A/N: Sorry this is short and I haven't updated in a while, but I've been busy. It's VACAY this week so I might be able to update my stories more. As always, these characters don't belong to me, they belong to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling. (although Rick is a character abuser. I'd like to adopt...)

Headmaster Weasly's POV

I wasn't exactly sure what I was expecting when Chiron warned me of the arrival of some 'special' students. I certainly wasn't expecting two bedraggled adults who came in from the rain perfectly dry. I was up in my office, filing papers… Ugh! Even with magic it was terribly boring. A student, 3rd year, I think, came barreling up the stairs and in my door screaming "MUGGLE ALERT!" over and over.

"Hush, child. They aren't muggles. One of the centaurs led them here, darling. If you would, please bring them up." As she ran off, I couldn't help but sigh. I set out a mat so that they could dry their feet off, as it was pouring buckets outside. However, I didn't need to have bothered. They were both perfectly dry. "Did you use a drying spell? I wouldn't think that you would know any, quite advanced spells…"

"Uhm, what?" the male asked, with complete ignorance. "I do-" He was cut off by the girl, who corrected him.

"No, we didn't use a drying spell. We are half-bloods of a different kind. We are half Greek god. In our world, there is a pit called Tartarus, where all the evil souls go after death. However, Tartarus can't always keep the souls down, and right now, your Voldemort is crawling back up.

"Uhm…" I was sure I had heard wrong. I mean, I knew of the Gods and how the Wizarding World actually started, and yeah, I knew about Tartarus. All the Headmasters were required to in case a situation like this was to arise. I just didn't ever expect it to happen.

"Yeah, what she said. Old Moldy Court is coming back, bad stuff, yadda yadda." The male repeated. He had the maturity of a 1st year, for crying out loud. He also called You-Know-Who moldy court or something… It didn't seem right, so I had to call Harry. I mean, he was an Auror, he would know how to deal with such a situation. I gathered my composure. I would worry Harry too much if I freaked.

"Excuse me, if you will. I have to call a Ministry Official." I tried to keep calm as I turned around, picking up my wand as I walked to the window. I raised my wand, concentrated, and whispered "Loquere ad Harry". I was a little out of practice with the spell, as I only needed to contact Harry in the day through owls and such, when it wasn't important.

Harry's face appeared in front of me, silhouetted on the window. "What is it, Gin? I was on lunch break!"

"We have a small problem…" I tried to downplay it, mostly unsuccessful.

"By the way you're talking, I'm pretty sure it's not a small problem, and because there are two 20-something-year-olds behind you, I'm guessing something is happening in the Underworld." Holy sh** Harry was good at guessing. Before I could reply, the female (thank god) spoke up.

"Yes sir. I'm assuming you are one of the people Chiron wanted us to find? Voldemort is crawling up from Tartarus, and we need to kill him again. I took a liking to this girl immediately, despite her stereotypical cute American exterior.

"I'm Percy Jackson," the male piped up, for once saying something useful. "and my lovely girl is Annabeth Chase…" He sounded strangely unsure of her last name, for someone who claims to be her boyfriend.

"Actually, I'd like my name to be Annabeth Jackson."

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