CHAPTER 7

An Unexpected Arrival

Harry Potter and his friends traveled through the forest, their wands at the ready in case anyone were to attack them. Harry hoped that he was right to come here, otherwise, he'd regret it. Ron kept swatting at branches and leaves, trying to get through, it was thick.

"Guys, look!" Harry shouted behind him. He had been walking ahead and had spotted a significant looking hill up ahead. He walked up the hill, barely breathing. He realized he wasn't breathing right, and started to inhale and exhale slowly. Ron and Hermoine both caught up to him.

"Harry, what is it? I don't see any-" Hermoine trailed off mid-sentence. What the trio saw impressed them, and they lived in Hogwarts, for Pete's sake! Rolling hills turned into a valley, and Harry began to gawk. It was beautiful in a weird sort of way. To the east, he saw a canoe lake, glittery in the morning sun. To the west, he saw a Big Blue House, standing atop a hill. His eyes traveled farther and he was taken aback to see a wall with lava coming out of it. He saw many other things, like weird looking cabins in what looked to be a weird formation.

Harry was impressed, and slightly in awe. He'd seen the Wizarding World, but this was something else. It radiated with a different type of magic then he had felt at Hogwarts and London. It radiated with life and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Hermoine nudged Harry. "What are we supposed to do?" she asked. He looked at her, slightly confused. Hermoine always knew what to do, but she looked as confused as Ron was, and that wasn't something you saw every day, or at all. He sighed. "We need to find a boy named Percy Jackson, because I have a feeling something is going to happen soon," and Harry was right. Something was about to happen, but it wasn't what they were going to expect, and as they walked down the hill into the camp, Harry felt a tingle in the back of his neck. As if something, or someone, was watching him. He turned, but nothing was there. He frowned, turned back, and kept walking.

CAMP HALF-BLOOD: Percy Jackson's POV

Percy Jackson was tired. He had swum all the way back from London to warn an emerald green eyed, black haired, rimmed glasses boy of impending danger. That being Dumbledore, the vile headmaster of Hogwarts. How had he learned this, you asked? Well, let's see…

Flashback:

Percy was walking down the streets of Manhatten, his mind clear and the sky clear as well. He almost smiled. Was this going to be the day he was NOT going to be attacked by monsters? Oh boy, he hoped so. But this hope was short lived as he felt something terribly wrong.

His hand went to his jean pockets, feeling Riptide he clutched it, then in a sudden move, took it out and uncapped it, spinning around holding his sword to the throat of… a strange looking woman. She had these garnered claws, hooked nose, beady black eyes, and a stench that would have knocked out any mortal, and left an immortal or monster gibbering to their mommies. She pointed a crooked finger at Percy, and he pointed to himself. "Me?" he said aloud, giving a fake look of surprise.

The woman nodded, and beckoned him. The woman turned, and suddenly they were on top of a building. He couldn't tell what building, but he couldn't think of that right now as he literally almost fell over. "What do you want?" he asked. The woman didn't answer at first, then when she did, her voice was raspy. "Pereus Jackson, son of the sea god, Poseidon." he tightened his grip on Ripetide. No one knew his full name, and he would like to have kept it that way.

"I have come to warn you of a threat." Oh great, a threat. What else was new? Percy nodded along anyway. "What threat?" he asked. The woman's eyes were narrowed. "A man known as Dumbledore has been terrorising Europe for a long time, and has been playing a boy to kill a threat that would threaten his power. He is not a good man.

The woman frowned, then continued. "You must take the boy to Camp Half-Blood, he'll be on a beach in London. He has emerald green eyes and black hair, with rimmed glasses." Percy was a bit surprised. Wow, an immortal was actually being clear and consise. Was he dreaming. The woman glared. "No, you aren't dreaming, and not all immortals are vague," the woman sniffed.

"Who are you?" he asked. She smiled, her teeth crooked and yellow. "You'll find out soon enough," he glared. "Now go, go to London and protect the boy. Bring him to Camp Half-Blood, evil forces are at work here," she said, and he was so distracted by what she said, he didn't notice the smile appearing on her face.

He looked up and she was gone.

End of Flashback:

Percy shuddered as he relived the memory. Suddenly, he heard a commotion outside his cabin. He walked out and looked around when he suddenly saw…

TO BE CONTINUED!

(A/N:)

Hope you enjoy this! Took me a while, but I got it out.