OH MY GODS, GUYS I AM SO SORRY! I AM SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON! I TOTALLY HAVEN'T UPDATED FOR LIKE, EVER! I FEEL SO BAD!

So, now that I have gotten out only part of my apology, let me say it again: I am a despicable human being. I haven't updated in so long, and you probably think that I don't appreciate you, but honestly, writing is my life and I just love that people actually like it.

Okay, now for the new chapter in the Trip to New York (and if anyone has some other name suggestions, please review or PM me. I don't really like the name, I just didn't know what else to put).

Oh, and sorry if I accidentally slip into present tense. I'm writing a couple stories in present tense so right now it's kind of a habit, so I'll try hard not to.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HP.

Warning: MOA spoilers.

Percy's POV

My life couldn't get any weirder. I was sure of it. I mean, first I find out the Greek gods are real, then the Roman gods, then the Egyptian gods, now wizards and witches? It's like all my fairy tale stories that Mom used to read me when I was little are coming true. And that isn't a good thing, considering there's always curses and dragons in those stories.

We walked down to the ground floor and out of the building. I stayed back with Annabeth, and she told me, "Percy, do you trust them?"

I didn't need to ask who "them" was. "I don't know for sure. I mean, they seem pretty trustworthy, but are they really who they are? This whole thing confuses me."

"What doesn't, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth chuckled. It was good to see her smile and laugh. Ever since Tartarus, laughing got harder to do for both of us. I would do anything just to make her smile again.

Her smile faded. "But you're right. Should we really show them camp?"

"Well, I think they really are wizards. Their wands would be easy to make up, but under the certain circumstances that they used their wands, it didn't seem like they could fake those." I began to think out loud.

"Percy, you're actually being smart." Annabeth's face grew worried. She felt my forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you sick? Did you hit your head or something?"

I swatted away her hand. "Shut up."

"Hey, lovebirds," Thalia called back to us. "You coming?"
I used to blush when Thalia called Annabeth and I lovebirds (even when we weren't dating, which was even more humiliating), but now I just shrug it off.

When Annabeth and I got outside, Thalia had already thrown a drachma into the road. The ground began to rumble and move, and something quick as light fell into place on the road. It was made out of smoke, but it was solid. Make sense? Probably not.

"Can it fit all of us?" Nico muttered.

"It can expand." Annabeth told him. She opened the Gray Sisters' taxi door and got in. I got in after her, and said, "Remind you of anything?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Yeah, the time you almost got us killed because you wouldn't give them their eye."

The wizards got in after Annabeth and I, then Thalia and Nico got in. The car expanded so that there was enough room for all eight of us.

"Where is your destination?" The Gray sister behind the wheel asked us in raspy voice.

"Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth said, and pulled out a pouch of drachmas. "Hurry, please."

The drachmas must've done something, because the car took off faster than the speed of light. But then again, that's how the Gray Sisters always are.

"Whoa, this thing goes fast," Ginny commented. "You know, we have something a bit like this for wizards back in England."

Before any of us could add anything to that comment, one of the Gray Sisters looked back at us and hissed. "You! Perseus Jackson!"

"They know you?" Thalia raised an eyebrow at me.

I chuckled sheepishly as Annabeth smirked. "Honestly, who doesn't know who Percy is?"

"Hey! It's not that bad!" I protested, but I knew from the minute the words left my mouth that I was completely wrong.

"Percy, please, stop speaking. You lower the IQ of the entire street." Thalia rolled her eyes.

"I'm not that dumb! There's been worse!"

"Like who?"

I shook my leg as I desperately tried to find an answer. Instead, I turned to the Gray Sisters and said, "How close are we?"

The car lurched to a stop, answering my question. The Gray Sisters hissed in unison, "Get out now, Perseus Jackson."

"Are you cursed or something?" Ron asked when everyone finished filing out of the car.

"Nah, I just sometimes get on the wrong side of the gods'." I replied, and the casual tone in my voice got Ron to make an unbelievable! look on his face. Was it really that bad?

"Sometimes?" Nico laughed. "Try always."

"Stop or I swear I'm going to kill you all." I glared at my friends (well, not Annabeth. She would kill me and she was sorta my girlfriend). My glare made them shut up, since they both knew not to mess with me (the perks of being the leader of two wars before you're eighteen).

"Why are we here?" Hermione interrupted our banter. "We're in the middle of nowhere."

"That's what we want mortals to think," Annabeth told her. "But if you head up a little bit further..."

We took the wizards up so that we were actually in the middle of the forest and Thalia's tree was in view. The scent of pines and strawberries hit me as we got closer to camp. I couldn't help but grin. We saw the Camp Half-Blood sign arching over the entrance to my home.

"We're here," Annabeth announced. She said in a loud voice, "I, Annabeth Chase, let Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Hermione Granger to be allowed in camp."

"What was that for?" Ginny asked curiously.

"If I didn't do that, you wouldn't be able to walk into camp. That's what the Golden Fleece does." Annabeth pointed to the Fleece hanging on Thalia's tree.

"The Golden Fleece is real?" Hermione exclaimed. "And that's it?"

"Yep, right there on Thalia's tree."

"You have your own tree?"

"I was that tree." Thalia smirked and strided past the wizards' and their confused expressions into camp. Only then did I noticed that there were tons of black SUVs at the side of the camp entrance.

"Hey, you didn't tell us the Romans were here!" I said accusingly to Nico.

Nio shrugged. "Must've slipped my mind, since we found out that wizards and witches are real."

"Is Octavian being an idiot?" Annabeth asked Nico as we led our guests inside of camp.

"Yeah, but Rachel totally slapped him and threatened to kill him." Thalia laughed when we caught up to her. "It was great!"

"I wish I was there to see that." I cursed in Greek. "I miss all the good stuff."

"You were with me," Annabeth said sharply, putting her hands on her hips.

I run a hand through my hair nervously. "Um, right, and that was awesome, too..."

Annabeth's scowl melted into a smile. "I was joking, Seaweed Brain. I wish I was there too."

I heard a familiar sound of hooves clopping on the ground, but I wasn't sure who it was: Grover or Chiron.

I turned around and found that it was Chiron. He was in full centaur form and smiling down at us. "Annabeth, Percy! I am so glad that you got back. I heard Thalia and Nico were going to get you, but I wasn't sure..." He faltered, looking at the wizards. "Are they half-bloods?"

"Um, no." I told Chiron, not really sure how to put it. "They're..." I looked back at them. "Can I tell him?" The uncertainty in their eyes told me their decision.

"Oh, dear. Norse?" Chiron asked, his eyebrows furrowed together, worried.

"What?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing," Chiron said as quick as possible. "They're not mortals, are they?" Then he seemed to realize. "Ah, I see. Let me ask you something: are you acquainted with my old friend, Albus Dumbledore?"

"You already know about magic?" Harry asked immediately. I didn't know who this Dumble-guy was, but apparently he was important.

"Yes, of course I know. I've been around for thousands of years." Chiron held out his hand to the Harry. "I am Chiron, and by the look of that scar on your forehead, you must be Harry Potter. Albus told me about you, and Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Ginny Weasley." He looked at every single person as he said their name. "I assume Voldemort is now officially dead?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "He is."

"You said you're Chiron?" Hermione interrupted. "The Chiron, from all the myths?"

"Yes, I am. It's a long story, so please do not ask." Chiron replied. "Now," he began to walk to further into camp, beckoning for us to follow him. "How is Albus? We haven't spoken for quite some time."

"He's dead." Harry said in an uncomfortable tone.

Chiron nodded sadly. "I had a feeling. Well, I think Mr. D would like to know that there are wizards in his camp."

"Mr. D?" Ron questioned.

"Dionysus, our camp director. Another long story." Chiron replied. He led us to the Big House and we all sat down in the rec room, with Chiron sitting into his wheelchair. Mr. D was already in there, chugging down a Diet Coke. He stopped for a moment to ask, "Are they new campers?" He pointed at the wizards.

"You're a god?" Hermione exclaimed. "This is such a rare moment! We're meeting a god!"

"Yes, I'm the god of wine and parties. Thank you for telling me that. I've forgotten it. Now, can I know why a bunch of witches and wizards are in my camp?"

I snorted. I never thought that Mr. D would call Camp Half-Blood 'his camp'. Then Annabeth and I launched into the story of how we met the wizards and how Nico and Thalia got mixed up into all of this.

When we were done, Mr. D finished up the last of his Diet Coke. He set down the can. "I see. And what do you want? To show them around the camp?"

I turned to Annabeth, who always had an answer. Of course, she already was replying. "They were a bit confused, so we decided that taking them to camp might help. After all, this whole mythology thing is a bit confusing, sir."

"Alright, whatever." Mr. D rolled his eyes. "Carry on with your 'clearing up'." Mr. D settled back onto the couch and closed his eyes, finishing up the conversation.

"Well, that settles it. You may go about as you like." Chiron told us. "I need to finish up some papers, so I'll be here if you need me."

"I can't wait to introduce you to everyone, including the Romans." Annabeth said excitedly as we left the Big House. I grinned at her gleeful excitement. She's so beautiful. I wondered if Leo was done with my...uh...project.

"You're not going to announce this to all the demigods, are you?" Ginny questioned.

"No, not everyone. Just basically our close friends, but if you don't want us to tell them you're wizards, we'll make up that you're demigods." Annabeth reassured them.

"So how are there both Roman and Greek demigods?" Hermione asked Annabeth. Annabeth began to explain the whole concept when I heard a familiar, "Percy! Annabeth! How've you guys been?"

Then I heard, "Ugh, more Greeks." Well, this is going to be a long day.

Sorry again for not updating for so long. Next chapter will have the Romans! I love them so much. And I love the Greeks. I just love all of the demigods, they're so amazing. Also, if you guys have any suggestions on how to make my story better, or any plot ideas, just comment or PM me. I'll take any ideas and try to please you guys as much as possible.

Bonus: did anyone recognize a Sherlock reference in there? ;) it's one of my favorite lines out of the entire TV show. Tell me if you did, I want to know how many Sherlock fans are out there right now. Read and review!