Crash landing in the middle of Europe was not on the bucket list for Percy Jackson, but then again, that lost expanded every second of his life. He was hungry, alone, and worst of all, drained. It had took all of his power to summon the small typhoon that carried him from Charleston, South Carolina to...well, wherever this was. Perseus figured he was somewhere between the border of Ireland and its northern counterpart. He was aiming for Scotland, but you take what you can get on these demigod missions.

Percy surveyed the area. There were tree lines as far as the eye could see, with a bleak blue skyline meeting an orange sun. The clouds were hanging low, seemingly full with water. Percy could damn near feel the precipitation incoming. Despite being the only living Son of the Sea God, Percy preferred the warm ness of a house to standing in a storm. Maybe that was the humane side of him.

Lightning crackled, and Percy knew it was time to get a move on. Maybe Zeus was warning him about his mission, or maybe Europe was closer to the sky than the US. Either way, it was time to make a play. Percy pulled out his phone, and discovered he had a bar of service. This should be enough...

Percy opened the Map app. Sure enough, he was near a town called Dundalk, about 50 miles north of Dublin.

"So I just head north until I hit water?" Percy asked himself. He sure wasn't the best with direction, but even he could get that. Too bad he couldn't bring his best friend Grover, a satyr. Annabeth, his...well, that was a conversation for another time. For now, his friend Annabeth, the child of Athena, would be super valuable to him right now. Hell, even a random child of Hermes could help him. Percy immediately took that thought back. He knew every child of Hermes wasn't like Luke, but that situation left him scarred. He couldn't even last the Hermes cabin without experiencing some sort of PTSD.

Percy confirmed his direction with the map, and made up his mind. He got out his compass, looked north, and began the walk towards Northern Ireland. Percy then began to think about how he got into this position in the first place.

...

Percy was sitting in his home apartment, just weeks away from his fourth transfer school in two years. This year, it seemed to look up. He and his mom had moved into a new apartment on the nicer side of Brooklyn, his application had gotten accepted on the second try, and he was still in contact with Annabeth and Grover. Sadly, his satyr friend wasn't attending the same school as him this year.

The 12 year old boy was truly the happiest he had ever been in his life. This was what dreams were made of, especially for a demigod like himself. All he had to do was train, and live. Of course, the thought of the mad titan, Kronos (his grandfather, awkwardly enough) and Luke Castellan. The thought of Luke hurt more than anything else. Percy almost couldn't stand it.

Then, there was a knock on his door. His mother didn't tell him anyone was coming over, and Grover didn't say he was dropping in. Chiron and Dionysus were on vacation with a few nymphs in Paris, and Annabeth was up the coast in Boston, Massachusetts. Percy sat perfectly still, and slowed his heart rate.

The person knocked three separate times, all at equal intervals. Percy slowly grabbed at his pen.

"If I wanted you dead, then you'd already be exterminated. Now, open this door before I blow this whole complex down."

Percy wouldn't mind that, he had a few upstairs neighbors that stomped around too much during the wee hours, but he figured his mom would be extra pissed at him. He could envision them now, standing in front of the landlord and the insurance company.

Percy got up and opened the door, taking off all five of the locks. "Welcome to the humble abode of..."

Percy's voice trailed off at the entrance of the goddess into his room. He was greeted by non other than Hecate, the goddess of magic. She trailed around the room in see through black silk, which cascaded its way down her legs. The dress was sleeveless, and exposed her shoulders in a...well, godly way.

"Hecate..."

"So you do know me...I was told your mental fortitude was...for lack of better words, lacking. Athena made it seem like you had nothing up there."

Percy immediately scowled when thinking of Athena. He had nothing against her personally, but the amount of 'Seaweed Brains' he got from Annabeth had taken its toll. "Wise Girl..." Percy muttered to himself. He was still disappointed in that nickname.

"Yes?" Hecate looked at him, wondering why he was talking to himself.

"Oh, nothing, oh goddess. Why has thy entered my humble abode, oh my lady lord Hecate." Perseus did a cringy half bow that elicited the smallest grin out of the goddess.

"Drop the stupidity. It's simply Hecate. I don't revel in godship. I've come here with a proposition."

"Proposition?"

"Yes. It means-"

"I know what it means, ma'am."

Hecate pushed on. "What I'm about to tell you is classified information. In fact, I have created a slumber in every human a mile within us. With other precautions, of course. Will you promise solidarity?"

"What are you roping me into, Hecate?"

The goddess of Magic gave him a stern look. "We don't have much time. The very fabric of what I've built is about to unravel. What are your thoughts on magic?"

"...you?"

Hecate groaned. "Thought so. Well, as all things that cannot be created or destroyed, I was there at the beginning of time. I am the daughter of the very giants that ruled the Earth. Even once the gods die, I will love on until time itself stops. There are only so many immortal beings like me.

"Magic is a primordial." Hecate went on. "In due time, you will face some of these energies. Like I said, they cannot be created or destroyed. Earth, Water, Fire, Air, and Magic. Magic, the balance of creation and destruction. I only exist to fulfill those desires."

"But, in Europe, for the past 500 years or so, there has been a group of people, mostly underground until now, that have the ability to summon trace amounts of this power. They call themselves wizards. First, it started off as a small clique. Of course you've heard of the Salem Witch Trails. Women being accused of doing the impossible. But it was real. They were real. So they went underground. But in the last 100 years, they've appeared back. They've built cities, towns, roads, even a prominent school.

"But where there is creation, destruction looms. A half blood, by the name of Tom Riddle, wanted power above all else. Due to...a hasty decision of mine, I let him into the world of magic. And he has done terrible things."

"I don't mean to sound obvious, but why didn't you just stop him?" Percy asked.

"Don't be a dunce, Jackson! Even in the world of magic, immortals cannot play favorites. Just because a bad apple spoils the bunch, I cannot save that bunch. So I could not save the thousands of souls he devoured in his search for power. But, now he has gone too far. Twelve years ago, he received a prophecy, and acted on it. He killed two sets of families, and both of the boys lived. One of the boys was stowed away, with his grandmother, and the other one was protected by his dying mother's love. She came to me, prayed to me in her time of need. Not for her life, but for the strength to protect her baby boy despite the veil of death. I gave it to her, and her child lives to this day."

"Deep."

"Indeed. Last year, Tom made an attack on that boy's life. And it is causing a set of chain events. Events that even I could not have forsworn."

"What is it that you want?"

"Impatient, I see. But here it is. I want you, for the next six years, attend Hogwarts and protect the lives of Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom."

"A bodyguard?"

"Yes, but that is such a fickle term-"

"No way."

"What do you mean? This is not a request-"

"I can't just jump whenever you gods say yes. I have a life here. My mom, when would I see her? Wouldn't she be sad and alone? What if something like the Minotaur comes after her?"

"I will protect her life with my very hands-"

"It's not just that! I don't want to drop everything. Especially to go halfway across the world."

Hecate rose, in all of her glory, and Percy stood too. He only came up to her thighs, and all he could do was take in her dark beauty. Serene blue eyes, jet black hair, long limbs. She was a beautiful woman, but everytime Percy looked, he caught a sting on the back of his neck.

"I know this is a large request. And it comes with its sacrifices. For the next six years, you will be back and forth, practically in two different worlds, fighting two different monsters. I know that it is a lot to put on your shoulders."

"So why ask?"

"In my life, Percy Jackson, only one mortal has had more than a singular day of my compassion. I spent thirty years married to a man named Tom Riddle. He was a miserable person, but his love for magic was undeniable, despite not being able to use it himself. We were in love, and I planned to grow old and watch him die. Maybe, I would reincarnate him as one of my pets. That was my thought. But one day, he just left me. Up and left. I couldn't find the man. I searched far and wide. Someone I had given my heart to, a goddess, had left me to dry.

"I soon found out that he was under the love potion of an unimportant witch, and they had a son. They named his son after him. After being released from the love potion, Tom killed the witch, but not before a curse was put on him. That the very same child with his name would come take him life. And that happened.

"I had to watch the man that I love suffer like that, and there was nothing I could do. I didn't lend my protection, save him, or anything, because of my godhood.

"And now everyone will perish. Tom Riddle will kill everyone, and burn Europe to the ground. I know you don't want to see innocents die."

"You're really tugging on the ole heartstrings." Percy said sheepishly.

"What will it be?"

"You're going to curse me and my bloodline if I say no?"

"Oh, most definitely."

"Then it seems my choices are limited."

"Excellent." For the first time that she had gotten there, Hecate seemed mildly enthused. "There is much to explain and not enough time! Let's go."

"But I need to talk to my mother-"

"That will be soon."

Hecate grabbed Percy's shoulder, and suddenly he was being squeezed through the vacuum of space.

...

Percy finally hit the border of Northern Ireland at nightfall. He was the find the town of Ocko, and meet Hecate's contact before midnight. If he didn't, the contact would assume he was dead and he wouldn't be able to get to Scotland. That would most definitely suck.

Percy saw lights up ahead and picked up his walk. It was 11:30, and the town seemed small. The contact would meet him on the edge of town, near a wishing well. Percy looked around, and sure enough, it was a black cloaked figure near the wishing well.

A pale, crooked hand turned the spring softly, while singing softly. Their voice was raspy, yet sweet. Percy walked closer and closer, until the figure turned around.

"Percy Jackson." The voice reminded Percy of one of his old teachers, stern and calm. She sounded like she was madly disappointed in him, and they had just met.

"Reporting for duty." Percy chuckled, but the lady was not amused. "You're cutting it this close, and you wanted to make jokes? I expect more from the Future Savior of Europe."

"Hecate trusts you a lot, but I don't." The last continued. "Someone who doesn't know magic will be swallowed up by a low level crook."

Percy retorted. "I'm one of the best swordsman alive. A crook couldn't-"

"That won't matter in the slightest. BOMBARDA!" The black cloak flew off the last to reveal a tall, slender woman, around 60-65. The way she threw the attack at Percy, you would think she was in the prime. A wand was in her hand, and a blue streak of lightning flew at Percy at light speed.

He rolled under it, preparing to throw a strike, but the woman had already backed up out of his grasp.

"I told you. I could have killed you easily. It won't matter if your reflexes are above average, you'll die in a second if you can't attack. Wizarding battles aren't a game of tag." The woman briskly walked up to Percy, despite him being clearly on guard. She grabbed his shoulder, and threw him to the ground.

Percy hit his back on the cold gravel, and the air left his lungs. He flipped over, and rolled back, facing the woman above him.

"Chiron must be getting soft at his training."

"Who are you?" Percy asked between breaths

"Though it's none of your concern, I suppose it won't hurt to let you know. I'm Miverna McGonagall, the teacher of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School or Magic. I am the daughter of Athena, with the blessing of Hecate. My patron goddess has given me the task of making you a capable wizard in the next two weeks."

The woman walked around him, and waved her hand with her back turned. "Come on. From what I've seen, we have the hardest work in front of us."

Author's Note: this may not be the most accurate telling of HP or PJO ever. I am just here to have fun. Also, there will soon be a summer version of these books, but first I am writing the Harry Potter school year version. I will alternate between school year and then summer time.Then, the finale will be written. That is a very long ways away though. Each book will be anywhere from 15-30 chapters, depending on the way I shape the story. Please enjoy!