Chapter 1-A Strange Dream

Disclaimer

Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, and Trials of Apollo are owned by Rick Riordan and Harry Potter is owned by J.K Rowling. I do not own the characters from these books.

Author's Note

This is my first story/fanfiction/book. I spent a lot of time on this. Any helpful criticism and corrections are appreciated.

This story is written in third-person P.O.V (point of view), like the Heroes of Olympus. It alternates between the demigods' and the wizards' perspective.

This was originally published on Wattpad, so some things might be Wattpad-specific.

I don't have a regular upload schedule, but you can expect a chapter or two every month.

⁕ Things to note: ⁕

⁕Everyone who is dead is dead⁕

⁕McGonagall is Headmistress of Hogwarts.⁕

⁕Wizards and witches can see through the Mist(mostly), like demigods, because they're not regular mortals.⁕

⁕Harry Potter takes place in the 1990s and Percy Jackson takes place in the 2000s but in this story, they're in the same timeline.⁕

⁕Demigods and wizards/witches are equally powerful.⁕

Wattpad version: story/225082935-demigods-meet-wizards-fates-collide-a-pjo-hp

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this story.

P.S This chapter may be a tad bit uninteresting, but please bear with it.

~ HOPE YOU LIKE READING~

PERCY JACKSON'S
P.O.V

Percy Jackson was tossing and turning in his bed.

In his dream, he saw a castle. A majestic and huge one, situated in a valley. It was extremely tall, more than five stories high, with numerous high towers. It looked pretty scary-looking, looming over the land.

The dream zoomed in on a very large hall inside the castle. Dead bodies were strewn across the floor. It looked like a battlefield.

Hundreds of people were standing in the hall, facing each other, like they were battling. They didn't hold guns or swords or any type of weapon, but most of them held pointy carved wooden sticks. Streaks of colourful light blasted from the sticks. Percy saw a white streak of light hit a person in a corner of the hall. He stopped moving and crumpled to the floor, paralyzed. His arms and legs and body straightened as he hit the ground.

Wow. Percy definitely didn't want to get hit by that.

The main focus was on two people standing in the middle of the hall, facing each other. Both of them also held carved sticks.

The taller one looked like a skeleton. He was bald and had greyish skin, with scarlet eyes. In the place where his nose was supposed to be, there were two slits. He didn't look like a living person at all. More like a ghost from the Underworld. Creepy.

Percy shuddered at the thought of that. He'd had his share of returned spirits, and wasn't eager to face them again.

The other person was a teenager about sixteen or seventeen. He had untidy black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses. The boy had cuts all over his face. He had a scar on his forehead...a lightning bolt-shaped scar.

The two were obviously enemies. They were both moving sideways in a circle. They seemed to be shouting at each other, judging from the movements of their mouths, though Percy couldn't hear anything in his dream.

They raised their sticks, pointing them at each other. Both of them shouted something. A streak of red light appeared from the boy's stick. Another streak of green light appeared at the same time from the skeleton dude's stick.

The two streaks of colourful light collided together. Golden flames erupted at the middle at the two streaks of light, where they collided, in the dead centre of the circle the two had been treading. Percy could feel the intense power radiating from the lights.

In a split second, the green light rebounded. It hit the skeleton dude.

The stick he had held flew out of his hand, dark against the sunrise. And the boy caught it in his hand.

The skeleton dude fell backward, arms splayed. His dead body fell to the floor.

But before his body could touch the ground, everything stopped moving.

The skeleton dude's body froze in mid-air. The teenager didn't move. Everyone else also froze in their poses.

'Percy Jackson.' a feminine voice said. It reverberated from all around him, like the voice of Gaea. But it wasn't Gaea, though the voice was vaguely familiar. Percy was sure he had heard this voice before, but he couldn't quite place who it was.

'You insufferable demigods,' the voice sneered, 'You will meet your doom.'

A small part of Percy's brain thought, What's new?

'Soon,' whispered the voice.

The whole scene exploded with blue and green rays of light.

And then Percy awoke with a start.

He sat on his bed for a while, thinking about his dream. Mostly he thought about the voice, wondering if it had anything to do with Chiron calling them to camp. Then he heard a knock on the cabin door.

'Percy?' Annabeth's voice rang out.

'Yeah, I'm here.'

'The council meeting is starting now,' she said.

'Seriously?' Percy looked at the clock. 'At four in the morning?'

'It's early for me too, Percy. But there's a reason Chiron called us from New Rome.' Annabeth tried to stifle a yawn. 'We're going on another quest. '

A/N

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Published on 12/12/2020.