Title:The Wizard Thief

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HP. Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling do, respectively.

Series: The Hogwarts Chronicles

Summary: As Percy gets kicked out of yet another school, he is faced with a rather peculiar dillema. His mom has to send Percy away to live with his aunt and uncle in England and attend school with his cousin. But then he finds out that he's also a wizard in addition to being a demigod... As if that wasn't hard enough. Book 1 of the Hogwarts Chronicles.

The Wizard Thief

Chapter One

Percy sighed as he packed the last of his stuff into his suitcase.

"Percy come on! You're gonna be late!"

"Alright, alright I'm coming," he laughed.

They quickly got all Percy's stuff into the car and sped off to the airport.

His mom was sending Percy to England to live with his Aunt Petunia, who was his mother's sister.

All the boarding schools in America that they applied to quickly denied Percy for that year because of his track record, so they tried the school in Petunia's area and Percy was accepted fairly quickly.

The rest of the ride was a blur to Percy as he was lost in thought. He could come back and was already signed up to go to Camp Half Blood that summer.

As they pulled up to JFK, his mom quickly parked the car and they made the small trek from the parking garage to the terminal.

"Ohh," Sally cooed as she looked at Percy lovingly. "My little boy is all grown up and traveling the world on his own."

"Mom," he groaned but hugged her anyway, secretly loving her affectionate ways.

"Remember, don't forget to Iris Message me when you get there," Sally said as she looked Percy dead in the eyes. "And-"

"I know, I know. Don't get myself into fights, behave, and make sure to pray my thanks to Big Z for letting me fly, yada yada," he waved off as the sky rumbled threateningly.

"Oh I'm sorry, I meant Uncle Zeus," he rolled his eyes and apparently that was good enough for the lord of the skies as the thunder had stopped.

"I love you Mom," Percy's voice cracked as he gave his mom a bone-crushing hug.

"I love you too baby," she cried as she embraced her son.

Not long after, Percy was boarding the plane and was off to the land of the Brits.

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Percy grabbed his suitcase and was searching the crowd when an overweight kid, about his age approached him.

"Oi! You Percy?" the kid asked.

"Yeah."

"I'm Dudley. We've been waiting for an hour and a half! Come on, Yank," the kid turned around and didn't even bother to see if Percy was following.

Percy sighed as he followed the fat kid, Dudley out. This was going to be a long school year.

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Percy stared out the window at the strange city of London.

In some ways the city was weirder than New York. For example, there were a bunch of weirdly dressed people who had long, dark robes like some obsessive cult, that were all over the place.

Another was all the owls flying around, making him feel as though he were being stalked by Athena.

"So, Percy... How's your mom been doing?" Petunia decided to break the ice.

"She's been doing good," he replied. "Mom's started doing night classes, so she that can finally start her writing career."

"Yes, I heard that she's dabbling in sculpture now," Petunia raised her brow.

"Yeah, it was a one time thing to get the funds to start her writing career," Percy smiled.

"Ah, I see."

The rest of the car ride was spent in relative silence as no one knew what to talk about.

As they pulled up to Privet Drive and into the Dursley's driveway, Percy sighed in relief that his trip was finally done.

As he stepped through the doorway, he shivered involuntarily as he felt like he passed through protective wards.

"So your room is upstairs," Aunt Petunia smiled at Percy.

"You'll be sharing with Harry, ok?" her smile strained a bit at the mention of her other nephew.

"Potter!" Vernon roared. "Come help your cousin with his things!"

"Ok," Percy told her wondering who Harry was. Hopefully he wasn't rude like Dudley or Uncle Vernon.

A raven-haired boy hurried down the stairs and stared at the ground quickly taking one of Percy's suitcases and tried to take the other, but Percy quickly denied.

"It's fine you don't have to-" Percy started as the boy just turned and headed up the stairs.

Percy raised a brow, but followed the boy into a small room with two twin sized beds on opposite ends of the room with ten feet apart from each other and toys stacked on one end of the room.

There was a small closet and a tiny writing desk by the window.

The boy set his things by one of the beds and Percy quickly followed suit.

The boy finally turned and Percy's breath caught.

He looked much like Percy, except his hair was a lot more dishelved and the boy's eyes were more green. The boy was also very skinny and shorter than Percy, while Percy was a little more muscular than him and taller.

The boy's eyes had widened as he too saw the similarities between them.

"You look like me!" they both exclaimed as they grinned.

"I'm Percy Jackson," Percy smiled as held out his hand.

The boy quickly took it and introduced himself, "Harry, Harry Potter."

Percy raised a brow at this, "So you're not Dudley's brother?"

"Bloody hell! No!" Harry snorted as Percy was very confused.

"They're my related to me through Aunt Petunia. My parents had died in a car accident when I was little," Harry said while Percy mumbled an apology.

"It's fine, I don't really remember it," Harry smiled. "But that's how I got this scar," he pulled his hair back revealing his lightning shaped scar, while Percy who was pretty interested in it, was thinking that it was a pretty weird coincidence that it was a lightning bolt of all things.

2 Hours Later

Harry guffawed as Percy finished telling him about himself and how he had gotten kicked out of every school he was in.

"-and you accidently blew up the school bus?" Harry laughed.

"I swear! All I did was touch the cannon!" Percy smiled putting his hands up.

"It's not my fault that it happened to be pointing at the school bus!"

"Bloody hell Percy," Harry laughed as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"You make my life seem tame," Harry smiled.

"Ok, onto a more serious note Harry," Percy said as he quickly became serious.

"How's Aunt Petunia's cooking?"

Harry smiled as he looked Percy in the eyes, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Ughhh, please just tell me," Percy pleaded with the raven-haired boy.

"Don't worry, the worst that could happen is that you might like it," Harry grinned evily as Percy sighed in relief.

Boy was Harry in for a suprise...

Before they knew it, it was dinnertime and they were seated at the Dursley's dinner table.

Aunt Petunia had cooked up a fancy dinner consisting of a small turkey with gravy, mashed potatoes, and a blueberry pie.

Harry was dumbfounded for Aunt Petunia had actually let him sit at the table and eat the main meal, instead of disgusting week old leftovers.

Percy stared at his plate at the mouthwatering meal before him.

It smelled good... It even looked good... But the question was whether or not it tasted good...

He carefully lifted a piece of turkey to his mouth and moaned when he bit into it.

"This is really good Aunt Petunia," he said after swallowing.

"Don't tell my mom but it might even be better than her turkey and that's saying something," Percy said.

"Who do you think taught your mother how to cook?" Petunia laughed while blushing from all the compliments she got from Percy.

Harry ate and smiled as he got to eat good food for once. As he finished his food, he reached for the mashed potatoes for seconds, but stopped from a single look from Uncle Vernon.

Percy raised a brow, but didn't say anything.

After dessert Percy bade his Aunt and Uncle goodnight and went upstairs with Harry.

As soon as the door was closed Percy turned on Harry.

"Ok what the Hades was that?" Percy whispered to his cousin.

Harry sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed with Percy sitting next to him, "That was Uncle Vernon warning me not to overstep my boundaries."

"Wha-" Percy started, but stopped as Harry put up a hand.

"Honestly Perce, this is the best I've ever been treated by the Dursley's. Up until you came, I had been sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs."

"But there's two bedrooms up here... What did they use this one for?" Percy asked.

"This used to be one of Dudley's rooms. He just stored all his toys and things that he didn't want in here. Truthfully, they put me up here so that you wouldn't go tell your mum that they're terrible people."

Percy shook his head at all this new info, "And what about what happened at dinner?"

"Actually before you came I was just happy to have one meal a day. And it was measly at best," Harry sighed.

"I'll talk to my mom about this, but what do you think about coming to America to live with us?"

"I dunno," Harry said turning away. "I wouldn't want to be a bother to you and your mum Percy."

"That's a load of Minotaur crap," Percy said, "and you know it. You won't be a bother to us. I mean you're my cousin for Zeus' sake. Mom would be happy to take you in."

Harry smiled, "Then I would be fine with it I guess... I've been meaning to ask you, what's with all the references to Greek mythology?"

"My dad is Greek, so Mom had me growing up listening to Greek myths instead of your normal bedtime stories. Which is actually the reason for my name, Perseus. She named me that, because he was the only hero who got a happy ending in Greek mythology, so she was hoping that by naming me Perseus, I would get some of his luck and have a happy ending too."

"Wow, that's pretty cool" Harry yawned.

"Well we should probably hit the hay," Percy yawned as well. "It is pretty late."

"... Hit the hay?" Harry wondered as Percy blinked in confusion before realizing what the problem was.

"Oh that's right you're a Brit," he teased, "Hit the hay is slang for going to bed."

"Oh okay," Harry replied before crying out in indignation.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Y-You Yank!" Harry cried out.

Percy laughed saying, "Thanks, that's a compliment."

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Percy stared at the letters that were addressed to him and Harry.

Mr. H. Potter

The Second Floor Bedroom

The Bed on the Left

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

and

Mr. P. Jackson

The Second Floor Bedroom

The Bed on the Right

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Both letters were from some school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Percy handed Harry his and they both opened them and scanned the letter.

Percy held back a laugh as he read through the letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Jackson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

He laughed as he told Harry, "Ok Harry, that was a great prank. It's over now."

Percy stopped halfway through his laugh as he turned towards Harry who was just as clueless about what was happening.

"I assure you, Mr. Jackson, that this is no laughing matter," a voice behind him said.

Without even thinking, he turned around whipping Riptide around and putting it under the person's neck.

"Put the sword down Mr. Jackson," the old man laughed.

The man was extremely old and was wearing some weird type of bathrobe.

"My, my I have not seen a weapon of this caliber in many years," the old man sighed.

"Where did you pull that out from?" Harry questioned the demigod as said demigod ignored him.

"Who are you?" Percy snarled as Harry backed away quickly from the both of them.

"My friend I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts," the old man smiled as he suddenly disappeared causing Harry to faint.

Dumbledore reappeared in the kitchen with a stick in his hand with a loud crack.

"I'm not in the mood for games old man," Percy spat at Dumbledore.

"I assure you, Mr. Jackson that I am not playing games," he said dramatically.

"Maybe an old friend can help reassure you that I am not your enemy Mr. Jackson," Dumbledore said dramatically with a twinkle in his eyes and a wave of his wand a rainbow appeared.

"Well I appear to be fresh out of drachmas Mr. Jackson, so if you would," he gestured at the rainbow, water still coming out of the stick, making a mist.

Percy narrowed his eyes but dug in his pocket anyway and tossed it in the rainbow more out of curiosity than anything else chanting, "O Iris goddess of the rainbow. Please accept my offering."

"Show me Chiron trainer of heroes," the man cried.

Percy raised a brow keeping Riptide in front of him.

The rainbow shifted to show Chiron reading a book that Percy knew was popular among many women and teenage girls. The letters spelling out Fifty Shades of Greyglimmered on the cover.

Percy cleared his throat and Chiron quickly put the book down hiding it in the folds of his blanket in his fake wheelchair.

"Oh young Percy," Chiron greeted him. "I was just reading a delightful book about a new type of architecture that we might be able to use here at camp."

Percy raised an eyebrow, both impressed and scared at the swiftness that Chiron presented with his lying. Who knew Chiron was a sucker for romance novels?

"Anyway I'm sure that's not what you were interested in..." Chiron chuckled nervously.

"So how can I help you Percy?" he asked as Dumbledore stepped into sight.

"Oh I see you've met my old friend Dumbledore."

"Wait so he's not lying about the whole magic school thing?" Percy asked.

"I'm afraid not Mr. Jackson," Dumbledore said.

"I think we broke him old friend," Chiron smiled as Percy just opened and closed his mouth repeatedly.

"Yes, we have," Dumbledore chuckled quickly switching into Latin.

"Still reading those romance novels I see," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

"Yes," Chiron hung his head.

"Maybe we should meet up so we can hook up again. It's been a while since I've felt that horse cock up my arse," Dumbledore whispered not realizing he switched back into English.

"What?" Percy said gagging.

"What?" Chiron and Dumbledore said playing dumb.

"Oh, I thought you said-"

"You really should get some rest Percy. You're already imagining things" Chiron said getting out of his chair.

"Well goodbye old friend," Dumbledore said swiping a hand through the mist cutting off the connection.

Dumbledore then spent the next three hours explaining everything to Percy and Harry, who had come to, ten minutes after the Iris message.

Dumbledore had explained Percy's past to Harry and vice versa.

After much questioning Dumbledore had left saying that Hogwart's game-keeper would come to pick them up a week before the term started to help them with their school supplies and they would stay at a place called the Leaky Cauldron for the rest of the week until Hagrid picked them up to take them to King's Cross.

To say that the two were a bit out of their depth was an understatement.

The Dursleys didn't do too well with the news. They had tried to prevent them from going with Hagrid, whe the half giant had pointed an umbrella at Dudley's backside causing a pig tail to sprout from it making Harry and Percy burst with laughter.

They had left with Hagrid with Aunt Petunia about to have a heart attack and Uncle Vernon cursing up a storm that would rival one of Zeus' caliber.

"And this is the Leaky Cauldron," Hagrid beamed as they had stopped in front of a run down pub.

They entered and were greeted with the sight of witches and wizards in different styles of robes.

They had flocked to Harry like flies to a Sunday picnic, begging him to touch them and talk to them.

One wizard even fainted after Harry had given him a handshake. Percy didn't like the guy. He gave off a weird vibe, that Percy found very suspicious.

They finally got through to a blank brick wall.

"Uhhh, Hagrid that's a blank wall," Percy deadpanned.

"Jus watch Percy," the man bellowed as he tapped on several bricks with his umbrella.

The bricks sunk in and folded upon one another, until an archway opened up revealing an alley filled with magical shops that were packed to the brim with witches and wizards.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Diagon Alley!"

A/N- So this was a thing that took me about a week to write, because I had no idea how to start it. Anyway, please review and let me know if you see any spelling errors or grammar issues. That would be greatly appreciated. So thanks for reading and yeah... Bye *waves* *gets swallowed by a wave* *dies* *is unable to update*