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CHAPTER THREE: THE LEGAL TECHNICALITIES OF MAGIC
Percy woke with a start, his heart pounding as the remnants of a strange dream clung to him like mist. Lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the room in sharp, fleeting bursts. For a brief moment, he thought he was back on Half-Blood Hill, facing yet another storm summoned by Zeus' anger.
But as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, the unfamiliar ceiling of the old sanctuary came into focus, and reality settled back in.
He was in London. Training with Hecate. Learning magic.
And he'd somehow stumbled across Harry Potter, a scrawny kid who was apparently more trouble than he looked.
Rubbing his eyes, Percy sat up, the weight of yesterday's events hitting him all at once. Harry had left after a while, promising to keep in touch.
The scythe-turned-ring on his finger felt heavier than usual, a constant reminder of the power he now carried. Hecate had called it a weapon of fate, something bound to his future whether he wanted it or not. But it still felt foreign - like a gift from the gods that came with a curse.
He glanced out the window. The early morning fog curled through the quiet streets of Privet Drive, and the hum of old magic hung in the air. It was an odd place for magic lessons, but Percy had learned not to question Hecate's decisions. If she said this street held ancient power, it probably did, even if it looked like the most ordinary suburb on the planet.
Throwing on his jacket, Percy left the room and headed downstairs, hoping to find Hecate before the day's training began. He hadn't quite wrapped his head around the whole "wizarding world" thing yet, and Hecate's cryptic explanations didn't help. But the thought of finally learning to control the storm inside him? That had his attention.
When he reached the grand hall, he found her already waiting by the fireplace, its green flames casting eerie shadows across the stone floor. She was flipping through an ancient-looking book, her expression calm and focused.
"Morning," Percy greeted, his voice still groggy from sleep.
Hecate glanced up and nodded. "Good. You're awake. Today, we focus on refining your control. The magic here may be subtle, but it's potent. You'll need to learn how to harness it."
Percy stretched, feeling the tension in his shoulders. "So, no turning people into frogs?"
"Not yet," Hecate replied, smirking. "We have more important things to cover."
Percy walked up to the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the green flames but also sensing something more - a current of energy that seemed to pulse in the air around them. "What's first?"
"Aside from breakfast?" Hecate asked, her eyes never leaving the book.
Percy grumbled something about annoying goddesses, but poured himself some cereal.
Hecate closed her book and set it aside, her gaze sharpening. "Today, we'll be working on channeling raw magical energy. You're powerful, Percy, but power without control is dangerous. It's time you learned to focus."
Percy rolled his eyes. "You're starting to sound like Chiron."
"Chiron is wise," Hecate said, her tone firm but not unkind. "And you would do well to listen to him. The storm inside you, Percy… it's more than just the power of Poseidon. You've barely scratched the surface of what you're capable of."
"Yeah, you mentioned that," Percy muttered, looking down at his ring. "But how do I actually control it? Yesterday, I almost-"
"You almost let it consume you," Hecate interrupted. "That's what the scythe does. It feeds on chaos, on emotion. The stronger your feelings, the harder it is to control. That's why your training is so important."
Percy took a deep breath, nodding. "Okay. So, what do I do?"
Hecate smiled faintly and gestured toward the center of the room. "Let's start with something simple. I want you to focus on summoning a small amount of energy. Just enough to create light. But this time, instead of calling on your powers as a demigod, I want you to tap into the magic around you."
Percy hesitated, glancing around the room. "And how exactly do I do that?"
"Feel the energy," Hecate instructed. "It's all around us, woven into the very air. Close your eyes, focus, and draw it in. Imagine it like the ocean - calm, steady, waiting for you to command it."
Percy closed his eyes, trying to relax despite the pressure he felt building inside him. He could sense the magic, faint and distant, like the pull of a current far beneath the surface. Slowly, he reached out for it, letting it flow through him like water through a stream.
The ring on his finger pulsed lightly, and Percy could feel the familiar hum of power responding to his touch. But this time, instead of unleashing it in a chaotic burst, he focused on controlling it, guiding it.
A faint glow appeared in the palm of his hand, flickering softly at first, then growing stronger.
Hecate watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "Good," she said softly. "Now, hold it. Keep the flow steady."
But just as Percy thought he had a handle on it, the energy surged, growing too strong too fast. The light in his hand flared, then exploded in a blinding flash. He stumbled back, wincing as the force knocked the wind out of him.
He groaned, rubbing his temples.
Hecate laughed. "Perfect. Just as I suspected, your demigod blood allows you to perform excellent magic. With my teachings, you'll be able to enroll into Hogwarts in no time!"
Percy nodded slowly. "So… do I get a wand or something?"
"Actually, yes, you do." Hecate said. "You may be a demigod, but magic requires refinement, and a wand will help you channel it properly."
Percy agreed, though the idea of using a wand still seemed kind of strange to him.
"Come on," Hecate said. "Let's go!"
HE barely had time to put on his shoes before they were out the door.
Hecate called for a taxi, though Percy had assumed there'd be some magical carriage or broomstick, but Hecate seemed unbothered by using mundane methods to get around London. She smiled as they sped off toward what she promised would be his first stop in really "becoming a wizard."
They found themselves in Diagon Alley, standing outside the worn and slightly crooked entrance of a place Hecate called Ollivanders. The old sign above the door read, Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.
The shop's dusty windows displayed a few wands in faded boxes, nothing fancy or modern like the windows of other shops in Diagon Alley. Percy peered inside, feeling a strange nervousness twist in his gut. He'd fought monsters, faced gods, and now he was about to... get a magic stick?
"Come on," Hecate said, her voice amused as she opened the door. "Let's not keep him waiting."
The bell above the door tinkled softly as they stepped inside. The shop smelled of old wood and parchment, with shelves upon shelves of narrow wand boxes lining the walls, stretching up so high Percy wondered how anyone ever found what they were looking for.
An eerie silence filled the space, until a thin, elderly man appeared from behind a stack of boxes. His hair was wild, and his piercing eyes glimmered with curiosity.
"Ah," the man said softly, looking between Percy and Hecate. "I was expecting you."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "You were?"
The man smiled slightly. "Indeed. Lady Hecate called me. She doesn't bring many to my door. This must be a special occasion."
Hecate gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "Percy Jackson requires a wand. Something... that suits his unique abilities."
Ollivander stepped closer, his sharp gaze landing on Percy. "Yes, yes... powerful, aren't you? I can feel it. Powerful lineage. You'll need something extraordinary, I think."
Percy shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah. So, how does this work exactly?"
"Simple," Ollivander said, his voice smooth. "The wand chooses the wizard, not the other wat round. I'll find a few likely candidates. You try them out. And when the right one chooses you, we'll know."
The old man began moving swiftly around the shop, pulling down several boxes at a time, his movements quick and precise despite his age. He returned with an armful of wands, setting them down on the counter.
"Let's start with this," Ollivander said, opening a box and presenting Percy with a wand made of oak. "Oak wood, twelve inches, dragon heartstring core. Give it a wave."
Percy awkwardly took the wand, feeling the unfamiliar weight in his hand. He waved it in the air, but nothing happened.
Ollivander tutted softly. "No, no. That's not the one." He replaced the wand and handed Percy another. "Black walnut, phoenix feather, thirteen inches. Try again."
Percy gave it a flick, but again, nothing. It felt... wrong, like trying to fight with a broken sword.
Ollivander hummed thoughtfully, examining Percy more closely. "Something more robust, I think. Ah, yes. Perhaps..." He pulled a final wand from the shelf, one that had been sitting apart from the others.
"Blackthorn," Ollivander said. "Ten inches. Basilisk fang core."
Percy felt a sudden pull toward the wand before he even touched it. When he finally took it in his hand, a strange warmth spread through him. The wand hummed with power, and a gentle glow emitted from the tip. It felt... right.
Ollivander's eyes gleamed. "Yes. Blackthorn is a warrior's wand, fierce and unyielding. Paired with a basilisk fang, it will respond well to powerful, dangerous magic. A perfect match for someone of your nature."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous magic?"
Hecate smirked. "It fits you perfectly, Percy."
Ollivander gave a small bow. "The wand has chosen. Use it well, Mr. Jackson."
As Percy and Hecate exited the shop, Percy twirled the wand between his fingers. The power within it still buzzed under his skin, like the electricity in a storm cloud before the lightning struck. He glanced at Hecate. "How'd the man know you?"
She waved him off. "Oh, I'm one of his favourite clients. I need a lot of wands for what I do."
"You don't really need a wand to do magic," Percy pointed out.
"Ah, but it's fun. And no-one bats an eye when you can pay like a goddess."
"So, now what?"
Hecate smiled knowingly. "Now, we see how well you handle real magic."
THE BOY WHO DIED
Percy could not, in fact, handle real magic.
It was painfully obvious the moment they stepped out of Diagon Alley and into a deserted courtyard, where Hecate had arranged a "simple" test. The air was thick with magic, and Percy could feel the energy crackling beneath his skin, but controlling it? That was an entirely different story.
Hecate stood across from him, arms crossed, looking far too amused for Percy's liking. "Alright, Percy. Show me what you've learned."
Percy gripped his new wand - Blackthorn, with a core of basilisk fang - feeling the power coursing through it. The warmth it had given him back in Ollivanders had shifted. Now, it buzzed with restless energy, eager to be unleashed.
"Summon your magic," Hecate instructed, her voice calm but firm. "Focus. The wand will channel it, but only if you command it."
Percy squinted at the space in front of him, trying to remember what she'd taught him. The flow of energy around them felt like a rippling tide, and he had to focus, to call it forward, the way he commanded water. Just focus…
He aimed the wand at a nearby statue, picturing it rising into the air.
Nothing happened.
Hecate raised an eyebrow. "You're overthinking it. Magic is about intent, not force. Don't push - just let it flow through you."
Percy scowled. "Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You're, like, born of magic or something. This feels like trying to arm-wrestle with a cyclopes."
Hecate sighed and flicked her wrist, causing the statue to hover effortlessly off the ground. "Magic isn't about brute strength. You know this, Percy. You don't force the ocean to obey; you listen to its rhythms, then guide it."
"I'm not exactly known for patience," Percy muttered.
"You'll need to be," she replied with a smirk. "Otherwise, this wand will burn you out faster than you can say Wingardium Leviosa."
He clenched his teeth, lifting the wand again. "Okay. Focus."
He closed his eyes, concentrating on the flow of magic around him. It was like standing in a river, feeling the current tug at his limbs. This time, instead of trying to force it, he let the magic wash over him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, imagining the statue lifting into the air again.
The wand in his hand trembled. Then, with a faint hum, the statue wobbled, rising a few inches before crashing back to the ground with a loud thud.
Percy winced. "Uh, that counts, right?"
Hecate chuckled softly. "It's a start. But remember, magic is as much about the mind as it is the power. You need to trust in the flow, not fight it."
Percy couldn't help but sigh in frustration. "I feel like I'm learning how to walk all over again. What's the point of all this? I've fought gods. I've battled Titans. Why do I need to rely on a piece of wood?"
Hecate stepped closer, her expression softening. "Because you need to fit into this world. Their magic can barely affect you, being a demigod. It would require a powerful wizard to actually harm you. So you need to make up for that very suspicious magic resistance by being a very good wizard."
"Yeah, yeah," Percy muttered, running a hand through his hair. "So, I just need to become a magical prodigy. No biggie."
"Don't be testy with me."
"You're like, a mad scientist." Percy decided.
"I prefer the term eccentric witch, thank you very much."
"I'll be a better witch than you in a week, old lady."
But even as he said it, Percy couldn't shake the feeling of how unnatural it all was. Magic in the demigod world was raw and untamed - hurling bolts of lightning, summoning waves, commanding hurricanes. There was no finesse, no quiet focus. But here, in this world, magic felt like a quiet river, requiring precision and understanding.
Hecate, noticing his hesitation, said softly, "I know this is different for you. But if you can master this... you'll become something even the gods fear."
Percy blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"You have the power of gods running through your veins, but it's wild, untamed. This world offers a different kind of magic - one that's ancient, structured, bound by rules even the gods must respect. If you can balance both, Percy, you'll have access to a power neither world can fully control."
He thought back to what Chiron had told him as a twelve-year-old. You have the power of the gods, he had said, but you are not bound by their rules.
Percy would learn magic, but he would not follow their rules.
"Now," Hecate said, "before we dive too deep into the mysteries of this place, let's test a bit of what you've learned so far. I want you to perform a simple spell."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Simple, huh? I'm still wrapping my head around the not-so-simple part of all this."
Hecate smirked. "Simple for a wizard. For you, well, we'll see. I want you to try Aguamenti."
Percy blinked. "Agu-what?"
"Aguamenti. It's a spell that conjures water," Hecate explained. "It should be right up your alley."
Percy stared at her, deadpan. "You're telling the son of Poseidon to summon water with a stick."
"Yes," she replied without missing a beat. "Humor me."
He gave her a wry smile. "Alright, let's see what happens."
With a flick of his wand, Percy focused. He could already feel the familiar tug of water nearby - there was always water somewhere. His connection to the sea was innate, like breathing, but doing it through magic? That felt… strange. He raised the wand, his mind zeroing in on the magic, focusing on the intent behind the spell.
"Aguamenti," Percy said, his voice steady.
At first, nothing happened. His grip tightened around the wand, but he kept his focus. Hecate had been drilling into him the idea of not pushing too hard, of letting the magic flow naturally.
Suddenly, there was a rush of cool air around him. A thin stream of water shot from the tip of his wand, spraying in an arc. It wasn't as powerful as he was used to with his abilities, but it was water, conjured purely from magic.
Percy grinned.
Hecate nodded. "Ha, not bad." She looked slightly impressed. "Not bad at all. You've got good control, considering you're still adjusting to wand magic."
The water fizzled out after a few seconds, and Percy twirled the wand in his fingers, feeling a little more confident. "I guess this thing's not so useless after all."
"Don't get too cocky yet," Hecate warned. "That was just a taste. There's a lot more to magic than summoning a bit of water."
Percy shrugged. "Still, it's kind of cool."
Hecate gave him a sideways glance. "The subtleties of magic are what will make you dangerous."
He glanced down at his wand, still feeling the energy pulsing through it. "Dangerous, huh? I thought I was already pretty good at that."
"You're good," Hecate replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "But we're going to make you better."
Percy grinned, the challenge clear in her voice. "Better sounds good to me."
The next stop on their journey through the wizarding world was a place Hecate had called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Percy stared at the bustling shop as they approached, its display window filled with mannequins wearing elegant cloaks, shimmering robes, and outfits that looked like they belonged in some medieval fantasy.
"I feel like I'm in a costume shop," Percy muttered, glancing over at Hecate.
"You'll get used to it," she said with a knowing smile. "A wizard's attire is more than just clothing - it represents tradition, status, and, most importantly, it helps blend in when you're operating in this world. Trust me, you'll want to look the part."
"I'm still not sure how I feel about looking like a Renaissance fair reject," Percy grumbled, but he followed her inside regardless.
The bell above the door chimed as they entered, and Madam Malkin, a plump, cheerful witch with a kind smile, greeted them warmly. "Ah, welcome, dears! What can I do for you today?"
Hecate stepped forward. "My young friend here is in need of proper robes. Something durable, practical, and suited for someone who may find himself in... dangerous situations."
Madam Malkin's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh, we get a lot of those types here. Don't you worry, we'll have him sorted in no time." She turned to Percy, sizing him up with a practiced eye. "Step right this way, dear. Let's see what we have for you."
Percy was ushered onto a small platform surrounded by mirrors. As Madam Malkin fussed over him, adjusting his measurements with quick flicks of her wand, he couldn't help but feel a bit ridiculous.
"What sort of color do you prefer?" she asked, holding up swatches of fabric. "Black is traditional, of course, but we do have deep blues and greens if you'd like to mix it up a bit."
Percy glanced at Hecate, who raised an eyebrow. "Maybe something in dark blue," Percy said.
Madam Malkin nodded enthusiastically. "Excellent choice! Now, let's try this on for size." She whisked a deep navy cloak off a nearby rack, draping it over his shoulders with a flourish. The fabric was surprisingly light, yet it had a certain weight to it, as if it was enchanted to offer protection.
As Percy looked at himself in the mirror, he had to admit, he didn't look half bad. The cloak fit him perfectly, and it gave him an air of authority he wasn't used to seeing in his usual jeans-and-jacket look.
"Not bad," Percy muttered, adjusting the collar slightly.
"Very fitting," Hecate said approvingly. "Now, we'll add a few enchantments for protection, but this will do nicely."
Madam Malkin beamed. "Oh, yes, dear, we'll make sure it's suitable for all your... adventures."
Percy stepped down from the platform, feeling a little more like a wizard, or at least someone who wouldn't look completely out of place in this world. "Okay, I'll admit it - this is kind of cool."
"We'll take five of those," Hecate said to Madam Malking, giving her a bag filled with what Percy assumed were some sort of coins. "Galleons," she mouthed to him.
As they walked out of the store, Percy grinned. "This is cool."
"Don't get too comfortable," Hecate teased. "We've still got a few more stops to make."
"Oh really? Where?"
"You'll find out," she said.
The place in question was Gringotts, which was apparently a magical goblin bank. At this point, Percy was numb to absolutely ridiculous things like this existing.
Percy had no idea what to expect when they approached the large, marble building at the end of Diagon Alley. Goblins guarded the entrance, and Percy could feel their sharp eyes following him and Hecate as they made their way inside.
"You're not keeping all your drachma under your mattress, are you?" Hecate asked with a sly smile.
Percy chuckled. "Nah."
The inside of Gringotts was just as grand as the outside, with towering pillars, marble floors, and goblins scurrying behind counters, counting stacks of gold and silver. As they approached one of the goblin tellers, Percy couldn't shake the feeling that they were sizing him up, measuring his worth—not in money, but in something deeper.
"Madam Hecate," the goblin behind the counter said, bowing slightly. "It's been a while."
"Yes, it has," Hecate replied. "My companion needs to set up an account."
The goblin's eyes flicked to Percy, then back to Hecate. "Of course. Follow me."
They were led through winding corridors deeper into the bank, where the air grew cooler, and the sounds of the bustling lobby faded away. Eventually, they arrived at a private room, where another goblin sat waiting with a pile of paperwork.
"Name?" the goblin asked, not looking up.
"Percy Jackson."
The goblin's quill scratched across the parchment as it wrote down his name. "Species?"
Percy blinked. "Uh, what?"
Hecate sighed. "Pureblood."
The goblin paused, giving him a skeptical look. "Alright then. Come with me to do a blood test."
Hecate shook her head. "No blood test."
The goblin frowned. "It is compulsory-"
The goddess simply snapped her fingers, and the goblin's eyes glazed over. "Right. Sorry. No blood test."
Hecate chuckled softly as Percy shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
The goblin continued filling out the forms, explaining the different types of accounts and what sorts of treasures or items Percy could store at Gringotts. He felt a little out of place - back in the mortal world, he never cared much about money. But here, in this strange new world, it seemed like every step he took was deeper into something beyond his understanding.
After signing the final document, the goblin handed him a small, polished key. "This will open your vault. Do not lose it."
Percy pocketed the key, glancing at Hecate. "So, what now?"
"Now," she said, smiling, "you're officially a part of the wizarding world. Let's see what you do with it."
"So, what now? Some books or something?"
"Books and supplies," Hecate confirmed as they walked out of Gringotts. "There's more to magic than just wands and spells. You'll need to study."
Percy sighed. "Great, more homework. Not even time-travel can stop it."
Hecate chuckled and guided him toward the next shop. "Think of it as learning how to master the storm within. Your demigod powers can only take you so far - you'll need knowledge to control the magic you've been given."
"Ok, I guess." Percy said as they walked up to a store.
As they entered the shop, Percy caught a whiff of parchment and ink, reminding him of the smell of new textbooks back in school. He wasn't exactly thrilled, but if it meant getting better at controlling his powers, he'd go along with it.
The shop was dimly lit, lined with towering shelves that seemed to stretch far beyond what the building's exterior suggested. Dusty tomes and strange scrolls filled every available space, some of the books glowing faintly, others emitting soft murmurs as Percy passed by. It was a far cry from the neatly organized school bookstores he was used to.
"Welcome to Flourish and Blotts," Hecate said, her voice echoing softly in the quiet. "You'll need a few essentials, and perhaps some books beyond the standard curriculum."
Percy grimaced as he picked up a thick book titled A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration. "This looks fun."
"You're not here for easy reading," Hecate said, her eyes scanning the shelves. "Magic has depth, Percy. More than just wands and spells. You're going to need to understand how it all fits together. Trust me, this will be worth it."
"Yeah, I know," Percy muttered, flipping through the pages. "Still feels like I'm about to get buried under all this."
Hecate smirked. "You'll manage. Grab what you need - Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's all in here somewhere. I'll get some for you too, don't worry."
Percy sighed, gathering a stack of books that felt like they weighed more than the sky. He could already feel his mind buzzing from the sheer amount of knowledge he'd have to absorb. He wasn't sure how he'd manage, but then again, he'd faced worse than intimidating textbooks. He tossed a book on charms into the pile, hoping it wasn't as dull as it looked.
Hey, potions couldn't be as bad as pre-algebra.
With his arms full of books, Percy made his way back to the counter. The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow at the stack, muttering a spell to float them into a bag. "Looks like you're diving into some heavy stuff, lad. Be careful not to get lost in all that knowledge."
Percy nodded, though he wasn't entirely sure what the man meant. "I'll keep that in mind."
As they left the shop, Hecate gave him a sideways glance. "You did well in there, handling all that without complaint."
"I've had worse teachers," Percy replied. "I guess it's just weird. I'm used to dealing with gods and monsters, not libraries and magic theory."
Hecate smiled knowingly. "Every battle requires a different kind of weapon. For now, knowledge is yours. Soon enough, you'll see how it all comes together."
Percy wasn't sure if that was supposed to be reassuring, but he followed her through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley anyway.
"Where now?" He asked.
"Home," she said. "Or whatever you want to call our little base-of-operations."
He nodded, scanning the books. "This one looks cool."
Hecate raised an eyebrow, looking at the title. "Quidditch Through The Ages? Really?"
Percy shrugged, flipping through the pages of Quidditch Through The Ages. "It looks fun, and I've always liked sports. I could use something light to read after all this magic theory stuff."
Hecate chuckled, shaking her head. "I suppose even you need a break. But don't get too distracted. Your training won't wait for you to catch up on wizard sports."
"Yeah, yeah," Percy muttered, tucking the book under his arm along with the rest of his haul. "So, what's next? You mentioned we're heading back?"
Hecate nodded. "We've got everything we need for now. Your real journey begins with mastering the fundamentals - potions, charms, transfiguration, and combat spells."
"Right," Percy said, gripping the handle of his bag. "Spells." He couldn't deny the excitement building in his chest, but there was always that familiar edge of uncertainty when it came to literal magic.
They made their way toward the entrance of Diagon Alley, passing shops filled with enchanted trinkets, potion ingredients, and strange creatures Percy could barely identify. He had a feeling he'd be spending a lot more time in this place, learning to navigate this world of wands and spells while trying to figure out how it fit with everything else in his life.
When they finally exited the alley and stepped back into the ordinary London streets, Percy glanced at Hecate. "So, when do we start putting all this to use? I mean, the training is great, but I'm guessing there's more to it than just learning spells."
Hecate smiled faintly. "Soon enough. There's always more to it, Percy. But for now, let's get you settled in. You have much to learn before the real tests begin." She grinned wickedly. "And I am the best teacher around."
He snorted. "Somehow I doubt that."
Percy was a part of this new, magical world - but he definitely wasn't going to be playing by its rules.
He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
After all, he didn't burn easily.
Chapter over! Percy's becoming a wizard, slowly but surely. All that's left is learning magic from Hecate.
Review responses:
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