This is set three years after the Giant War and right after the Battle of Hogwarts. I also botched the timeline to make it fit, I know Harry Potter happens way before Percy Jackson but otherwise, this wouldn't work. Also, I don't own anything.

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After the war, things were chaotic. With Voldemort defeated everyone, everything, and everyplace began recovering, all except for those many witches, wizards, and other magical entities who had lost loved ones at war.

The remaining death-eaters were captured and sent to Askaban, and a new minister of magic was chosen - Kingsley Shacklebolt. He was busy trying to 'patch the ministry up', as he put it, getting rid of all shreds of evidence of Voldemort's evil-doing. Dementors were gotten rid of and no longer used.

During all this chaos, Harry Potter moved in with the Weasleys to the newly-constructed Burrow. It wasn't a permanent stay, of course. It was only until Harry found a place of his own.

You couldn't say, things went back to normal because they didn't. They were at peace, at last, but not at peace mentally as they were of Voldemort.

The Weasleys and Hermione mourned for the loss of Fred Weasley. The Order mourned for Tonks, Remus, and all the others who had been killed. The world mourned for the death of many, each their own and no others.

Harry Potter mourned for everyone.

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"Harry dear," a soft voice whispered through the gloom, "Harry, come on, wake up."

Eighteen-year-old Harry James Potter opened his eyes and fumbled for his glasses. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Mornin', Mrs. Weasley," he mumbled sleepily. "Why are you awake so early?"

"I just got some letters from Minerva. Thought you ought to open them yourself. They're addressed to you and Ron. Hermione and Ron's downstairs."

"Hermione?" Harry asked, sitting up. "She's here?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her worry lines disappearing for once. "She arrived last night. Says her parents remember her, Merlin bless them, and allowed her to visit once she got her letter."

"Alright, I'll go downstairs."

Harry dragged himself to the bathroom. "Lumos," he muttered, waving was-Draco's-nows-his wand. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror.

I look horrible, he decided. He had dark circles beneath his green eyes, his hair was messier than ever, and he just didn't look like a healthy wizard. This was partly because of the dreams.

Dreams plagued him every night, hitting him like a fresh wound. Over and over again, he saw Fred getting hit by the curse. He saw Remus and Lupin, getting killed. He saw the body of Collin Creevy, of everyone he knew, everyone he would have known, dead and scattered around, limp and lifeless. Sometimes they were memories, flashbacks from the war. Other times he saw Ginny, Ron, Hermione or others getting killed.

Nights were a hard, flailing, sweaty mess, but last night he hadn't had any dreams. Were they stopping?

Harry sighed, muttered, "Nox," and headed downstairs.

The minute he entered the kitchen he was met with extremely bushy brown hair. Hermione Granger, Harry's best friend, hugged him very tightly. "Harry!" She exclaimed.

"Hey, Hermione." Harry grinned broadly back. It had been a while since he had seen her as she had said she would try to bring her parent's memories back, as the spell wasn't that strong.

"Harry!" Hermione squeaked again, excitedly, finally letting go of him. "Did you hear the news? Did you get your letters? I can't believe it! I just can't believe it!"

Harry frowned. "What is it that you can't believe?"

Ron snorted. Harry turned around to look at him. Ron's mouth was covered in porridge, and he swallowed hard before saying, "Didn't you hear from mum already, mate?"

"Hear what?"

Ron had already stuffed his face with too much food to answer. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Honestly, some days I surprise myself at how I put up with you," she said.

Harry was beginning to get a slight bit annoyed. "What's the news?"

Hermione turned to him with wide, sparkling brown eyes. "Harry, oh, Harry! We're going back to Hogwarts!"

-oOo-

On the other side of the world, a couple relaxes, enjoying a quiet afternoon.

It has been three years after the Giant War and the defeat of Gaia and a lot has changed. The two camps, rather than opposing each other, have kind of merged, each using the other's ideas and collaborating from time to time. Once every few months the two camps meet, leading to some reunions and a sharing of ideas.

A few months after the Giant War, Apollo returned as a mortal, by the name of Lester Papadopoulos, and things have been hectic. Another war, though small, has happened about a few months after the Giant War, and so the recovering camp is damaged once more. However, Apollo soon defeats Colossus Neronis with the help of Percy and some other campers, and soon after he leaves.

Right before Apollo left, however, a speck of bronze was spotted in the skies. Leo Valdez had returned, and Camp Half-Blood took a good one hour slapping him and hitting him in turn. A long line wove right to the strawberry hills.

Now, some three years later, some campers still haven't gotten over their losses - and no one can hardly blame them. However, most have gotten over their losses after a long period of suffering and help from others.

Hazel and Frank are getting married quite soon. Piper had broken up with Jason for whatever reason Percy didn't know. Oh well. Now you all might think, isn't it a bit too soon? But, come on, they flew halfway across the world and fought a war together at an even younger age.

Will Solace and Nico di Angelo have finally started dating with the encouragement of some others cough Aphrodite kids cough after many sneaky looks and blushes at each other's backs.

Percy and Annabeth are happy. They still trained, just in case, and kept their memories of loved ones close, honoring the dead, but they were happy together. They trusted, and most importantly, loved each other. Their memories and flashbacks of Tartarus were horrible and truly a task to endure, but they had gotten through it in the end. The memories hadn't stopped but slowly began to lessen, helping Percy build his nerve to propose to Annabeth for a good one year. He, with sweaty palms, had finally proposed, and Annabeth had immediately answered with a sweet and simple, "Yes!".

They planned to marry about six months later, a few months after Hazel and Frank's happy day.

Percy blew out a long breath he had been holding and glanced at his now-fiancée. Her long, curly, honey blonde hair was down today, blowing in the wind behind her. He loved everything about Annabeth - just the sight of her made his heart want to burst.

Annabeth noticed him looking. She cocked an eyebrow, her stormy gray eyes teasing. "What?"

Percy grinned. "Nothing. Just- everything's so normal, and that's all I ever wanted. Strangely, though, now that I have it, it reminds me of the good ol' days when we were harmless teenagers."

"Harmless? We were hardly harmless," said Annabeth, grinning.

"Logic kills, Wise Girl," Percy said, scooting closer to her. "But you always use logic against me!"

"Oh, shut up," Annabeth muttered, still smiling. They scooted closer and shared a deep long kiss. Percy scented the faint smell of lemon shampoo. A loud click! interrupted them.

A scrawny Latino elf with tousled brown hair grinned at them, holding a camera in his hands. He put his fist to his mouth as if holding an invisible microphone. "Now, please break it up, love birds," He cooed. "As much as I enjoy seeing you two kiss in front of the beach, I think it's best if you" -He mopped his brow exaggeratedly- "Take a break. I'm supposed to be the only hawt one here!" He stopped as if remembering something unimportant. "Oh, and Chiron wants to see you."

Percy glared at him. "Doesn't anybody have privacy around here?" He asked, thoroughly disgruntled. "And besides, it's not like you don't do it with Calypso. You two kiss all the time, for all that's worth!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes as Leo went pink in the ears. "We only kiss when the Aphrodite girls arent-"

"Ha!" Percy glared accusingly. "So you admit it!"

"Admit what? I, the Supersize Mcshizzle admit anything?" Leo was bright red. "Well, I-"

Percy cut him off. "Whatever works with your dragon. Annabeth, I gotta go. I'll be back soon. Hopefully." Percy's sea-green eyes scanned the vast ocean. "It's not going to be a quest. Right?"

Annabeth gave him a quick peck on his cheek as she too stood up. "See you, Seaweed Brain. And don't worry. It's probably going to be something else - besides, a quest with only one person is dangerous, and he knows to call me for a quest you're going."

Percy grinned, waved, and took off in the direction of the Big House.

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"Hang on your tail a minute. You're telling me that there are wizards - real, actual, abracadabra wizards - who have just gotten out of a war with Lord Voldy Warts or Moldy Pants or something and his Thanatos Eaters and that these wizards want me to teach because there's no one teaching this Hog Pimple place and they chose me because there are some evil dudes still trying to kill Harry Potter because he tried to kill the Lordy person multiple times and so I am the best choice and how I'll do it is get a blessing from Hecate who created the world in the first place and get a wand to do the abracadabra shazam and I will be teaching them the stuff the headmistress wants me to do called DADDY or something like DADY or DADA or whatnot. That's the reason for sending me there?"

Chiron sighed. "Yes, Percy. You have summarised in ten seconds what I have been trying to tell you for hours."

Percy gaped at him as if he couldn't believe what he himself had just said. His perfectly smart an intelligent answer was: "Umm..."

The fog in his mind suddenly seemed to clear. "Wait a minute - how will Hecate bless me? And how will I go to England?"

"I believe she can answer that," Chiron said, his eyes widening as The Mist and weird smoke appeared out of nowhere. The first sign of abracadabra magic, Percy thought.

Hecate appeared as the purple and black smoke wearing a plain but beautiful greek tunic and her long black hair braided above her head elegantly. By her side were a labrador and a weasel.

"Thank you, Perseus-" "Percy-" "for agreeing to do this task," Hecate said in a soft, mystical voice, ignoring the interruption. Her weasel passed gas.

"Wait a second!" Percy felt disgusted. "I never agreed to do anything! And I'm certainly refusing if I'm supposed to go with a farting weasel!"

Percy's sassiness must have annoyed Hecate, as she looked highly displeased. "Gale is a polecat, not a weasel."

"Gee, okay," Percy said, glancing at the farting weasel - oops, sorry, polecat. "Now back to the point - how will I get to England? 'Cuz, if you don't know, England's all the way over there, and I'm all the way over here."

Hecate raised her perfect eyebrows. "Yes, I know. By plane, of course."

Plane. By plane. Percy's face immediately turned page-white. "No. No. NO! No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no nooo-"

"I understand," said Hecate cutting off Percy's no's, "but Zeus has already said that just this once he will try not to blast you out of the sky."

"Well that's reassuring," Percy grumbled. "Do I have to go? I just got engaged, for crying out loud!" Percy sighed. "And just when I thought I was finally going to have a break -" Percy glanced at Hecate wearily. "Besides, I'm a twenty-year-old demigod with ADHD and dyslexia. What made you think I would be the best choice? Why not someone their own without anything I have?"

Hecate put the long tips of her fingers together. "You are one of the most powerful demigods - if not the most powerful demigod, Perseus" "-Percy-" "Jackson, and I know that when someone is in danger you are, and will be, a good teacher. And, before you ask, yes, you don't have a choice. You should go pack soon after I bless you."

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The blessing was quick, Percy thought. He didn't feel any smarter than before. Or wiser. Or any more intelligent than he had been before.

After telling Annabeth about the quest (which had resulted in her changing from a crying Annabeth to a screaming one in less than a minute. Now, what was that?), Percy had packed and said goodbye.

His conversation with Annabeth was something like this:

Percy: So... I'll be off.

Annabeth: Yeah. Be safe Seaweed Brain, or I'll kill you.

Percy: *Gulps*

Annabeth: *Trying not to cry* love you, Seaweed Brain.

Percy: Love you too.

Percabeth: *Kisses*

So, basically, that was it. If Percy said anymore, he felt he'd collapse in a sobbing mess, so with his mouth shut tight, he headed to the airport.

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Laugh Live Love Dogs here. This is the edited version of my original story 'A Professor's Secret'... here it is!

I've made some changes in my style of writing, what I do etc.

I won't be doing review answering anymore, although I might be doing shoutouts to reviewers. If it's a review question that you simply must have an answer to, then write 'rq' or 'review question' or 'please answer' or something like that. Then I'll answer the best I can.

I've also added the 'All rights belong to bla bla Uncle Rick bla JK Rowling bla' cuz they're amazing and my heroes and I forgot to do them and I'm babbling aren't I sorry I'll stop.

THANK YOU all for reading this story!

See you in the next chapter!

-Laugh Live Love Dogs