*AN: I will not list the POVs, I'll just make the *** for a POV or a --- for a Time Skip. Don't Worry, The POV will be easy to distinguish :D This story will take place after the Deathly Hallows, and Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore, Fred, and Snape are all alive. The PJO Time span takes place after The Crown of Ptolemy (Demigods and Magicians), but before the Trials of Apollo. Thanks!*

Dumbledore was pacing his office, wondering what to do. Voldemort was vanquished; but the seventh years - specifically Harry, Ron, and Hermione - all skipped their seventh and final year at Hogwarts, due to the final battle between Riddle and his followers. Dumbledore came to a conclusion, since there was no more suitable Defence Against The Dark Arts teachers - other than Lupin, though he had to take care of Teddy Lupin, since Tonks was dead - that Perseus Jackson, his defected grandson (Aberforth had a daughter, Sally Jackson who defected from the wizarding world, emigrating to America; she was a pure-blood) should come to Hogwarts to teach. In choosing to, he wrote out a letter to all Hogwarts students (also the eighth years) saying:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr/Ms. [Surname],

We are pleased to inform you that you have been enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your [Year Number] Year. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than the 31st of July.

Please note that we will be having a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Tragically, Dolores Umbridge will be returning to Hogwarts this year as High Inquisitor.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall and Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore,

Deputy Headmistress and Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore sighed. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to convince his great-nephew to come and teach, much less convince him that there were wizards in this world. But, Dumbledore had to try.

***

Percy Jackson was bored out of his mind. He was catching up on his boring algebra homework. He was stuck on question four-hundred and fifty-eight, which was:

(x - 1)² = (4 / x - 4) =>

x² - 2x + 1 = 16 (x - 4) =>

x² - 2x + 1 = 16x - 64 =>

x² - 18x + 65 = 0 =>

(x - 13) (x - 5) = 0 =>

Percy was pretty confident that the answer to the last one was x = 13, x = 5, but he was probably wrong.

Actually, he thought, x = 13, x = 5 was probably the answer to all the questions! Percy began to scribble a bunch of messed-up characters, thanks to his dyslexia. The ringing of the doorbell rang out in the house. Percy's mom opened the door. And there stood no one other than...

Gandalf.

Wait, back up. Gandalf wasn't as old as this dude, 'cause the guy looked like he had seen millennium pass and go. Which, Percy suspected, wasn't that farfetched, since there were a billion minor Greek, Roman, Yoruba (Annabeth taught him that they existed), Norse (Yes, Thor), Egyptian, and many other minor gods of different civilizations and pantheons that were in the 21st century on Earth.

But anyways, Sally gasped. "Albus? But... You died a long time ago!" Well, that proves it. A mini-Gandalf named Albus, who was a runaway escapee from the Underworld, presumably from the Fields of Asphodel or Tartarus when the Doors of Death were open. Or, he chose to be reborn, which Percy presumed as very unlikely, because... Since when did old people that Percy never saw, whose mind was wiped from the Lethe, come to his doorway? So, no, the Albus guy did not choose to be reborn.

The man smiled. "Hello, Sally. I'm here to request that your son comes to Hogwarts to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I have no suitable teachers, but I knew that your son exceeds in sword fighting. I would like to equip all my students with this skill, seeing as there are always monsters that can't be hurt magically, such as Draswilliens (AN: Yes, I did make that up), what you know as Empousai. So... Does he accept?"

"Wait up," Percy interrupted. "You're saying that there is a class in America that is called Pig Zits that has a class called Defense Against the Dark Arts, and you want me to teach it. What the Hades, Gandalf. Please, I've just been through a war, and I've been subject to two major prophecies. And my sword fighting? Forget it. I'm good, but I don't want to show off. I have to go through my last year of high school, and I'm taking college classes soon. So, no."

"I'm sorry, " Gandalf said. "I know you've been through this, but this is not a normal school, and it's definitely not in America, it's in Britain; but here's the big news: Wizards and Witches exist. My students have just been through a war, and they're emotionally fragile too. I wish for you to go and help them, as well as teach them how to fight. But don't worry," Dumbledore added when he saw Percy open his mouth," you won't be showing off. You'll be head of Gryffindor, but you're only teaching. I request one demonstration with Annabeth Chase, and the rest of the year will be on techniques. Also, try to help Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, as they're very traumatized at the moment. Otherwise, any questions?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Duh! What's your full real name? How can I be a teacher? I'm good at it, but I don't want to teach. Also, I'm not emotionally fragile. Yea, I've seen hundreds of Demi- uh, I mean people die." Percy cursed himself for mentioning Demigods. But, since Wizards and the gods from many, many different cultures (take the Egyptian gods, Norse gods, Roman gods, Greek gods, and many other cultures, aka Yoruba) were real, this hardly came as a shock to Percy. Honestly, he would have been surprised if Hecate didn't have a pet world of magical mortals.

"Yes, Hecate has a pet world, or what we call today as the Wizarding World." Oops... Percy must have talked those thoughts aloud. He facepalmed. Hello hand, meet face. Face, meet hand. Now, smack each other!

Percy hated his ADHD with a passion. "So, back to the point. Would you accept?" Percy thought for a while.

"Ok, but I need more answers. Since when were you guys in a war? It would've been on the European morta- I mean Muggle news, obviously. And... I have PTSD. Do you really want me to be thrashing around while I'm sleeping? Oh, what the-" Percy stopped because an iris message just came in. Annabeth was the caller.

"PERCY! There's a new prophecy, and it probably concerns you. Oh, just vapor-travel here, okay? Also, it talks about a different dimension and someone called "The Dark Lord" rising and coming back from the dead. COME NOW! Oh, wait... Why is Gandalf in your hous-"

"Hello, young one. I was just about to inform young Perseus Jackson of the wizarding prophecy. I trust that Percy will explain everything to you in due time. He needs to be a teacher. Oh, Perseus is coming now. I myself will be apparating to your camp." Dumbledore looked traumatized at the mention of "The Dark Lord returning."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Bye, mom. Sorry about this news. So what are you waiting for? Apparate!" And with that, Percy dissolved into nothingness.

---

Percy and Dumbledore arrived just in time. Annabeth was glaring at him. "Seaweed Brain! There's a counselor meeting in the Big House! Bring Gandalf!"

Percy nodded. "Dumbledore, come with me. We'll introduce you to Chiron in a few-"

"Oh Percy, I don't need introductions. Chiron and I have been good friends for a few hundred years already. I've come and gone, as this is my 42 life right now.

And on that happy thought, they raced towards the Big House.

---

Percy and Dumbledore arrived just in time.

"Ah, Percy! Come. We will recite the prophecy, and we will try to interpret more of the lines. Lord Apollo says he hasn't seen one of these in a few millennia. Rachel?"

Rachel nodded.

The works that Sybill wrought are set to fire,
A challenge must the heroes face; dire.
Soon the chosen one shall face his old friend
'Tis the red-headed one comes to meet his end.

Westward, must the fallen hero go,
As the portal between realms will fall blow.
Long friends, some old, some new and great to meet
'Till craters fill the castle with some heat.

The Dark Lord shall return and wreak havoc
Through lands of scorching death to your attic,
And 'tis the witches and wizards shall die
'Till all realms battle for blood as they try.

When He is known and Hogwarts reached alive,
'Tis only when the bodies starts to thrive.

Percy gaped at Rachel. "That's the new prophecy? I thought the Oracle of Delphi only pronounced simple acrostics with double meanings, AABBCC, with 4-6 lines? What?"

Rachel sighed. "With the means of most communication down, this prophecy wasn't delivered from the Oracle of Delphi. Trophonius's cavern gave us this. We've interpreted most of the lines, though we'll need your help for some of them. You know the Sybilline books? Ella's trying to reconstruct them; I've done most of the past prophecies. The first line of the first stanza says they'll be burned."

"The second line mentions 'The Chosen One'," Annabeth chipped in. "We think it's you, but we're probably wrong. Does Gandalf have any ideas?"

"Yes. 'The Chosen One' is Harry Potter, a student of mines," Dumbledore sighed.

"And the fourth in the first stanza mentions Rachel, I guess. But what I don't understand is the 'his' in the last part. Dumbledore?" Percy asked.

Dumbledore shifted uncomfortably. "It is probably one of the Weasleys; all of them have red hair. I would suggest to put it past us."

"Okay, punk," Clarisse leered.

Dumbledore looked past her. (ha get it?)

"The next stanza is a weird one. 'Westward' probably means to Hogwarts or something, right Dumbledore?" Lou Ellen asked.

Dumbledore looked shocked. "How do you know this?" he asked.

Lou Ellen stole his nose. "Because I'm a daughter of Hecate, Dumbodore. Hecate keeps us updated on everything she does. I knew that since I was 11, since I got the letters for Ilvermorny. Also, I'm guessing a certain son of Hades knows. Nico?"

Nico nodded. "Yes. I know that a certain Severus Snape is a demigod, a son of Phthonus, the Greek god of envy and jealousy. Also Professor Filius Flitwick; he attended camp not so long ago. He was said to be lost during the Battle of the Labyrinth, but in actuality, he just apparated away. He's a son of Trivia."

Dumbledore nodded. "And the rest?" he asked.

Percy sighed. "I can already predict them. I'll have to make friends at Hogwarts, and I'm guessing that I'll see someone there. I'm guessing I'll see Draco? The son of Nemesis? Oh, I'm a teacher. I'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I'll be focused on swordplay and archery. And don't worry," Percy quickly added when he saw the bewildered expressions on the others' faces, "I got Apollo's blessing and Artemis's blessing. My archery is more than a gazillion times better. Also, I can morph into a wolf and talk to wolves."

Nico nodded.

Percy continued, "I'm guessing the fallen por-"

"Will mean that all mythical realms will fall. And all humanity will become aware of our realm."

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Last Edited: 22/ 4/ 18