I want to make it clear that both the Harry Potter and Percy Jackson world are not exactly the same in my story compared to the books. This story is going to be semi-original only based off the worlds, and there's a reason I have Percy de-aging from 32 to 15. I will soon include italicized flashbacks to include parts of Percy's past. I want to try and make this Percy different from the one in the books. They will have similarities, but Percy has had a whole 15 years more on Earth compared to the Blood of Olympus

Second Chapter


Percy Pov

"I'm a wizard?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yeah, a wizard Percy. The only reason Hogwarts hasn' snatched you up yet is probably 'cause yer American." Hagrid said. I looked at him for a second before I burst out laughing.

"Why do you think I'm a wizard?" I asked. Hagrid looked at Tom as if to ask: 'Is this guy crazy?'

"Tom told meh that you was controllin water. Yeh haven' learned yet how ter control yer magic. Hogwarts'll teach yeh all there is to know about magic."

"Yeah, okay." I said, still recovering from my fit of laughter. Then I realized, I was 15, and I was in the year 1995. I had nothing better to do then go to Hogwarts and figure out why magic existed in London. "You know what, I'll go. When do we start?"

"Oh, okay then. Firs' we gotta get you yer supplies, then we can go ter Hogwarts." Hagrid said, surprised at my sudden flip in character. I nodded and jumped out of my seat.

"Okay, let's start now then. But just so you know, I'm have ADHD and dyslexia."

"Thas fine, Headmaster Dumbledore 'll accommodate for that." Hagrid said.

We exited the Leaky Cauldron after a while of complicated explaining about wizards and Hogwarts and a lot of other stuff that I would probably forget. Hagrid lead me to a brick wall and tapped one of the bricks with his umbrella. I watched as the wall collapsed on itself and Hagrid introduced me to Diagon Alley.

"Here, I have yer lis' fer supplies." Hagrid told me, handing a greasy piece of parchment with scribbled handwriting. I took it and scanned the piece of parchment.

"There's a lot of things on here." I stated. Hagrid nodded. "Where are we going first?"

"Firs' thing yer gonna need is money fer ye to buy things." Hagrid said. I patted my pockets and realized that I had no money. Riptide and my clothes were the only things that were transported with me.

"Can you pay?" I asked nervously. "Sorry, but my pockets seem to be a little empty" Hagrid chuckled.

"Our firs' stop is Gringotts - the Wizardin' bank. Run by goblins that is. Wizards have a different currency than muggles." Hagrid said. He pointed at the biggest building in sight. It was clean and the structure and color was a nice change from the musty buildings surrounding the bank. Annabeth would've immediately attempted to help remodel the plain and old shops. She would've found the current architecture insulting.

I sighed in nostalgia.

The outside was not misleading to the interior, as little goblins sat at desks that were equally as beautiful as the exterior. The giant hall was like an office surrounding a walkway, with the only sounds being the footsteps of me and Hagrid, and coins clicking against each other.

"Why is it so quiet?" I whispered to Hagrid.

"Goblins generally don' talk much. Only when needed." Hagrid said. "Don' be disrespectful." he added warily.

We continued down the marble hall and stopped right in front of a giant black desk that held multiple goblins concentrating and peering at varying objects. One of the goblins stopped what they were doing and looked up, its creepy, wrinkled face just staring at me. I had come across some scary and odd creatures in my life, but there was something about these goblins that just added an extra creep factor that sent chills down my spine.

"What can I do for you?" the goblin croaked. It wasn't even a question. It was phrased more like an irritated demand, implying that helping humans would be beneath it.

"Here to make a possible withdrawal." Hagrid stayed. The goblin raised an eyebrow and changed his gaze from Hagrid to me. I stared him in the eyes.

"Name." he ordered.

"Percy Jackson." I said quickly. The goblin's gaze hardened and he studied my face carefully.

"Come with me." the goblin said plainly. Hagrid patted me on the back and I stumbled forward.

"Yer lucky, ye are. Seems yeh got a deceased relative who got yeh a vault." Hagrid whispered. I nodded, attempting to comprehend the fact that I had an ancestor, probably on my mom's side, who was a witch or wizard.

We went beyond what seemed like the end of the hallway and I found out real fast that the exterior and the main hall had actually deceived me. The underground of the building was the real Gringotts, and it was nothing like what I had previously seen. Owing to its underground location, it looked like a large cave with stalactites hanging from the ceiling. Railroad tracks ran farther than I could see, and guessing by the amount of different pathways, there were hundreds if not thousands of vaults, containing whatever the hell was valuable in the wizarding world.

"Get in." the goblin ordered. Hagrid, the goblin, and I stuffed into a tiny cart and when the goblin pulled a rusty red lever, we shot down, going deeper and deeper into the caves. We rode in silence as the wind whistled past my face and soon only dim lanterns strewn to the side were our sources of light.

"This vault belonged to your great-great grandmother." the goblin said. He pushed the lever and the cart screeched to a halt. I put a hand through my hair and thought. I had no idea who the hell my great-great grandmother was. On both my mom's and dad's side.

Hagrid basically shoved me out of the cart trying to get out himself. His face showed me that his stomach hadn't agreed with the cart ride. I, on the other hand, tripped over the edge and landed face first on the stone beneath me.

"Ow," I grunted. Hagrid stepped over me and the goblin. "Ow." I repeated.

"Follow me." the goblin said, his voice echoing in the cave. I wiped off the dirt from my shirt and trailed behind the amusing combo of a goblin and Hagrid, who was three times the size of his counterpart.

We didn't walk for too long, it seemed to only be around five minutes passing by numbered doors that were packed closely together.

"We're here." The goblin announced. We stopped and I studied the door. It wasn't much. It was made out of a metallic substance with the white number "1027" painted in the center.

The goblin put his hand on the door, under the number, and a series of locks began to be opened. I heard multiple clicks of metal against metal and chains ran inside the door, eventually unlocking the thick barrier.

"I will wait for you at the cart:" the goblin said plainly. I nodded and swung open the door as the goblin paced back to where we came from.

"I wonder wha's in there." Hagrid said before both of us were exposed to a bright shining light. I covered my eyes with my arm before slowly lowering my arm and being in awe at the giant stacks of coins.

"Blimey, I haven' seen this much gold in me life other than Harry's." Hagrid said in the same shock as I had.

"How much is this?" I asked curiously, walking in the box of a vault and picking up a handful of gold coins. I let them go, watching the gold run down like a waterfall and hearing them clink satisfyingly against the floor covered in gold. Any amount of money would have been fine for someone like me, who grew up on the poorer side, but his was just so…...wow!

"Enough to las' ye a lifetime, thas how much." Hagrid replies. I nodded. "Here, put some in this bag." Hagrid pulled out a leather drawstring pouch and handed it to me. It seemed a bit small for the amount of money I seemed to now posses.

"Isn't this a bit small?" I asked, voicing my thoughts. Hagrid smiled.

"It's got a charm on it that'll allow ye to put anythin' in there. Put in as much as ye want." Hagrid said happily. "You'll learn how to do that eventually."

"Wow." I mumbled. I was suddenly a lot more excited to learn magic. Before I had nothing else to do, now I had something fun to explore.

"Well, go on then." Hagrid motioned. I began to grab handful after handful, rapidly shoving the gold into my pouch.

"Galleons are the most valuable, with Sickles being second most and Knuts being last." Hagrid explained, motioning to each type of coin. "29 Knuts to a sickle and 17 Sickles to a Galleon." I stopped shoving Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts into the pouch and nodded.

"Okay, I'm done." I said. I put the surprisingly light pouch in my pocket with Riptide. Knowing me, all of the money would probably be gone within the month. Maybe even the next week.

"Let's go then." Hagrid said. I followed him out of the vault, making sure to close the door behind me. Unsurprisingly, it automatically locked.

"Hagrid, how fun would you say magic is?" I asked. I wanted to fully know how good my time in the past would be - whether it really would be a curse or a fresh start. Hagrid chuckled.

"A couple o' months ago I woulda said our world's fantastic."

"Why not now?" I asked curiously. Hagrid expression turned grim and serious.

"Can' say his name, but a very dark an' powerful wizard jus' came back after over a decade. I reckon he's bound ter do somethin' bad real soon." Hagrid explained. I grimaced. Not again. Not another maniac trying to have everybody worship him.

"Why can't you say his name?" I asked. Hagrid shook his head.

"Here, lemme spell it for ye." Hagrid said. He whipped out a greasy napkin that I hoped hadn't been used and when we arrived at the cart, looked at me.

"You got a quill?" he asked.

"A what?" I looked at the goblin and he seemed to be smiling.

"Oh, rich'," Hagrid said. "Yer American and ye haven' been introduced to our customs."

"Yeah. But why are you using a quill?" I asked. Hagrid shrugged.

"Never you mind. Le's just say that everybody calls him You-Know-Who." Hagrid said. I nodded. Maybe it was the same as the realm of gods and monsters. Names have power.

Hagrid put the napkin away and the goblin pulled the lever, shooting the cart back to where we came from.

"Where to next, Hagrid?" I asked after we exited Gringotts. Hagrid took out the list and studied it for a second before stuffing it back in his pocket.

"You go get a wand at Ollivanders, and I'll get yer books while you do tha'." Hagrid said. He pointed to a shop that had "OLLIVANDERS" in plain font on the front. Before I knew it, Hagrid was gone to get my books, leaving me alone to get my wand. I wandered the street when I looked to my right and saw a sign labeled "KNOCKTURN ALLEY".

It would be an understatement to say that the figures in the alley that I saw were odd. As I peered at the interesting figures that were either urinating on the walls, shouting/muttering random things, shuffling up or down the alley, or anything else that you think is weird.

Suddenly, due to my current unawareness of where I was going, I bumped into someone and caused us to both collapse to the ground. I groaned and got up quickly. I seemed to be falling down a lot.

"Sorry mate, that's my bad." the man, or rather the boy who bumped into me said. I studied him and found him to be about my age. He had red hair, freckles, and a long nose. He also carried a long package in both of his arms.

"It's cool, I'm fine. I wasn't paying attention." I said.

"Are you from America?" the boy asked, suddenly astonished.

"Oh, the accent," I said, "Yeah, I'm from the states. Name's Percy Jackson."

"Ron. Ron Weasley." the boy introduced. I would've offered to shake his hand, but he was a bit preoccupied with his package.

"What's in the package?" I asked curiously. He glanced down at the thing in his arms, and smiled.

"It's my new broomstick!" Ron said excitedly. I cocked my head in confusion.

"Why would you be excited about getting a broom?" I asked. Ron peered at me for a second before chuckling.

"How old are you?"

"15." I answered. He nodded.

"Are you a transfer student or something? You coming to Hogwarts?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, I've heard it's a little weird to go into Hogwarts at 15 years old."

"Usually people get their letters at 11, but transfer students aren't that uncommon" Ron explained. "Well, you're in my year, so I'll probably be seeing you again."

"What about the broom?" I asked. We were kind of getting off topic.

"You've really never heard of Quidditch?" Almost looking a bit insulted with my lack of knowledge on the subject.

"No, not really" I replied simply, taking little note of how his expression softened

"It's a sport, one of the most famous Wizarding ones, where you ride brooms." Ron explained simply.

"Okay then. I have to get my wand now, so any advice?" I asked. Ron shrugged.

"Ollivander may seem a bit crazy, but he'll give you the right one."

"Thanks. See you later hopefully." I said. Ron nodded and hurried past me clutching his broom. I took a deep breath and headed toward Ollivander's. I don't really know why I was so nervous, I didn't even know what the process was like to receive a wand.

I opened the door to Ollivander's and a bell rung, signaling my entrance. A head popped out from the many shelves that occupied the giant room and the old man smiled. I was guessing he was probably Ollivander.

"Hello, what can I help you with today young man?" Ollivander asked kindly.

"Um, I'm here to get my wand?" I half-asked, half-answered. Ollivander smiled and started toward his desk in front of me.

"I am Mr. Ollivander." the man said. I grinned.

"I'm Percy Jackson." I said. Ollivander smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"You seem a little older than my usual customers. And you are from America too?" Ollivander observed. I nodded.

"Well then…" Ollivander said, tapping his fingers on the desk. "This process usually takes a few tries, but let's try to get this in one, shall we?" Ollivander turned around and started to study the shelves of boxes. He tapped his chin and hummed. After a few minutes of maneuvering around the shelves.

After a while, Ollivander picked out a box and popped off the lid. He examined the contents of the box and smiled.

"I think we have your wand." Ollivander said. "Here. Give it a wave." I took the wand and studied it. It wasn't heavy, and not too light, similar to the way Riptide felt when I first picked it up. I smiled. It felt right.

I flicked the wand aimlessly and a blue light emitted from the wand, surrounding the entire room in a sparkly blue aura. I smiled, and judging from the expression on Ollivander's face, he was happy with the match.

"11 and a half inches, aspen wood, phoenix feather, fairly flexible." Ollivander said. I studied the wand, spinning it in my hands. I had a feeling a lot of my ADHD would be poured into fidgeting with my new wand. I should probably name it. After all, I wouldn't want to give my old weapon more attention than my new one.

"Thank you. This feels right. I can't explain it, but this wand feels right." I said to Ollivander. He handed me the case and I put my wand in it.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Jackson. It would not be your wand if it did not feel right." Ollivander said with a knowing smile.

"Here." I said, taking out an assortment of coins from my pocket and putting it on the desk in front of me. Ollivander picked up the money and thanked me.

"Don't thank me. You're the one who has that wand that has chosen me." I said, listening to his earlier words. I waved him goodbye and exited the shop, happy with my wand selection.

The rest of the day was filled with a lot of scurrying around with Hagrid. Hogwarts really required you to have a lot of things. The pointy wizard hat thing especially seemed a tad bit unnecessary. Hagrid eventually had to go do something for Hogwarts and I got the last requirements easily.

The day ended with me passing out from exhaustion on my bed. I didn't even bother saying

hi to Tom or anything.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself. I stared into the darkness of my room. It was an honest question. I had no idea what the hell I was doing in the 90's about to go to a school for magic. Maybe I was just hopeful I could turn Hecate's punishment into a hidden blessing. The first portion of my life was spent being felt like a loser, bouncing around from school to school and not having friends. The second portion of my life, I felt great. I found a purpose and friends. The third portion of my life was spent doing anything and everything to try and get away from the second portion of my life. That obviously didn't go so well, and eventually, I just accepted my role as an outcast and a fallen hero.

Now I was back in the body of the second portion of my life, which was probably the best part of my time on Earth. Maybe the luck will carry over to my new life.

I returned to my bed and closed my eyes, knowing that I hadn't had a "demigod nightmare" in 14 years.


Harry Pov

Feeling ignored was not a feeling I wanted to get used to again anytime soon. It had happened with the Dursleys, but all of my actions came under a microscope when I was introduced to the wizarding world.

At best, I was feeling ignored. Mostly because of Dumbledore not even acknowledging me at my hearing, but all the anger over the summer had bottled up. Currently, Grimmauld Place was my home, and it wasn't all that good, but it was far better than the Dursleys'. At least I had the Weasleys as a constant at Grimmauld Place along with other members of the Order of the Phoenix.

I decided to spend a lot of my time observing and helping Fred and George. Considering the fact that they only got three OWLs each, they needed a little bit of a boost at times. Yet Fred and George were smarter than they let on and their passion for joke making helped reveal their intuition.

Hermione however refused to help and when she wasn't hanging out with me and Ron, she was reading. Ron and her had gotten their prefect badges, and although I was confused and a little jealous at first, I now didn't mind it. If anything, I didn't have to worry about random Gryffindor prefects being on my back for any screw ups.

"Harry, Harry are you alright?" Hermione asked from the bed behind me, snapping me out of my trance. I nodded and rubbed my scar, which had been recently flaring in pain at random occasions.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. I turned to the desk I was sitting at and continued to clean my wand. I hadn't polished it in what felt like forever. I yawned and stretched. It was late and I had bags under my eyes fromthe lack of sleep from the past couple of days. "Hey, do you remember when we leave for Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, tomorrow first thing after breakfast." Hermione answered. "Ron and Mrs. Weasley should be back from Diagon Alley soon."

"Ok, thanks." I said, turning away. I could still feel her gaze on me, though. "What do you want, Hermione?" I asked after a minute. It wasn't an angry request, just a frustrated one, which I guess isn't much better.

"Well, it's just…" Hermione trailed off. "Are you alright Harry?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" I asked, letting off just a bit.

"Well, I know I haven't seen you in a while, but I know that you're scar's hurting and I'm guessing it's because you're still on Cedric's death seeing as Voldemort hasn't done anything that stands out lately." Hermione reasoned. I sighed. Sometimes it really sucked that she was so observant.

"Yeah. Most nights Cedric's accompanied me, dying over and over again." I said, a little resentfully. Hermione looked at him for a couple seconds, thinking.

"Think on the bright side of things." she said.

"What bright side is their to Cedric's murder?" I asked hotly.

"That might've come out a little wrong," Hermione winced. I nodded. "I mean, at least Cho's freed up now." I failed to see the relevancy of the comment until I saw Hermione fingering a necklace that she had just recently received.

"I'm probably not the best to give you relationship advice or anything like that, but if Krum doesn't send you an owl, it's him, not you." I said, my tone finally calming. Hermione blushed and nodded, turning around. After a few minutes I finally responded to her remark:

"And Cho is… complicated. I don't know what do about her." Hermione looked at me curiously with a wide smile.

"Don't look at me, it's not like I have any more experience than you." Hermione said. I chuckled and went back to cleaning my wand.

After I finished, I went down the stairs and into the room that contained the Blacks' family tree. I stared at every branch and looked at every person. Just curious and bored.

"All my relatives did was teach me that Death Eaters and those who can hurt you come in all shapes and sizes." Sirius said from behind me. I turned around and nodded slowly.

"Sorry if you don't want me to look at it, Sirius." I said. He shook his head and frowned.

"It's fine, Harry. I just want you to know that none of those people are my family." Sirius said. He studied my face and put his hand on my shoulder. "Get some rest, Harry, you'll be going to Hogwarts tomorrow and need to be well rested."

"You sounds like Mrs. Weasley." I joked. He smiled and motioned me back to where I was sleeping.

I ended the night happily awaiting my arrival to Hogwarts, ready to see new friends yet bracing for backlash from the events before the summer. This school year would be... not fun, but interesting to see how it would play out.


Thanks. This chapter was mostly a filler, but it also forwarded some details of the plot. Comments and questions are encouraged in the form of reviews and PMs.