhead (no better nickname than that), but Bushyhair stared at us.
After staring at us for a good few seconds, she said, "Who are you guys? What year? You don't look like first years, more like seventh years, but then how did I not notice you before? Surely I would've noticed! Tell me your names!" She said all of this really fast, and in one breath. I blinked twice and looked at Annabeth.
"I'm Annabeth Chase, that's Percy Jackson, that's Nico di Angelo, and that's Thalia," Annabeth said, pointing at each of us.
"What's your last name?" Bushyhair asked Thalia.
"None of your business!" Thalia snapped. She has to work on her first impressions.
"Okayyyyyy" Bushyhair said.
"What are your names?" Annabeth asked, trying to figure out who they were and if they knew where Harry Potter was sitting.
"I'm Hermione Granger. Those two are Harry Potter and Ron Weasley," she announced, looking at us as if she expected a response when she said "Harry Potter". But she mustn't have gotten what she wanted, because she said, "Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? The Chosen One? Defeater of Voldemort?"
Luckily, Annabeth saved us when she said, "Oh we know who he is, but he's not as famous in the States as he is here."
"Really? You guys are from the United States of America? What school are you from?"
"We're from Delphi Institute of Magic," Thalia said, using the suggestion that Chiron gave us before leaving. Guess it makes sense, with the whole "Dephi" thing.
"Really?! I never heard of it! Where is it?"
Annabeth looked at us before replying, "We can't really tell you. It's kind of a secret. Our headmaster, you see, doesn't want everyone knowing our location. That's why he sent us, along with some of our friends, to this school. We're exchange students, and we're supposed to get a feel of how things are across the globe."
"Ah… I see… Sorry, have a seat. Anyway, tell me, what do you guys learn in Delphi Institute of Magic? In Hogwarts-"
I didn't mean to, but I laughed out loud pretty loudly, "That's what this school is called? No wonder Chi—I mean, our Headmaster didn't tell us what it was called. I mean, who names a school after a pig's skin problem? Honestly!"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, and said rather loftily, "Hogwarts is the most prestigious school in all of Europe! So much better than Beauxbatons or Durmstrang! It is an honor to be accepted to Hogwarts! Anyway, do tell me, what do you learn in Delphi Institute of Magic? Is it like what we learn in Hogwarts?"
I managed to not laugh this time, but when Annabeth and Hermione began talking about studies in school, I couldn't help but fall asleep.
A/N: So... Tell me what you think! Should I continue? Should I stop?
Question of the Chapter:
What Houses do you think each of the demigods (or just the Seven, Thalia, and Nico) would be sorted into?
See you soon (hopefully)
~myperfectionismyimperfection