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A/N: I'm back again with the second chapter of my second story! Whoop whoop!

In this chapter, we finally get to see the demigods and wizards meet, and it is one of the only chapters set in Camp.

Reviews!

Kurama49 and guest - I have updated the previous chapter to explain the timeline.

Zariah - Thank you for your OC contribution, it is planned to be used in Chapter 5, so stick around till then, yeah? Also, to clarify on what a minor OC is:

- They will not appear often, maybe only two or three times

- They will all be wizards/witches, no demigods (For your OC, I have just edited all demigod stuff out)

- They will not have any pairings with major characters, but OCs and minor characters are fine (So an OC may be dating Parvati or Bem, for instance)

- All OCs will get a cameo at the Yule Ball

- They will not affect the story in any major way

Thank you for reading my story, and enjoy the next chapter!

Edit: Thanks to a Guest review, I have realised I have completely ignored the demigods violent tendencies when it comes to them interacting with the Wizards. I have updated the chapter to fix that.

Chapter 2: The Fallen Child

3rd POV

Dumbledore was a very busy man. Throughout his life, he had cut off many of his former friends and students, focusing instead on the Greater Good, being the Leader of the Light.

Since the arrival of young Harry to the Wizarding World, this workload had been doubled. The emergence of Voldemort, the finding of his Horcrux and the innocence of Sirius Black - the Wizarding World's security was threatened. He had to devote all time and energy into preparing Harry - preparing him for his prophesied clash with Voldemort. And now, in all likelihood, the boy was soon to be drafted into the Triwizard Tournament, coming to Hogwarts this year.

Such severing of connections is why the letter he had just received was such a shocking idea. It came from a loyal, former friend and ally, a companion through the war with Grindelwald. Addressed to him and the Aurors, Scamander was requesting their presence in New York. It must be urgent, or else Scamander would never have tried to contact him.

Dumbledore sighed in exasperation. Yet another interruption to his manipulations. He got up, and started to cast the Portkey enchantments onto a brick concealed in his desk. Today was going to be quite tiring, it seemed.

Dumbledore spun into existence in a small alleyway beside his old friend, Amelia Bones, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Alastor Moody. As soon as he appeared, he began to cast shielding charms - it would now be impossible for any to enter this space, nor even see anybody there.

'Albus, it's so good to see you,' Newt said, shaking his hand vigorously.

'I was thinking you'd never turn up,' Mad-Eye grunted. 'You gotta hear what Mr Scamander's got to say. It's reaching the paper tomorrow, but we need yer expertise.'

'Well, I'm here,' Dumbledore replied, slightly irritated. 'Now, what is so important that it requires my presence.'

'So, Albus,' Newt said. 'I was in New York to pick up a Hippogriff from a man by the name of Padfoot. I got it, but the man was cloaked in shadow. Anyway, that isn't the important bit. I was in the town, and all the Muggles just collapsed - asleep. And then hundreds of magical beasts and tribes came marching into war - against a bunch of kids and a lone centaur!' Ah. That must be Chiron and his students.

Albus had known about that realm for quite some time, with him and Chiron keeping a mutual eye upon each other. At the fall of the Plantagenet's, the two worlds - Greek and Wizarding, were forced into hiding. Demigods and Gods faded into legend, with only Chiron and the Headmaster of Hogwarts knowing about the others' existence. There was some sort of connection between the two worlds, but Chiron was not willing to explain. And now it seemed the Worlds were about to rediscover each other.

'But then I saw it,' Newt continued. 'Aa floating, burning city, flickering in and out of existence. And it's not magical New York - that's underground. And two specks fell out, and one exploded, causing all this damage. Whatever did this is incredibly powerful, Albus, and we need to find them.'

Albus just stood there. What was he to do? He was sworn on the Styx not to reveal the other world, but it seemed inevitable. Fortunately for him, his dilemma was solved for him.

Newt's eyes widened, and the Aurors stood on guard, staring behind him. Whipping round, Dumbledore was just in time to see a tumbling ball of flames, steadily growing bigger. Within seconds, it reached them, suspended in the air, held up by the wards.

It was a boy, he realised. A boy on fire, in a tattered orange shirt, and ripped jeans. He was barefoot, but had no scratches or burns, just a few old scars. His skin was glowing a soft gold, practically humming with power.

He was not held there for long, however. The invisible shields began to glow a scarlet red, and visible cracks of blue light spread throughout. The boy himself began to glow a dim red, encompassing all exposed flesh. Then, with an audible crash, the wards gave way, and the energy around the boy exploded, knocking them all off of their feet. The boy crashed into the ground, cracking it, skiing scraping against the uneven ground.

Albus was the first back up, rushing over to the boy. A faint bronze glow rose off of him, quickly dissipating, and his exposed skin was raked with thin, bloody cuts and scrapes. Overall, the boy seemed fine, but unconscious - possibly in a coma. The boy was covered in a thin layer of frost, yet was warm to touch, feverish, even. It was strange, Dumbledore thought. He had never seen anything like it.

'He's one of them!' Newt exclaimed, pointing at the shirt. 'All the children were wearing one of those, with the words 'Camp Half Blood' in Greek, and a symbol beneath.'

'Well,' Amelia said at last. 'We'll have to nurse him back to health, and investigate later. Kingsley, can you find us a Hotel? This might take a while.'

Percy POV

Oh, that hurt. I lay there, exhausted, bruised and broken. What happened this time? I beat the Minotaur - Kronos!

My eyes shot open, and I tried to lean up, letting out a drawn out groan, and settled against the backrest of the bed I was in. Wait, where was I? I was in a rather large room, quite well furnished. I seemed to be in a hotel. I heard a door creak, and subsequent footsteps. It wasn't Grover, or Tyson. Could it be Annabeth, or Nico?

It wasn't. It was a middle aged man in a blue coat, clutching quite a battered suitcase. Behind him was a lady in a black outfit, and an African man in traditional purple robes. Coming in behind was a heavily scarred man, with a mechanical eye and a peg leg. They made quite the odd bunch. Though, with a Satyr and a Cyclops for companions, I couldn't say anything. Following them in came an elderly man, in long, silvery-blue robes. It took me a moment to place where I had seen him.

'Abe?' I said in astonishment. Abe was the muggle with clear sight to whom Camp was registered, for legal reasons. I had seen him several times, but never spoken to him myself.

'Abe?' the woman said with a raised eyebrow.

'I am under oath, Amelia. I am sorry, but I cannot tell you anything.'

'Well, can this boy? He seems to know you,' the scarred man growled

'Yes, Mad-Eye,' Abe sighed. He turned to me. 'I do not believe we have been introduced. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and these are Kingsley Shacklebolt, Amelia Bones, Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody and Newt Scamander.'

'Percy Jackson,' I looked around at them. So, he was clearly not an ordinary muggle, like we thought. He even seemed to recognise my name. Chiron must have told him something.

The one name Mad-Eye hobbled forward. 'I thought you said you knew 'im. How do you know him?' The man seemed a little unhinged.

'Uh, I know him from a camp I go to,' I replied awkwardly. 'He owns the farm it's based at, and sometimes visits to see C- Mr Brunner.'

'A farm? I didn't know you owned a farm,' the man named Newt said. He turned back to me. 'Is this camp called 'Camp Half-Blood, by any chance.'

I gaped at him. 'How do you know about that?'

He pointed at my ruined shirt. 'It says on their, in Greek. Ancient Greek.'

Amelia Bones stepped forward. 'As an Auror, I demand you take me to this Camp.'

'Auror?' What on earth was an Auror?

'An Auror! How can you not know what an Auror is?' she sighed in exasperation.

'Amelia,' Albus said softly. 'He's not a wizard.'

Amelia whipped round to face him. 'Of course he's a wizard - how else did he survive this fall?' Wizards? Was this some sort of hidden sect of Demigods? Could my life get any stranger? I did not know the answer to either question.

Abe - no, Albus - turned to face me. 'Aurors' are a kind of international police. And yes we are wizards. Just take us to your camp. I was told to allow such a collision if it became the last option.' I sat there blinking. Slowly, I nodded.

Chiron POV

I had failed. Two days prior, the victory should have been glorious. It wasn't. Perseus, lost, dead, I had failed my student. Today, the funeral of the Hero. A beautiful shroud, crafted by Tyson, Grover, Annabeth and Nico. Waves of blue, blinding white Pegasi. But it was missing my body.

The final funeral, for our most honoured Camper. I made my way to the campfire, torch in hand. 'This is the second time a funeral has been held for young Perseus.' There were a few feeble attempts at smiling there, none successful. 'But, alas, this time, it is real.' I looked over at the crowd. Annabeth was sobbing, held by a morose Nico. Tyson trembled slightly, and Grover rocked back and forth. Thalia stood to the side, tears rolling down her cheeks. All the other campers were equally depressed. 'In a moment, a few friends will come up to do their speeches, but first, I would like to say a few words. A Demigod's life is one of misery, none more so than Perseus 'Percy' Jackson. Subject to a prophecy from birth, he lived a Hero, died a Saviour of Olympus. He was truly the best of us. Now, if Annabeth could come up to-'

To everyone's surprise, I was interrupted by the sound of a car horn, followed by a large van hurtling towards us. We scattered, and the van spun to a stop, crushing both shroud and campfire. The door burst open, and out came Albus, undisguised. I sighed. I should have realised this would happen. We were surely to be discovered. Out of the passenger came a man I knew to be Alastor Moody, and a lady named Amelia Bones.

'Hands in the air!' Bones yelled. 'You are under arrest for Magical Terrorism!'

'Amelia,' Albus sighed. 'Here him out first.' He went to sit down, and then whipped back round to face her. 'And if you want the best result, show them our 'guest'.' I frowned. That didn't sound good.

'Kingsley,' she called. That must be Shacklebolt. 'You can come out now.'

The back doors burst open, and the African wizard came out, supporting a very battered young man, covered in scrapes, clothes in tatters.

'PERCY!'

Percy POV

Kingsley hoisted me up, supporting me, and pulled me out of the van. I squinted through the sudden burst of sunlight. All around me, campers stood staring, shocked. It made sense, really. I had been missing for two whole days! They must have thought I was dead. I looked down. A shroud had been run over, blue and white. It's mine, I realised in shock.

'PERCY!' I looked up to see Annabeth sprinting towards me, eyes bloodshot and puffy.

'Stupefy!' Mad-Eye grunted, and a red bolt was launched from his cane. It collided with her, knocking her unconscious.

'Annabeth,' I groaned, in agony.

'It's simple, centaur,' Amelia said calmly. 'The boy is quite safe, but he shall only be returned to you when you explain what in Merlin's name is going on.'

Chiron sighed. 'My name is Chiron, and I am 2,800 years old. I have seen civilisations rise and collapse, many heroes' rise and death. I am a servant to the gods, and have dedicated my life to training Half-Bloods.'

'Half-Bloods,' Mad-Eye growled. 'Do you mean Demigods? They're a myth.'

'So am I, supposedly,' he replied. 'But I, and other centaurs, are no less real.'

'What does that have to do with your terrorism, and connection to Albus?' Amelia asked quietly.

'I will answer the second first,' Chiron said calmly. 'Wizards were once known as the Wise Men - where the name comes from. You know this, of course. But the reason for the name is that you are the blessed people of Athena, the goddess of Wisdom. The blessing is the blessing of magic. All demigods are capable of some sort of magic, but you have a slightly altered form.'

Whoa. This was all news to me.

'Back from between the Roman Empire and the Tudor dynasty, Demigods and Wizards lived in the same hidden world, for you are of myth also. But then the Tudor's came, and the Wizards were forced to retreat further, and the Demigods moved to America. The two realms became separated and lost to the myths of the other. And ever sense, I have kept an I upon whomever the Headmaster is, who is, at this point in time, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.'

'Huh,' Amelia said, frowning. 'That means, through your formal recognition, you are now under the power of the Ministry of Magic. Now, explain your actions two days ago.'

Chiron began to retell a tale. A tale of myth and monsters. The tale of me. He told the tale of the Lightning Thief. He told the tale of the Sea of Monsters. He told the tale of the Titan's Curse. He told the tale of the Battle of the Labyrinth. He told the tale of Kronos, and his invasion of Manhattan. 'And you see,' he said at the end. 'The boy whom I refer to sits just behind you.'

Amelia whipped round, eyes wide. 'How,' she murmured. She turned back to Chiron. 'But he had wounds - scrapes and cuts.'

Chiron frowned. 'I am not sure, but I think Achilles' Curse was destroyed by his entering your wards. However he lost it, it is gone. He is not immune to physical attacks any longer. I have held my end of the bargain - release him and revive Annabeth.'

Amelia frowned again. 'On one condition. You send a representative into the Wizarding World for an upcoming Tournament, to cement the connection.' Albus's eyes shot up.

There was outrage from the demigods.

Clarisse stood forward. 'Who are you who feels they have the right to control us, the children of the gods?'

There was a ringing cheer of agreement.

Clarisse's boyfriend, Chris, stood forward. 'Yeah. You may have your parlour tricks, but you cannot stand up to our might. How dare you command us so?' He levelled a sword at Amelia. 'If you do not relinquish your claims of authority, I will personally run you through with Lagoniko.' Lagoniko was Chris' is sword, Bloodhound in English.

'Demigods!' Chiron cried. 'It is the authority of Athena that they unwittingly command, an authority Zeus backs up. They are her chosen people, and Zeus commands that we allow some of their demands, including this one.' He sighed, turning to the wizards. 'We accept your command, as it comes with the power of Zeus.'

Shacklebolt released me, and I stumbled forward, collapsing onto the floor. Annabeth was quickly woken up, and she immediately charged me down, tears streaming down her face. She sat there in silence as an Apollo kid came over, leading me away to the infirmary. I was soon fast asleep, and for once, I had no dreams.

A/N: That's right, Percy no longer has the Achilles curse, and Dumbledore has known about demigods all along.

Apart from Percy, the others don't know this yet.

So yeah, next chapter will see the transition from PJO to HP, with them going to Diagon Alley!

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