The Golden Trio plus Ginny headed into the Great Hall where already the majority of the students were seated eager to eat dinner. They headed to the closest available seats and sat down beside Neville, Seamus, and Dean. The Hall was vibrant with laughter and loud conversations, and Harry simply sat back and enjoyed the feel of it. Hermione tapped his shin with her foot and gave him a look of concern.

"Just glad to be back," He said with a smile. She smiled back and returned to her conversation with Ginny and Parvati. Harry turned and began listening in to Ron and Dean's conversation about Quidditch versus Football when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Mr. Potter," said Dumbledore from behind him. Harry turned around startled. The Headmaster's eye twinkled madly as he handed Harry a piece of parchment. He gave Harry a wink and headed to his place at the head table.

"What's it say, Harry?" asked Ron. Hermione and Ginny both leaned in trying to read it upside down. Harry unfolded the parchment.

"'Mr. Potter, please join me in my office following dinner. We have much to discuss. Sincerely, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster, Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. P.S. You'll find that I have developed a taste for Saltwater Taffy.'"

"He has a lot of titles doesn't he?" snorted Ginny. Harry nodded and looked at his friends.

"I wonder what he wants to talk about? We only just got here."

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows. He might just want to know how your summer went."

Harry wasn't so sure, but he couldn't linger on it as Professor McGonagall strode into the Hall leading a group of nervous first years. Following the Sorting Ceremony, Dumbledore stood up and grabbed the attention of the Hall.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Dumbledore said loudly. The Hall grew silent. "I have some rather important announcements before we begin dinner. Firstly, The Forbidden Forest is still off limits. Anyone found wandering there will be punished accordingly. Secondly, Mr. Filch would like to remind us all that all Zonko products are forbidden. That includes fanged frisbees." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, and Harry suddenly felt uneasy. "Lastly, I am sorry to inform you all that the Quidditch cup will not be held this year."

The Great Hall erupted in yells and mayhem. Dumbledore held his hands out and soon the Hall quieted down a tad though many were still scowling. Harry felt completely lost. Quidditch was the one thing he enjoyed most about Hogwarts. Now that he couldn't play he wasn't sure what he would do all year.

"Yes, I realize how frustrated you all must be," continued Dumbledore, "but I think you will all be pleased to know why we canceled Quidditch this year. Instead of the cup, we will be holding a very special event." Dumbledore opened his mouth to continue when the doors to the Great Hall slammed open. Everyone turned to see a grizzled, old man stumble into the Hall.

"That's Mad Eye Moody," whispered Ron. Harry's eyes widened. That was not who he had expected Dumbledore to choose as a professor. Moody was a short man but his most noticeable feature was the enormous eye strapped to his face. The eye swiveled around and seemed to be able to see anything and everything. "He's responsible for a the arrests of most of the Death Eaters. My dad says he's the best Auror in history."

Harry studied the new professor and decided that Moody really did look like a good DADA instructor. As Moody made his way to the head table, everyone turned to continue staring. Dumbledore smiled.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor: Professor Alastor Moody!" Everyone clapped and applauded hesitantly, though Harry noticed that many at the Slytherin table looked less than pleased. Moody scowled at the students and took his seat at the table. Dumbledore clasped his hands together. "Now, as I was saying, we will be hosting a very special event over the upcoming months. We haven't taken part in this event in centuries, and it is my absolute delight to inform you that Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!"

"No way!" shouted one of the twins. The Great Hall erupted in laughter and even Dumbledore chuckled.

"Yes, way." Dumbledore held out his hands. "Now, I am sure you are all starving. Let the feast begin!"

Food appeared on the table in front of them, and Ron wasted no time in scooping the food onto his plate and into his mouth. Harry felt a little uneasy. As exciting as this Tournament sounded, Harry was sure something bad was going to happen. The feeling passed though as Hermione and Ron got into another argument. Harry rolled his eyes and began eating. As uncertain as he was about this Tournament-whatever it was-he was still glad to be at Hogwarts.

"I can't believe they are hosting the Tournament again," said Ginny excitedly. "They haven't held it since before even Dumbledore was born!"

"What's so special about this Tournament?" asked Harry. Ron and Ginny both stared at him incredulously.

"Eternal glory!" cried out Ron. "A chance to prove yourself as the best wizard in the world!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's a really deadly Tournament, Harry. They stopped hosting it after each of the contestants died. I think they're mad for bringing it back."

"It'll be great, Hermione," argued Ginny. "I'm sure Dumbledore won't let them do the same things they did before."

Harry lost focus. Now he was even more uncertain. Maybe this was what Dumbledore wanted to discuss. He hurried to finish his dinner, and by the time he and his friends had finished most of the students had already left. Harry blamed Ron for taking forever.

"We'll see you in the common room," said Hermione. Harry smiled and nodded and headed up to Dumbledore's office. The climb up the steps left him a tad winded, and Harry took a moment to catch his breath before walking up to the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster's office.

"Saltwater Taffy," said Harry confidently. The gargoyle groaned and moved out of the way revealing another winding staircase. Harry sighed and headed up the steps. He reached out to knock on the door at the top of the steps when Dumbledore's voice called out.

"Come on in, Harry."

Harry cautiously opened the door and headed into the office. Dumbledore sat behind his desk with a wide smile.

"Right on time, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I hope you enjoyed the feast?"

Harry nodded and took a seat across from the Headmaster. "I did thank you. What is it you wished to speak to me about?"

Dumbledore nodded. "There are a lot of things we need to discuss, but first, I want you to tell me about the dream you had a few weeks ago."

"Did Sirius tell you?" asked Harry.

"He did. Frankly, I'm surprised you did not come to me with this yourself, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "I wasn't really sure what was going on, and I didn't want to bother you with it."

"I understand," Dumbledore said kindly. "Next time, however, I ask that you inform me immediately. Alright?" Harry nodded. "Excellent! Now tell me. This dream you had?"

Harry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. "It was a nightmare really. It was like I was looking through someone's eyes."

"Whose eyes?"

"A snake, I think. I was following a man-an old man. A muggle, I think, a gardener. I saw a light in this enormous home and followed the man up to check on it. We went inside and went up these steps. There was a room at the top where the light was coming from. The man stopped outside, and that's where I heard it all."

"Heard what?"

"Voices," Harry opened his eyes. "I heard Wormtail. He was talking to someone. I think it was Voldemort."

Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed firmly on Harry.

"Actually, I know it was Voldemort," continued Harry. "He was telling Wormtail that he would reward him for capturing someone named Bartha Jenkins or something like that."

"Bertha Jorkins."

"Yes, exactly! Bertha Jorkins!" Harry hesitated. "How did you know that?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Bertha Jorkins works for the Ministry. At least she did. She went missing earlier this summer. I guess now there's no more mystery."

Harry began to sweat. "You mean my dream was real? All that actually happened?"

"I'm afraid so, Harry," Dumbledore said. "But I urge you not to panic."

"That's easy for you to say!" Harry growled. "You're not the one dreaming real things!"

Dumbledore held his hands out. "Harry, calm down. I understand how upsetting this is, but until I can figure out what is going on you need to calm down."

Harry struggled to calm down but managed to sit back in his seat. "There was more in my dream. Wormtail mentioned something about a plan to kidnap me. I'm guessing I shouldn't be worried about that?"

Dumbledore hesitated. How could he tell Harry not to worry about it? He glanced over at the clock on his desk. Percy was due any minute. "You're right, Harry. I cannot tell you not to worry. What I can tell you is that I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."

Harry did not look placated, but did not argue.

"Now, there is another reason why I asked you here, Harry."

"Besides my dream?"

"Yes. Harry, what do you know about the Greek myths?"

Harry furrowed his brow. What does this have anything to do with me? "I know a little, I guess."

"What do you know?"

"Umm, well there are a bunch of gods like Zeus and monsters and stuff."

Dumbledore chuckled. "That's a fairly good start."

"No offense, Professor, but what does this have anything to do with me?"

"I ask you this, Harry, because the Greek myths are all real," Dumbledore said. "All of them. The gods are real, the monsters are real."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You're joking."

"I promise you that I am not. You see, all magic originally comes from the Greek goddess of magic, Hecate. Her children-her demigods-were the original witches and wizards."

"So Merlin and the founders were demigods?"

"Merlin was. Not the founders, though Godric's mother was a demigod."

Harry leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "This is just too weird. How can the Greek gods be real? Wouldn't more people know? Wouldn't more people in the magical community know?"

"The magical community is made up of descendents of Hecate, and the gods only allow themselves to be known when they want to. Only a very select group even know of Hecate's existence, and even fewer have met her."

"Have you met her?" asked Harry skeptically.

"I have," Dumbledore confirmed. "I promise you that I am not joking."

"I...I know you wouldn't joke, Professor. This is just so weird!"

"I realize you may have questions, Harry. But there's more."

Harry looked at him. "What else could there be?"

"Voldemort is returning, Harry," Dumbledore said seriously. "Your dream only confirms that." Harry nodded slowly. He had been dreading that reality. "Thankfully, Hecate has decided that Voldemort cannot be allowed to succeed in destroying the world. She has brought us someone to help fight Tom."

"Who?" asked Harry.

"Someone who has faced the impossible and succeeded. Someone who knows what it's like to face pure evil." Dumbledore glanced up at the door to his office. "Ah, just in time. Harry, I beg of you to keep an open mind."

"What for, Professor?" asked Harry confused. He had already opened his mind to the reality of the Greek myths. What more could there be?

Dumbledore stood up from his seat and clasped his hands together. "Come in!"

Harry turned to look at the door of the office and watched as a young man stepped inside. The young man had spiked, black hair and sea green eyes. He was a tad taller than Harry and much more fit. He looked as though he were an Olympic athlete. He wore Gryffindor robes, but the most striking thing of all was that Harry recognized him.

"Percy?" Harry gasped. "Percy Jackson?"

Percy stepped in the office and gaped at Harry. He hesitated at the door and did not move. Harry looked from him to Dumbledore.

"It's Percy? The person sent to help is Percy? My neighbor?"

Dumbledore motioned for both Harry and Percy to take a seat. "Please sit down, both of you. I understand this is unexpected."

"That's putting it mildly, Dumbledore," said Percy as he sat down. He looked over at Harry. "So you're the kid I'm supposed to help huh? Funny how it turns out we are neighbors."

"You mean you didn't know it was me?" asked Harry. Percy shook his head.

"I didn't know anything. I was just told by Hecate to come to England and help somebody fight an evil wizard named Voldemort."

Harry eyed his neighbor carefully. "So you're a...umm...you're a..."

"Teenager?" asked Percy with a cheeky grin. "Yes, I am. I didn't lie about who I was when we met on Privet Drive."

"But you're a demigod?" Harry asked. Percy glanced at Dumbledore.

"You told him?"

"I told him some. I never mentioned anything about you."

Percy rolled his eyes and looked back at Harry. "Okay, so I lied about a few things. Yes, I am a demigod. I can use magic though."

"So you're mom is Hecate?" asked Harry confused. "I thought Sally was your real mom."

"She is," nodded Percy. "Sally I mean. I can only use magic because Hecate gave me her blessing. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to use a magic stick like you."

Harry scoffed but grinned. "I can't believe this. My neighbor is actually a demigod, and he's here at Hogwarts."

Percy grinned back. "It's weird, isn't it?"

"Yes, this is all exciting," Dumbledore said standing up, "but it is getting late, and you both have twenty minutes to get back to your common room."

Harry and Percy stood up and walked to the door when Dumbledore called Harry back.

"I'll wait for you outside then, I guess," said Percy. Harry nodded and Percy stepped out of the office.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

Dumbledore walked around the otherside of his desk and looked at the young wizard. "I realize that it is difficult for you to trust new people, Harry, but I ask that you give Percy a chance. There is much more than what meets the eye with that one. He has seen and done things that are only talked about in legends."

Harry's eyes widened, but he nodded. "I think I do trust him. He was really kind to me over the summer, and unless it was all a joke, I think I can really trust him."

Dumbledore smiled, his eye twinkling madly. "That's what I like to hear. Now hurry back to your common room. Don't want Filch catching you on the first night."

Outside of the office, Percy rested his back against the wall and rubbed his eyes. Everything was so strange. The kid he had met-his friend-was actually the person he had come to help. It had Hecate all over it, and Percy wasn't sure he was okay with it. While he liked Harry, and knowing that it was Harry that he was supposed to help definitely made things easier, but Percy hated being manipulated by the gods. He paused. Did Hestia have anything to do with all of this? She had been there when Hecate first approached him. She had to know something. The gargoyle stepping to the side brought him out of his musings, and Percy stepped away from the wall just as Harry came down the steps.

"So you're really here to help?" asked Harry curiously. Percy nodded.

"I am. I swear though that I had no idea it was you."

"I believe you. I don't know I guess this is just so crazy."

Percy chuckled. "I hear ya. This has all been so weird. I mean magic? Magic exists?"

Harry laughed. "That's nothing. I just found out that the Greek gods exist!"

"Yeah," Percy agreed, "finding out the gods are real is...life changing to say the least."

"You're so lucky. It must be awesome being a demigod."

Percy shook his head. "It's really not. You should be glad you're just a legacy. I would give anything not to be a demigod."

Harry cocked his head, but the dark look on Percy's face made him stop before asking anything else. Before too long the two of them reached the Fat Lady's portrait. Harry grinned as the Lady gushed over a blushing Percy who quickly gave the password. The entrance to the common room opened up and Percy followed Harry inside. Two kids poked their heads up over the back of the couch and jumped up when they saw Harry walk in. Percy noticed that one of them had fiery red hair. Must be another Weasley, he thought.

"Harry!" cried out the girl without red hair. "We were so worried! What took so long? What did Professor Dumbledore want?"

Percy shook his head at all the questions and walked around the group thankful that none of them had noticed him.

"I'm alright, Hermione," chuckled Harry. "Dumbledore just wanted to discuss a few things with me about my summer and the upcoming year."

Hermione did not seem impressed with the answer but didn't say anything more. Ron dragged Harry back to the couch where he had a chessboard all set up. Harry looked around the common room for Percy and found him headed up the steps to the boys dorms. He shrugged. There'd be more time to talk later.

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Percy woke up bright and early the next day. The sun had not even begun rising yet when he hauled himself out of bed. The stone floor of the dorm burned his feet, and he hissed out. Gingerly, he reached out and grabbed his socks and put them on. Glad that he could actually step on the ground, Percy made his way out of the dorm room careful not to wake the three other boys.

Percy chuckled to himself as he glanced at the other three in the room. The Weasley twins were crazy and obnoxious-Percy already found himself at home. Lee Jordan, the fourth boy in the dorm, was much more reserved than Fred and George, but he was still crazier than practically anybody Percy knew. It felt like being in the Hermes again. Percy hesitated as he reached the top of the steps. The thought of the Hermes cabin brought back bad memories. It took him a moment before he felt ready to head down the steps.

The common room was peaceful and quiet. The fireplace emitted little light from the cooling charcoal, but the few candles around the room provided enough light for him to reach the portrait guarding the entrance. Glancing around to make sure no one was around, Percy opened the portrait and headed out of Gryffindor Tower. He still had three hours before the breakfast feast. Classes would begin today, and Percy wasn't ready for them.

Percy carefully made his way out of Hogwarts and down to the Great Lake. Chiron sat in his wheelchair on the far side of the lake waiting. Percy approached his mentor who wasted no time in leaping out of his chair and thrusting a spear towards him. Anaklusmos slashed out in the blink of an eye paring the spear to the side.

Chiron, now in his true form, continued to thrust and jab at Percy with both ends of the spear. The two sparred as though expert dancers. Percy spun carefully around as the spear came towards him and, in one fluid motion, launched himself into the air landing a solid kick on Chiron's right flank. The centaur stumbled backwards and made to lunge at Percy again when the sun poked its head over the top of the Forbidden Forest. Chiron eyed the light and returned to his wheelchair.

"That's enough for this morning," he said. "Your footwork is better today, but you still need to focus more."

Percy wiped the sweat off his forehead and capped Anaklusmos. "I found the kid I'm supposed to help."

Chiron's eyes widened. "Really? Who is it?"

"It's Harry," Percy said with a grin.

"Har-Wait, you mean our neighbor Harry?" asked Chiron incredulously. Percy nodded his head.

"Yep! Spoke with him last night."

"What did you tell him?"

"I didn't really tell him anything. Dumbledore did it all."

"Really? How did he take that?"

"Pretty well," said Percy. "It was a lot to take in, but I think he believes me."

Chiron nodded. "That's good. Now you better hurry up. Breakfast is in a little over an hour, and you have to run five laps."

Percy groaned but said farewell to Chiron as he began running around the lake. After five full laps around the large lake, Percy collapsed into the water. Not for the first time, Percy was glad to be the son of Poseidon. The water was not cold despite the cool morning; rather, it was refreshing. Immediately, Percy felt rejuvenated and ready to face the day. He would need it since he was about to start classes in a world he was hopelessly unprepared for. Seeing the sun's rays higher in the sky, Percy emerged from the lake completely dry and made his way back into the castle. What he never noticed was a certain fiery red haired girl watching him from her dorm window.

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Harry sat down at the table across from Ron and Hermione and grinned at them. "I have some awesome news."

"What's going on, Harry?"

"Remember my neighbor I told you about?"

Hermione nodded. "The American across the street?"

Harry nodded. "Well it turns out that he's here at Hogwarts!"

Hermione's eyes widened in recognition. "Wait, what was his name again?"

"Percy Jackson," Harry said grinning. Ron choked on his food.

"Percy?" Ron rasped out. "The bloke that made Hermione and Ginny go bonkers?"

Hermione pursed her lips and smacked Ron on the back. Harry chuckled and nodded.

"Yep! That's him. I met him in Dumbledore's office."

"That's incredible!" Hermione said genuinely happy to see Harry smiling. "I'm glad that you finally have someone living near you. He got sorted into Gryffindor didn't he?"

"Who got sorted into Gryffindor?" asked Ginny as she sat down beside Hermione.

"Good morning," Hermione said with a smile. "We were talking about Harry's neighbor, Percy. It turns out he's the guy we saw in Diagon Alley."

"That's incredible, Harry," Ginny exclaimed. "Is he nice?"

"Why do you want to know?" retorted Ron. "Are you going to go and blush all over him?"

Before Ginny could retort, Percy stepped into Great Hall. Harry waved him over, and the tall boy walked over and sat down beside Harry. He awkwardly glanced at the three across from him.

"Umm, hello," he said. "Name's Percy."

Harry bit back a laugh at the looks on his friend's faces-especially Ron. "Percy these are my friends, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny."

Percy blushed at hearing Hermione and Ginny's names. He wasn't exactly sure what to do with himself. "Nice to meet you all. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine."

Hermione and Ginny smiled warmly at him though Ron simply eyed him.

"Harry said that you moved here just this summer from America?" asked Hermione. Percy, glad for conversation starter, nodded.

"Just about a week ago actually. My step-dad got a job teaching at King's College in London," Percy explained. Hermione's eyes widened.

"Your step-dad is a college professor?" she asked excitedly.

"Yep. He teaches history. He used to teach English in high school, but he's always had a passion for history."

"That must be so awesome!" Harry, Ginny, and Ron rolled their eyes at their friend.

"I wouldn't really know," Percy said with a chuckle. "I have ADHD and dyslexia so school isn't exactly my favorite thing in the world."

Ron and Ginny cocked their heads at him.

"What's ADHD and dyslexia?" asked Ginny.

"ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder," explained Hermione. "It means that it is very difficult to focus on something for very long. People with ADHD are really active and move around all the time."

"What about that other one?" asked Ron.

"Dyslexia basically makes reading comprehension difficult," said Percy. It was oversimplified, but he didn't really think he needed to explain that the reason he had both was due to being a demigod.

"So school must be pretty difficult for you," said Ginny. Percy shrugged.

"You could say that."

"Percy was expelled from six different schools," said Harry with a grin. Percy glared at him and gave him a good natured shove. Hermione looked absolutely offended.

"Expelled from six schools?!" she cried out. Percy shrugged with a small smile.

"I never did anything on purpose...things just happened."

"Like what?" asked Ron curiously. He finally grinned at meeting someone else who disliked school as much as him.

"I may have..." Percy coughed, "I may have accidentally fired a cannon at the school bus on a field trip..."

Harry, Ron, and Ginny roared in laughter while Hermione looked like she was about to faint. Percy shrugged.

"What? It was an accident!"

Before Hermione could yell at him, Professor McGonagall walked by and handed them each their timetables. Percy looked at the stone for a moment trying to read it.

"What do you have first?" asked Ginny. Percy looked up at her and blushed slightly.

"Sorry, my mind isn't focused right. Could you read it?"

Ginny smiled and nodded taking the tablet from him. She read through it carefully and handed it back. "You have double Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall first. Class starts in just twenty minutes so you should get moving."

Percy took the tablet back and grinned at her. "Thanks, I owe you one. Nice to meet you three. See you all later. See ya, Harry."

Harry and the others waved goodbye to Percy who rushed over to the Weasley twins and followed them out of the Hall.

"What did you guys think of him?" asked Harry.

Ron shrugged. "Seems like a decent bloke."

The girls rolled their eyes but agreed. Harry grinned. He was glad that his best friends liked Percy. Dumbledore had been right; Harry did not trust easily, but there was something about Percy that made him the exception to that. Perhaps it was the many similarities the two shared. Whatever it was, Harry was determined to learn more about his new friend's past. There had to be a reason why the gods would chose Percy of all people, and Harry was determined to learn what. The only question was whether or not he should tell Hermione and Ron about it.

A/N: I'm back! I said I would publish the next chapter in December and here it is. I would have published it earlier, but fun story: my computer broke. Not only did it break, when I got it repaired, the technician screwed up so I had to take it back again for repair. Two weeks of December I didn't have my computer. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

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