CHAPTER 2

PERCY

I mentally thanked Hecate for teaching me absolutely everything about the Wizarding World. Well, actually, Hecate had simply given me a pill, which implanted all the knowledge of the Wizarding World. I tapped the bricks outside of Diagon Alley, and ginned as the wall fell away and revealed Diagon Alley. I stepped in and made my way to Gringotts Bank. I strolled into the big bank and walked up to a goblin. He didn't look up but said, "Key and identity, please."

"Oh, um." I stuck my hand in my pocket, brushing by Riptide before reaching my simple silver key. I pulled it out and placed it on the desk while saying, "Percy Jackson, new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts."

The goblin looked at me with wonder and amazement in his eyes. "My. If it isn't Percy Jackson, flesh and blood. The most powerful man in this entire world, not only a demigod, but a wizard!" The goblin lowered his voice. "Grandson of Voldemort, are you not? There's a reason Hecate chose you, young man." The goblin straightened up. I flashed him a lopsided grin.

"Yes, yes, I've had it explained to me. But, a favor, will you keep this a secret? I don't need the extra drama," I whispered.

The goblin laughed and nodded. He motioned for me to come with him to my bank, or should I say, banks. Not only did I have Voldemort's wealth, but my mother's adoptive family, the Jacksons. Unfortunately, my mother's adoptive family was murder by one of Voldemort's Death Eaters. My mother is a squib, and moved to America at 18, shortly before the Jacksons died, not needing the wizarding money. Combined, the money was enough to last me a lifetime, along with ten other generations. I plucked out all the money I needed for the year and exited Gringotts Bank, not without thanking the goblin and promising to visit soon.

After I made my way back onto the street of Diagon Alley, I went to Ollivander's Wand Shop. It was empty and clean, the new wood creaking under my feet.

"Hello?" I called out.

An old man, old enough to be my grandfather, stepped out of a room that was hidden to the side. A warm smile took his face.

"Well, if it isn't the knew Hogwarts teacher?"

I smiled and shook his hand.

"Yes sir, I was wondering if I could get a wand?"

"Oh, deary. What happened to your other may I ask?" Ollivander wondered.

I told him that I broke it, but in reality, I just did not have one. Ollivander nodded and scurried to the back, where he pulled out a couple boxes. I looked at the neatly stacked wands in little cubbies along the walls. Non of the wands had labels but Ollivander managed to find the ones he was looking for. While he was doing this, I let my mind wander.

Of course, I thought of Annabeth. My Wise Girl. I sighed, and wondered how she was doing. Chiron had assigned me a job several months after the Giant War against Gaea. While I was working here at Hogwarts, Annabeth was getting her college education in New Rome. I missed her so much. The way the sun filtered in her hair, and the way her smile would brighten a room. She and I were plagued though. Haunted by the memories of Tartarus. I used to fall into flashbacks that were quiet severe until three months after the war, when it got better. Sometimes, if there is a trigger that is very strong, I'll go into a flashback, but that is only once or twice a month. Annabeth and I would also have night terrors. Annabeth's PTDS was in the form of spacing out. She would often space out and stare at a wall for hours on end, memories floating in her mind. This was the first time we were separated after getting married. We had gotten married a month after the Giant War and it was the most amazing moment of my life. Thank gods Chiron gave us a year after our wedding before assigning me a job.

I was broken out of my thoughts when Ollivander gently rested the long and slim boxes on the table.

"Why don't you try this wand?" Ollivander selected a box and lifted the lid to reveal a carefully crafted wand. The handle was twisted with dark lines of the wood spiraling up.

"Aspen wood, 9 inches long, and a coral core."

I gripped the wand and flicked my wrist. I winced as I heard a crack and saw that I had broken the wand.

"Ah, well that's okay."

Ollivander carefully took the broken wand and rested it on the counter. He frowned and plucked a box.

He opened the box and inside was another beautifully crafter wand. The handle was covered in carvings of waves. The top part of the wand, smooth and thin.

"This one, is the only one of it's kind. No other wand is quite like it. 10 ½ inches long, made of pine wood, core of mermaid hair of a king. Practically impossible to get mermaid hair, and the fact of one of a king," Ollivander told me.

I nodded and gently took it out of the box and gave the wand a wave. Wind rushed around the wand and I, smelling of the sea. When it died down, Ollivander had an approving look.

"You're quite the wizard, aren't you Mr. Jackson?" Ollivander gave me a knowing smile and rung up my payment. "Don't worry, I'll keep your family heritage a secret."

"Seems to me, everybody already knows my secrets," I tilted my head to the side a bit.

"Only the old will remember," Ollivander sighed. "Now, shoo! You have matters to attend too."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander."

"Any time my boy, any time."

With that, I left the shop. So far, only Ollivander knew. So far, only Ollivander knew I was Voldemort's grandson.

I looked at my watch and saw that I had a couple hours until I had to be at Hogwarts. With my spare time, I went into the Three Broomsticks. I noticed a group of giggling girls in the corner whispering to each other and smiling at me. To be nice, I gave them a smile of my own. I sat at a table and ordered a Butterbeer.

Just because I was a wizard did not mean that I wasn't still a demigod. I am the only currently living wizard-demigod. Voldemort had, had a one-night stand with my grandmother, if that is what you wanted to call it. My grandmother, 9 months later, gave birth to a squib. My mom. My grandmother knew that if Voldemort knew about my mom, he would surely kill my mom and my grandmother. So, my grandmother gave my mom away to a wealthy, but kindhearted family. They didn't care that my mom was a squib and raised her until she was eighteen where she then moved to America to seek safety. My mom's adoptive parents were killed by Death Eaters 3 months after my mom left England. My mom never went back to England and as you can guess, met Poseidon, etc.

I looked at my watch after I finished my Butterbeer. Shoot! I'm going to be late! I thought. I quickly left some wizarding money on the table and bolted out onto the street. I rushed to a dark corner and shifted to my Animagus. Technically, I had two Animagi forms, a seal and a wolf, a seal for water, and a wolf for land. Having two Animagi was virtually impossible, but seeing that I am both demigod and wizard, I accomplished it. I shook my head and took a step forward, my paw lightly stepping on the ground. I looked both ways before I bolted down Diagon Alley and started my way to Hogwarts.