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A warm breeze blew softly on the ocean. The bright sun sent hot, scorching rays from its depths. The ocean's waves lapped playfully around two people, who were enjoying the cool waves.
"Just a few more years, no?" Percy Jackson asked Annabeth Chase, putting an arm around her shoulders. The two had been sun-tanning, or that's what Percy had said. To be truthful, Percy had been spraying Annabeth with sea water for the last couple of hours, achieving constant mutters of 'Seaweed Brain'.
Annabeth rested her head on Percy's shoulder. She glanced up at the bright sun. "I have to go, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said. "Promise you won't do stupid stuff while I'm gone, okay?". Percy put on his best pouting face. "Do you have to?" He asked, grinning. "You're already twenty years old, Seaweed Brain! Don't tell me you're going to cry when I'm gone!" Annabeth smiled. Percy sprayed a handful of seawater, making Annabeth's blonde hair dripping wet.
"Okay, I seriously have to go now for the architecture," Annabeth's serious grey eyes radiated with excitement. "Don't get yourself killed, alright?". "If you don't," Percy grinned. He pecked Annabeth's cheek lightly. "See you after a few months," Percy sighed. He watched as Annabeth walked away, a small rucksack on her back. She waved at him, and dissapeared behind a small hill.
Percy sighed, and decided to have a dip in the ocean. He was a second away from putting his toe in the soothing water, when Rachel Dare came striding up to him. "Hi Percy!" She cried, hugging him tightly. "Hey, Rachel," Percy smiled, "What are you doing here out of your cave?". "Chiron wants to see you—privately." She shrugged. "Don't know what that's about.". "I'll be right there," Percy yawned. "Hope it isn't another quest.".
Rachel smiled widely and ran off back to her cave.
Percy put on his orange camp T-shirt back on and slowly got up and walked towards the Big House, taking his time. He knocked on the door of the Big House. He could hear a sound of clattering hoofsteps. "Ah, Percy," Chiron opened the door and smiled at him, but Percy could see worry in his ancient eyes, "Come in.". Percy walked into the House.
"Percy, I know you've just parted with Annabeth because of her architecture, and you also want to relax without any Wars, but this is important. I have been contacted by an old Friend, by the name of Albus Dumbledore-" Chiron was cut short by a loud snort coming from Percy. "Ah, Sorry, go on" Percy said.
"Anyways, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts-" Chiron was cut off again by Percy falling in a fit of laughter. "H-Hog Warts?" Percy choked, unable to control himself. "That sounds like a pig's skin disease!". "Percy, you're twenty years old! Control yourself, young hero!" Chiron sighed.
"So, this Hogwarts is a school of—a school of magic-" Chiron was interrupted again by Percy. "Magic? What do you mean, magic? Like, like... Hazel?" Percy asked, curiously. "Yes and no, Percy," Chiron sighed, "this school teaches wizards, as Camp Half-Blood teaches Demigods.".
"I- still don't get it." Percy groaned. "Are they related to Hecate or something?" "Or something, Percy? Hecate blessed certain humans years ago to do magic. Of course, now they have forgotten all about the true person who have them magic, they only think of us as myths." Chiron said. "Then what has this got to do with me?" Percy asked, though he thought he knew the answer.
"This year, Percy, at Hogwarts, Albus has asked me for you to be the school'd Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. An evil wizard called Voldemort has already been defeated, but danger stirs in the school's depths, containing both Greek magic and the Wizard's magic. You have been chosen to help the students defend themselves—they cannot use much magic against our monsters, Percy. Only this year—are you ready?" Chiron's voice filled Percy's head. "Well, I still don't really get it, but okay.".
"Good. First, you'll need a wand— Hecate has designed this for you." Chiron pulled out a wooden stick, and handed it to Percy. "Oak, hard and strong, flexible, contains a single Water Pheonix's Feather.". "A Water Pheonix? Never mind, forget I asked." Percy said as he took the wand.
"And... how am I supposed to do magic?".
"Demigods contain more magic then any wizard contains," Chiron said. "It's just that Demigods don't practice any magic. Besides, you are to teach them to defend themselves from Greek monsters, and they know most magic spells. It might just be better to teach them sword skills—you might be surprised, as they lack tons of physical exercise.". "Okay. I Guess." Percy sighed.
"Good—go pack your bag and you're off to Britain.".