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A/N: Hello! I'm back with the third chapter!

So, this chapter sees the first time our demigods visit the Wizarding World, and also sees us getting our prophecy!

This is the last chapter for a while with Demigods outside of our questers.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Prophetic Sorcery

Percy POV

I awoke in the infirmary, relaxed, refreshed. Annabeth sat next to me, asleep in a wicker chair. I was in a new camp shirt and jeans, with some blue socks too. My stomach growled.

'Percy!' Annabeth cried, suddenly awake. 'I thought you were dead! Never do that to me again.'

'Alright, wise girl, what day is it?'

'August 21st, seaweed brain,' she replied. 'Three days since your disappearance, a day since your reappearance.'

'Alright, that means I haven't eaten in three days. Is it nearly breakfast?'

'Breakfast?' she snorted. 'It's about to be lunch!'

I shot up. I needed food. I kicked on a pair of shoes, and went pounding down to the pavilion. That, it turns out, wasn't such a good idea.

The second I had left the infirmary, I was swarmed. A good dozen or so campers who I knew only by name swarmed me, hugging and celebrating my arrival. I heard a deep thud, and turned just in time to see Tyson's grinning face charging towards me, and I soon found myself trapped in an enormous bear hug, followed by a bleating Grover. A second later, I was embraced in icy shadows, then sitting at the Poseidon table with Nico.

'Thanks, mate,' I said at last. 'I owe you one.'

'OK, then,' Nico said, before grinning. 'You have to take me to your next quest, starting next month.' I frowned at him, confused. What new quest? I had no quest!

I looked up at the head table, Chiron giving me a friendly smile in return. Beside him was a bored looking Mr D, along with the wizards - apart from Moody, though I couldn't say I cared. Rachel was also there, whom Nico told me was the new Oracle of Delphi. I sat down at the table, willing my goblet full of blue Pepsi, and summoned a burger on the plate. I must have eaten at least half a dozen rounds, I was so hungry. By the time I was nearly finished, I realised the rest of those present were looking at me expectantly. I ate a bit quicker from then on.

'Now that Percy has eradicated his hunger, I would like to welcome him back to Camp,' Chiron said at last, leading to a large round of applause, from even the Ares cabin. 'It is very good to have you back, and your bravery on Olympus has not gone unnoticed by even the gods.' That was a surprise. They never seemed to notice anything. 'Now, as you all know, our guests are not Demigods, but Wizards, the blessed people of Athena. As such, we are part of their society once again. To solidify our connection, we shall send a competitor to a tournament at their school. Whomever shall be chosen, and their companions, shall be taught how to use the form of magic within you. Older Campers may also get the chance sometime in the future. Now, there are only a few potential candidates, the best of the best, shall we say. Demigods powerful, or in one case wise, enough are Nico di Angelo, Clarisse La Rue, Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood and, of course, Percy Jackson. If any of the following wish to enter this dangerous tournament, they must make their way to the arena a-'

Chiron was cut off from his speech, for Rachel had become enveloped in a thick green fog - a prophecy. The fog condensed into two forms - a middle aged woman with frizzy hair and goggles, and a young boy with messy black hair, and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

Albus stood up, face pale. 'That's impossible. That's Sybil - Sybil Trelawney, and H-h-harry Potter!' The other wizards (and witch) were equally shocked. Even Mad-Eye had returned to watch the prophecy.

The one identified as 'Sybil' (ironic) spoke first.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches

Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies

And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not

And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.'

Dumbledore's jaw dropped. 'That prophecy was given fourteen years ago. It's about Harry.'

The other, Harry spoke next, unmistakably looking at Percy.

'Seaborn, Child of the Storm, Hero of Olympus,

A new journey begins,

The scarred child defended, the Dark Lord thwarted,

The games reborn, Three, Four and Five,

Fatal Wisdom shall aid,

The Horseman shall stalk

Poseidon's son, the new world awaits.'

I could feel all the eyes upon me. There was no mistaking who that was for. 'When do I start,' I sighed.

I hate portkeys. I said it. They are vile, they are sickening. But hey, we get to visit London.

After we had packed up our things from camp, Annabeth, Nico and I made our way to the wizards. We were the representatives of Camp, with me as the champion for this 'Triwizard Tournament'. Stupid name. There were going to be four schools. I guess 'Quadwizard' doesn't have the same ring to it.

Anyway, they had given us a length of rope, and BOOM, we were standing in a large alley, enclosed on all sides with shops such as 'Quality Quidditch Supplies', and a bookshop called 'Flourish and Blott's'. Thankfully, we wouldn't be going to the latter, for the books had already been arranged during my trip to the infirmary, as well as the potions equipment. Nor would we have to go clothes shopping- we were to wear the camp shirt and jeans. Apparently, a coat or jacket wasn't required, due to heating charms, but I brought one just in case. I mean, we were going to Scotland. No, we only needed to come for a wand, and a broom for me, in case it was required in the tournament. Apparently, I was allowed to fly on that - Zeus would let me off.

'Welcome,' Dumbledore said dramatically, 'to Diagon Alley.'

I was shocked at how many brooms and styles they had. It was almost like they were bikes! In the end, the wizards paid for the latest, most expensive one - the Firebolt. Seemed fun, being able to fly under my own control, without fear of Zeus.

Our next stop was the shop 'Ollivander's', to get some wands. The elderly man seemed to know his stuff, and we came out with wands reflecting our abilities. Nico ended up with a wand made of Italian, or mourning, Cypress, with the core made from a feather of an undead pegasus, a thestral. Annabeth ended up with an olive wand and a feather of an Athenian Owl, a magical owl. I ended up with a custom made Willow wand (closely connected to water) and a feather from Blackjack, my Pegasus, for none of the available wands matched.

We made our way to the leaky Cauldron, the local pub and inn, and began studying our magic.

'The key to utilising a Demigod's magic,' Chiron had said, 'Is to focus on what you want it to do, and force that intention through your wand. For Wizardkind, they have to craft it with words, but for you? Will and Imagination are key.' He had gone on to say that this did not apply to potions, and we should attend the classes for inspiration, going along with the fourth years as they had several strange spells. 'Though,' he had added. 'It is mainly because Albus was oddly insistent on you joining that year, despite being the equivalent of a sixth year.'

This proved more difficult than it first sounded. We spent weeks trying to even feel our magic to apply our will to it, but it eluded us. Surprisingly, it had been me who had found it first. Shacklebolt, our supervisor, had suggested meditation, for that was what animagi did to find their animal form. Animal form sounded cool, but I did not trust my ability to control it.

In the following few weeks, we spent hours meditating, searching in our mental plane for that spark of magic. I tried several forms for my mental plane. I tried Camp. I tried Montauk. I even tried (desperately) a library. But none of them worked.

But on one try, imagining a simple beach, I found it. Surrounded by lapping waves, I expanded my senses throughout water, trying to find anything that could be magical. And I did. I found a lever, which on closer inspection was labeled 'Magic'. Huh. I pulled it, and my mental plane collapsed around me. I was standing back in our room, and suddenly felt a connection with my magic. My mind seemed to place it into my gut, just like whenever I overexerted my power. Cautiously, I focussed on creating a glowing ball and pushed that ball through the wand, starting from my gut. Sure enough, a blinding ball of light quickly emerged.

'Whoa,' I muttered to no-one in particular. Annabeth was soon to connect, after picturing a library, and Nico after that, thinking of a graveyard. We spent the next few days strengthening our control and connection. We would be ready, for we were determined.

At some point during our stay, we went for a walk down Diagon Alley. This in itself was not out of the ordinary - indeed, this was nearly a daily occurrence. This time, however, stood out.

We had stopped off to look at the Quidditch shop, the new sport I would be getting into (though I promised myself I would try to introduce Capture the Flag), when there was a sudden noise, a sort of ear splitting crack. We whipped round, instincts screaming, to find a man in a black, swirling cloak. His body was coated in full, gleaming body armour. Covering his face was a steel mask: a mask of a snarling wolf, resembling particularly the Dire Wolf of myth - its fangs were just slightly too long.

He turned to face the crowd. 'I am Horseman Wolf,' he growled, mask distorting his voice. 'The Dark Lord gives his regards.' He raised a gauntlet, which began to glow, and a burst of energy was released, shattering windows. Somebody screamed. Soon the entire crowd was panicking, running around like headless chickens. I sighed.

I walked towards the man, calmly. 'Yo, Wolfy!'

His head whipped round to face me. I subtly fished Riptide out of my pocket. 'Foolish boy,' he growled. He raised his gauntlet again.

I leapt towards him, uncapping Riptide, and slammed the hilt into the gauntlet, throwing the energy into the sky. He growled again, and outstretched his arms. Gleaming silver claws extended, and he swung around to face me. I whirled around, blocking each stroke. I saw Annabeth jump in, dagger gleaming, hacking at his back. I saw Nico vanish, only to reappear above, blade chilling the air. I saw skeletons burst from the ground, lunging at the Horseman. I remained holding his focus, though his attacks were slower. I saw Annabeth duck under a wild swing. I saw Nico stumble backwards, exhausted. I kicked off of a wall, spinning through the air. My strike struck him across the shoulder, and a plate of armour came loose. Not losing a moment, I landed softly, and drove my blade into the exposed flesh.

He gave a howl of agony. Good to know celestial bronze works on wizards. He stumbled backwards, and his claws retracted. He gripped the edge of his cape, and whirled it around him. The cloak collapsed, and there was no sign of the man, just the swirling fabric.

Interesting. The prophecy had begun.

Shacklebolt POV

Those three were an enigma. Beings of myth, struggling at everyday magic, yet standing their ground against what was in essence a trained assassin. Of course, their progress was incredible: within days of discovering their magic, they were flinging Stinging Hexes like no mage their age.

I pulled out a small notepad - department issue - and began my secondary mission. Analyse the children, I was told, form a basic report. Find their skills and weaknesses, or at least a rough estimate.

Annabeth seemed the easiest to understand. She was clearly highly intelligent, with a thirst for knowledge, with a steady head on her shoulders. She clearly found the chaos of magic slightly confusing, and was trying to find what made magic tick. She insisted there must be some kind of radiation allowing for magic - she just had to find it. She argued that if magic disrupted electricity, it must be a tangible force. She was often interrupted by Percy. She seemed to be attracted to Percy, who either does not share the feeling or (which I personally believe) simply does not realise. She carries a small bronze dagger, easily concealed, and can use it extremely well. I would not want to be on the receiving end of the blade, even if it was a practice duel.

A. Chase
M - Athena
Demigod is well trained, particularly with her dagger, and is also extremely logical and intelligent, with a thirst for knowledge, albeit with no powers beyond magic and intelligence. Uncomfortable in situations that do not follow logic/scientific laws. Appears to be attracted to fellow demigod P. Jackson. She also possesses the means of invisibility.

Of course, I could have put down her ADHD and Dyslexia, but ADHD seemed to possibly be a strength, and Dyslexia was neither here nor there in the magical world.

Nico was slightly harder to read. He was much more withdrawn, with a fairly dark mood most of the time - one could almost call him an emo. He could be quite goofy when he thought I was away, but seemed reluctant to open up to many people. He seems quite proficient at what he called 'Shadow Travel', and also at summoning small skeletons, but he tires quickly. He has a wicked black blade that emanates darkness and a slight chill, and is clearly skilled with it.

N. di Angelo
F - Hades
Demigod is withdrawn and fairly hostile to strangers, and has little control over their anger. Has had to be held back from threatening a man selling amulets made of human bone. Fledgling Necromancer and Umbrakinetic, naturally skilled but with little stamina. Appears to hold grudges. Has a supernatural black blade that appears to mimic a dementor, and is extremely skilled with it.

I had no clue what to think of Percy. He seemed to be quite a sassy, goofy young man, who doesn't take much seriously. Yet he is also very determined, the first to reach their magic. He wasn't especially intelligent, but he was wise. He could apply what he did know to great effect. He was clearly a born leader. He was also a born fighter, his strange pen-sword swinging fluidly, like an extension of his limbs. Fighting was in his blood, clearly mimicking the ocean with its fluidity.

And yet he had a whole other side, even more separate from his initial persona, yet not completely separate from the second. He sometimes took on a faraway look, a wary look - the look of an old soldier. I'd seen Dumbledore look like that, and Scamander. Mad-Eye not so much - he was far more paranoid. But on a boy this young? It was shocking. I constantly had to remind myself that this boy had led an army into a war.

But in all these faces, I saw trust. I could tell he was not easily trusting, but he was loyal, and trusted completely those he deemed worthy of it. He seemed the type to believe in second chances, and not to feel superior.

I have heard slight mentions of his aquatic abilities, but the tales seem, well, reduced. Like he wasn't proud of his power - embarrassed, possibly. I could tell he was powerful - no doubt about that. Yet I could not gage it. How can one measure the unspoken, the power one has never seen? You can't.

P. Jackson
F - Poseidon
Complex subject. Not extremely intelligent, but wise. Born leader, born fighter. Extremely proficient with a blade. Extremely loyal to his friends. Aquatic ability unknown. Limits unknown.

Unknown POV 1

The Three Horseman lie in waiting. The Dark Lord shall rise again, and the three of us shall raise him. One, the wolf, and an agent of destruction, striking from the shadows, seen only by the Dark Lord and his pathetic pet, Pettigrew. Another, the fox, entrenched within the Light's front lines, preparing the boy. And then there is I, the snake. The poison at the centre of the ministry, the infiltrator, the corruptor. I looked over the document in hand.

Limits unknown.

It was just getting interesting.

A/N: Percy! Nico! Annabeth! The questers are united!

So yeah, Three Horseman, whoo! This is the first actually sighting of the main plot, and I hope you enjoy my twist.

How did you like the Shacklebolt POV, where he analyses the demigods? Its not something I've done before.

Please Review, send OCs and give me sub-plots! It really helps improve the story. Also, PMs are welcome.

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