"Nothing is predestined. The obstacles of your past can become the gateways that lead to new beginnings." ~ Ralph Blum

The sun lazily ascended in the sky, its brilliant rays reaching even the innermost corners of Percy's cabin. Groaning, he got up, feeling groggy. He splashed water from the fountain to clean his face. "Morning, Seaweed Brain," a familiar voice called out.

Percy pouted. "You too, Owl Head," he teased.

"Come on!" Annabeth said, pulling Percy by the arm. "Chiron has called an emergency meeting."

"This early?" Percy complained.

"It's nearly nine, Seaweed Brain."

"Still too early."

Before Percy could react, Annabeth leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "That wake you up?" she asked. It was only a peck, hardly lasting for more than a second, yet Percy found himself blushing all the same.

"Yeah," he replied quietly. Annabeth arched her eyebrow.

"Oh?" she asked, also quiet.

"Yeah," Percy replied, more firmly this time.

"Come on, then!" she hurried out of the room. "Don't keep Chiron waiting!"

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"Oh look! Loverboy's finally here," the snarky voice of Clarisse, daughter of Ares, rang out.

"Come now, no need for bickering," a kind and wise voice rang out, before Percy could reply. Chiron was standing, his back to the group, and his tail flickering from side to side, visibly nervous. Percy frowned, forgetting his grievance with Clarisse. What could possibly make Chiron so anxious? "We have urgent news to discuss," Chiron continued, breaking Percy's line of thought. Chiron sighed. "I am still not sure how to explain it to you. But…" Chiron sighed again.

"Did I miss anything?" Clovis' ever-sleepy voice called. "Hrngh, just… just wake me up when it's… over…" He began to sink into his armchair just then, asleep.

Chiron sighed again. "It seems as if… an anomaly appeared."

"An anomaly?" Annabeth asked, frowning. "Is it-"

"What I mean is that our… dimension seems to have colluded with another's," Chiron frowned, pausing. "It seems so impossible, so ridiculous."

"What do you mean?" Annabeth questioned.

"What I mean to say is that another dimension has crossed into ours. Its residents don't seem to notice anything wrong, and so we'd like to keep it that way, while also secretly breaking apart the two dimensions."

"I don't understand, what's wrong with the two dimensions coexisting?" Rachel Dare asked, turning around to look at Chiron. "After all, the Roman and Greek demigods managed to coexist and work in tandem, so I don't see the problem here."

"The problem is that the inhabitants are dangerous. They are a threat to the gods themselves. That's the information I was given by Zeus, anyways." He smiled humorlessly.

"What are the inhabitants called?" Percy asked.

Chiron stared at him for a moment before replying. "I believe they belong to… Hogwarts."

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The boy woke up with a start. It was the dark of night, and he was secure in his dorm. Relax, he told himself, taking a deep breath. He walked over to the window and threw the window shades open, gazing out to the expansive castle grounds. Putting on his glasses and pouring himself a cup of water, he tried to recall what he had just dreamed about. There was a centaur, and they were gathered around a Ping-Pong table, and they were talking about… gods? He frowned, trying to concentrate to no avail. How does this relate to Voldemort anyhow? He absentmindedly rubbed his scar.

He looked back over to his roommates. They were all sound asleep; one of them was snoring gently. He sighed, before retreating to his own bunk, putting his glasses back onto the shelf, and wishing–and not for the first time–that he had photographic memory. Then again, maybe not, he thought, sleepily. Just before falling asleep, the boy rubbed his scar again, almost as if for good luck. The scar was long and jagged, in the shape of a lightning bolt.

Spent half an hour trying to make a line before realizing there was a 'horizontal line' button.