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-Percy's POV-

It turns out I was right about demigod wizards. But I was baffled by who they actually were.

You see, after some sneaking around, reading, asking the ghosts, and consulting Professor Dumbledore, we had a practical Defense Against The Dark Arts. We were given wooden swords, and were supposed to fend against each other. The students whispered about it as the first students got up. They would keep fighting until they were worn out or until someone knocked their opponent's sword out of their hand. Soon, it was only me, Harry, Ron, Hermione, three random students, and Hazel. I got up and faced Harry. He gave me a triumphant smile and he got into a defensive position. I stood there, bored, as he charged toward me. I easily blocked and stabbed. He dodged and slashed at my chest. I ducked, blocked his attack, and whipped my sword up. Harry's sword clattered onto the ground. The class cheered, and Professor Lupin (yes, Lupin has returned!) gave me an encouraging smile. Harry glared at me.

Next, it was Hermione and Hazel, and they charged each other. Hermione was surprisingly decent, parrying and blocking. But, of course, Hazel dodged a stab and knocked Hermione's sword onto the ground. Ron managed to win against a student, and he acted like he was now Zeus. The prat.

After that, it was free time. I strutted back to the Gryffindor common room, and my senses sharpened. In the boy's dormitories was a bucket of water, resting on top of the slightly ajar door. It was easy to see who the culprit was, and Fred and George were sitting there, watching me. I rolled my eyes and I kicked open the door, and I willed the water bucket to rise and hurl itself at Fred and George. They were dumbfounded, soaking wet. Everyone laughed as I walked to the dormitories. Nobody can beat the Persassy Jackson!

Oh, right. The demigod wizards.

So when we were practicing in the dueling club, a storm began to form. It was raining lightly, and yet again, the Golden Trio approached us. "So, Death Eaters, we would like to know about your Dark Magic," jeered Harry. We all rolled our eyes, and I replied. "Dark Magic? You're kidding, right? We were born with those powers. For example, Leo always had enhancement over flames." Harry narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. Behind them, I could see Luna and Neville walking over. They were always friendly with us, even though they were good friends with Harry. Ron retorted, "Well, then, what's with the swords and whatnot? You were threatening to kill us!" I replied coolly, "Well, then, Ronald. First of all, you started this. Second of all, you're right, we aren't wizards. But we don't want to be you're enemies, either. I've seen what you can do, guys. We'd like to be allies, because we found out about a old enemy we have in our hands.

They looked shocked, but Hermione recovered quickly. "Old enemy?" she said sharply. "What do you mean by that?" I got a threatening note from owl post. An old enemy of ours is back, and has teamed up with Lord Voldemort." Ron flinched. Harry just looked surprised. Then he looked skeptical. "How do we know you aren't tricking us?" he said. I sighed exasperatedly. "I just told you who our enemies are. This Lord Volly-wart guy sounds bad enough, but combined with our old baddies? You'll never defeat all of them alone. You need us to help you. Now, listen up," my voice dropped down to a mutter. "I have my suspicions that some of the students here at Hogwarts are one of us. Help us find them, please."

Harry and the others thought for a moment. Then they all nodded. "Alright," declared Harry. "We accept that you are not Death Eaters, and we will help you find your… people." I nodded gratefully. Let's get to work!" I said, clapping my hands together. Then Neville did something unexpected. Vines and flowers blossomed around his feet. He picked up a nice rose and sniffed it. Then he looked up at us. "I've always been able to do this. It's why I love Herbology. Does this stuff mean I'm one of you?" Slowly, I nodded. Then a horrible thought crossed my mind. When I saw the flora and fauna, I thought that he was either a son or legacy of Demeter or Persephone. Maybe even a dryad or forest nymph. But what if he was a child of Gaea? It was bad enough with the Titans, but now the Earth Mother was back? No, I couldn't stand it. But the thing is, you could never tell with Neville. He was almost the Chosen One, and he really was a hero just like Harry.

Luna then demonstrated her abilities. She created a blast of blue, purple, and orange light from the sky, and she disappeared in a wisp of smoke. Then she suddenly appeared next to Hermione. I nodded. Probably Iris or maybe even Apollo.

*time*skip*dedicated*to*Rue*and*Thresh*

It was finally time. After announcing to the school that we were demigods, we managed to find a couple demigod wizards. We created some armor and weapons, and trained for days, addition to our schooling. I was constantly busy, finishing Transfiguration essays, ordering commands, and fighting alongside Hermione, Hazel, and Leo. Here's some of the demigod wizards:

Hermione Granger—daughter of Minerva

Luna Lovegood—daughter of Iris

Neville Longbottom—unknown, possibly legacy or son of Demeter/Ceres, or Persephone/Proserpina, or (shudder) Gaea

Dennis Creevey—legacy of Apollo (Roman)

Anthony Raymon—son of Hephaestus

Harry Potter—(surprisingly) legacy of Hecate

Hailey McNeil—daughter of Athena

Elizabeth Parkinson—daughter of Ares

Draco Malfoy—(surprisingly) legacy of Hermes and Hades (daughter of Hermes married son of Hades, eventually led to Malfoy family)

Anton Owler—(I got this name from a different story, so shout out to the story 'Demigod Turned Wizard') son of Mars

Spencer Owler—son of Ares (Mars came back in his Greek form)

Penny Gallintosh—daughter of Aphrodite

And yeah, much more! Anyways, we kept training and training, getting ready against the Titans and the Dark Lord.