"W-where am I?"

Percy stuttered slightly, hoping the strange people around him would answer. He was extremely confused.

The man with silvery white hair signaled for him to stand. The former hero of Olympus quickly pushed himself off the ground and felt his legs tremble. Suddenly, he felt exhausted.

The same person who told him to get up was studying him with wise eyes. "You are in a wizarding school called Hogwarts. My name is Albus Dumbledore, I am the headmaster. Do you remember how you arrived here?"

Percy frowned, trying to think. He vaguely recollected fighting and being hurt, and a shadowy man talking to him, then suddenly being sprawled across the ground here. And something about blue chocolate chip cookies...But nothing more.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember."

"Hmm," the old headmaster stared down at the boy, pondering. "I do wonder who sent you here? But perhaps your memories will return with some food and rest."

Percy shifted his weight from foot to foot. As soon as a meal was mentioned, he realized he was actually starving.

Albus Dumble(something) started talking again, catching his attention. "Mr..."

"Jackson. Percy Jackson." He was surprised at how certain he was of that, but none of the other details in his past.

"Well, Mr. Jackson, why don't you go sit at a table and finish eating with some students. I'm sure many would be willing to explain wizard history and magic to you."

Immediately after this statement, a group of girls converged on him, all begging at once.

"Come sit at our table, Percy."

"There's an empty seat next to me."

"We can make new memories together."

He flinched, pulling away from the multitude of voices. From behind him, a hand landed on his shoulder lightly. It belonged to a black haired teen with a lightning bolt scratch on his forehead. "Hello. M'name is Harry. Would you like to sit with my friends and I at the table over there?"

Percy nodded gratefully, and followed his savior over to the long benches on the far left. He noticed a boy with ginger hair, and a girl with brown curls sit down next to them.

The redhead stuck out his hand. "I'm Ron."

"Nice to meet you," Percy mumbled, glancing at the last member of their group. She noticed his gaze and smirked.

"Hermione."

He nodded at both of them in acknowledgement. Then, he let his eyes trail over the buffet before him. Harry handed him a plate, "Have whatever you want. I recommend the treacle tarts for dessert."

The boy's emerald eyes widened in gratefulness. Everything looked amazing, he didn't know how he would choose. Finally the freckled kid, Ron, shoved a plater of mystery meat in front of him.

"Bloody hell, mate, just choose something already!"

Percy grinned. "I'm still not really sure if this is real," he mumbled while stabbing a piece of steak with his fork.

"Of course it is," Harry answered. "I can prove it to you, if you'd like."

The boy with glasses pulled out his wand without hearing his response. He then pointed at his own cup of pumpkin juice and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa." Immediately, it started to levitate a couple inches off the table, catching some student's attention. He released the spell after a few seconds.

"So, do you believe now?"

Percy shook his head up and down, dumbfounded. "Is that a wand?"

Harry raised his eyebrows and struggled to refrain from laughing. "No it's a stick I found in the woods. Of course it's a wand, how else would I be able to use magic?" After a moments pause he added, "If you're a wizard, you must have one."

"I don't."

Hermione turned her body to face him, focusing on his front pocket. "Are you sure about that, Percy?"

He frowned and glanced down at his windbreaker. Speedily, he unzipped the pouch and slipped his hand inside. His expression changed as he felt a long, thin object in his palm. Wrapping his fingers around it, he pulled.

"No, look it's just a...pen," he trailed off because the ballpoint marker he had felt just moments before had changed shapes. It was now made of a wood with small ridges.

He was holding a wand.

His wand?

Ron chucked from his seat on the other side of Hermione. "I guess you do have a wand. Do you really not remember anything?"

"I know my name and age, but that's about it," Percy shrugged. He took a sip of some unfamiliar drink before pointed to the emblem on their robes. "What's that?"

Hermione quickly started to explain, to his amusement. He could already tell she was a bit of a know-it-all. "It's the symbol of Hogwarts. The pictures on it are of the four houses: Gryfindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. If you choose to stay at school, you will be sorted into one of them."

The green eyed boy nodded, the gears in his brain already turning. From what he could tell, Harry and his friends were gryfindors. But why? Did they possess similar qualities? And more importantly, where did he belong?

Hesitantly, Percy stopped eating so he was free to ask questions. Originally his trio of new friends were the only ones talking, but soon the whole table of boisterous and excited kids joined in. Because just maybe they saw something in him.

The heart of a lion.

That night, Percy slept in a side bedroom in the Central Tower. A professor had explained to him that it would be better not to sleep in one of the dorms, because he had not been sorted yet.

They didn't want to cause unnecessary rivalry or animosity.

He wandered around the suite, letting his finders trail over the beautiful furniture and tapestry drapes. This place was exactly like a medieval castle. Even though he decided not to mention it, Percy was surprised at how quickly he was accepted and that the adults didn't ask him more question. Maybe it was just because he was disoriented.

He slowly walked back over to the bed and slid under the thick comforter. Harry had given him a pair of extra sleeping clothes, saying he could keep them. He would also have to buy robes and other supplies for classes quickly.

The softness of the mattress along with his exhaustion tempted him to close his eyes, and he drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, the wizarding staff were meeting in Dumbledore's office. The headmaster had called an emergency meeting after the events of that day. There, he informed everyone of the prophecy they had recieved a couple nights ago: a green eyed boy with magical power that would not last.

"Percy Jackson, though we do not know who he is or what he can do, will play an important part in the upcoming wars. We must keep a close eye on him."

They all agreed with him, this boy needed to be supervised very closely for at least the next couple days.

"Tomorrow, we will have his ceremony and then he will start classes with his schoolmates. We will act proceed as normal."

Professor Snape stood up, frowning. "But what if he is dangerous?"

Dumbledore thought for a second before answering. "If anything happens, bring him here to me." When no one started speaking he smiled. "Good, we are done here. Go back to your houses and take care of your own witches and wizards. DO NOT, do not mention this to anyone."

After his final words, the teachers all stood and filed out of his room, mumbling 'thank yous.' Soon he was alone in the chamber, only Fawkes and slivers of bright moonlight remaining. He stroked his beard pensively, lost in thought. This school year had just gotten a lot more complicated.

Who are you, Percy Jackson?

Where have you come from?

And why are you so important that Chaos sent a prediction?

Minutes past and Dumbledore sat down in his chair, drumming his fingers on his desk. There was only one thing his amnesiac new student could possibly do.

Are you going to save our world?

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