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A/N: This is the edited version! :D

=-=-=-=June 29th =-=-=-=

The windows were dark from the black night. Torches were scattered along the stone cold walls, lighting up the incredibly long hallway that led to gods know where. Doors littered the hallway, some open, some shut tight. The whole place screamed 'Stereotypical Dracula movie." After the moment there was to examine the hall, footsteps could be heard. I saw a girl... I felt like I knew her. Her dark eyes full of confidence. She was walking towards me, unaware of the danger that lurked beyond one of the doors that were cracked open. I saw him before she did , a man in robes, ready to strike. He was holding a stick.

"Percy..."

The girl knew something was up. She was walking slower now. I tried to yell, to tell her to turn around. Instead, nothing could come out. I was frozen and forced to walk as she walked. She was right in front of the door when it burst open, smacking her in the face. She stumbled backwards

"Here already?" The man laughed. She merely smiled, ironically.

"Percy, wake up.."

"Hah, I'm not scared of you. I only came here so I could tell you to back off, I know Percy'll never join you. And without him you have zero chances."

"Very well then, I shall make this quick and easy. Avada Kedavra!" He shouted. A green light, and the girl, Kylie Sparks, was lying dead, on the ground. She was the newest Athena camper.

"Perseus Jackson Wake up!" My eyes flung open. I was sweating, my heart was pounding against my chest. I looked up to see an annoyed yet concerned pair of stormy grey eyes.

"What... Oh, Annabeth... What time...?"

"10 o' clock. You're late for the counselor meeting. Chiron sent me to get you." I scrambled to my feet. Shoot, not again. I thought. Luckily enough, I slept with my camp shirt on. So what it was a little stained? It was fine.

"Let's go, then." I said as I slipped a pair of shoes on. Annabeth looked at me with a face of disgust. "...What?" I asked, glancing up at her.

"You're not even going to change?"

"Nope." I said.

"Boys." She muttered, rolling her eyes. Together we walked to the meeting at the big house. I looked looked like an absolute train wreck. Bags under my eyes, scruffed up hair. Honestly, I had looked like I just got done with fighting a hell hound. But I didn't necessarily care. We walked in, and I saw everyone. Jason and Piper we going all lovey dovey on each other, Katie and Travis were gossiping, no doubt, while Connor was putting something that looked oddly like bugs into Travis' shirt, Clarisse was arguing with Thalia, and Nico was talking to Will in a hushed voice. Pollux was looking at his watch bored, as Lou Ellen tried to get his attention. Clovis and Butch were arm wrestling, Clovis looked ready to sleep. Chiron was watching the whole thing with slight amusement.

"Hey guys!" I said, sitting next to Leo, and Annabeth sat next to me.

"Hey Percy!" Piper smiled.

I nodded at her, giving a small wave. "Hey. Again." I cleared my throat. "So, uh. What's up?"

"Nothing much," Thalia said. " Lot's to talk about. Y'know, we'd probably be already half way through if someone didn't show up late-"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, cut me some slack. I haven't gotten any sleep in the past week. Anyways, what are you doing here? The hunters are back?" Thalia just shook her head, and continued to speak.

"I'm visiting for the weekend. Back to the subject of us having a lot to talk about. We have chariot races, capture the flag, and war-" Thalia was saying, but I rudely cut her off.

"War. Did you just say war." The look I gave her was murderous.

Annabeth picked up where Thalia left off. "Yeah, she did. Nothing major. We're not even involved. We'll discuss it later." I nodded, content with the answer.

"Well then, let's start with Capture the flag, shall we?"

The rest of the meeting was a blur. I zoned out, staring at the table, acting as if I was listening. I couldn't focus. Not with the dream, nightmare, whatever it was, still on my mind. I didn't know what it meant. And what war? There were so many questions I had, but I couldn't even ask.

Later that day, I had been walking to dinner when Annabeth caught up to me. "Hey, seaweed brain. I haven't seen you all day. What've you been up to?"

I shrugged, reaching out to grab her hand. She took my hand, looking up at me with a curious look. "Nothing, really. Just got done with the lava wall. Did you know I have a new record? Five seconds. Beat that." She laughed quietly, and squeezed my hand.

"Sure you did, Percy. If you did that, then I'm Athena herself."

"Well I mean, you do look like a goddess."

She blushed, and rolled her eyes, a smile continuing to spread across her face. "Thanks, seaweed brain."

"Well, it's true."

She didn't say anything, yet she continued to smile. We both remained silent, just enjoying the walk and each others company. A minute later she cleared her throat. "Percy, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"What were you dreaming about this morning?" That question caught me off guard, but I knew it would be coming sooner or later. I looked at her to see that her smile had been wiped away, to be replaced with a look of concern. I just shook my head and looked away from her.

"I honestly don't know. It was... weird."

"Tell me about it."

I sighed. "It... well, it took place in a castle. And there was this guy, right? And he pointed a stick at this girl, and she died."I simplified it, trying to say it in a joking tone. Although, she knew me too well to know that it wasn't a joke. She squeezed my hand.

"Anyone you know?"

I was about to say, but I just shook my head. She had liked Katie. I didn't really want to say it. She knew I was lying, I know she knew. But she let it slide. "If you find out, just let me know, alright?"

I nodded again. Hopefully, it wasn't real. Maybe tomorrow Katie would appear right back in camp, a smile on her face. I knew better, though. The rest of that night had been the same as usual.

Harry's POV.

Me, Ron, and Hermione just stared at Dumbledore in disbelief at the news we had just received.

"So your telling me, You-know-who Had a daughter, that went unnoticed?" Ron said, shocked.

"Correct." Dumbledore confirmed.

"So, what do you want us to do about it? Is his daughter a threat?" I asked.

"Not so much his daughter, more like his grandson."

"A grandson too?!"

"Yes Harry. He's your age, and it's your job to get him onto our side. Me and you will personally go to his house and invite him to Hogwarts, we can not let him become a Death Eater"

=-=-=-=August 20th=-=-=-=

Percy's POV

Camp was over for the year, and I was going to at least try to go to school. I owed it to Annabeth and my mom. Plus, if I wanted to go to college in New Rome, I had to pass my SATS and graduate. I know, it was going to be hell. I had taken a taxi to my apartment, smiling upon arrival. It was marked with the usual Pegasus-dented Prius. It was the run-of-the-mill New York apartment. Five floors, smelled like hotdogs and dust, but it was great. Overjoyed to be able to see my mom again, and just relax, I walked into the building, and too my door. After knocking, I waited a moment. Then, she appeared. Sally Jackson, literally the best woman ever. Except there was one problem. She wasn't smiling. Why wasn't she smiling?

"Hey mom." I was slightly hesitant. "Is... everything alright?" I'm sure the concern was leaking through my voice at the moment.

"Percy, there are some people here to see you." She said. She didn't really answer my question, and had a bit of a grim tone.

Never ever have those words been good. Every single time those, what, nine words? Yeah, nine words. I was right. Anyways, any time those nine words have been spoken, and put in a sentence, together, has meant I did something. Either it's a police officer wanting to know why I was seen at the Library that got blown up an hour ago, or a very angry teacher who needs to have a parent-child-teacher conference ASAP, or even Mrs. Smith downstairs who ASSUMED it was me who put the hole through her ceiling. (It was an accident, okay?)

My mom moved aside to allow me to step into the house, and I did, nervously shoving my hands in my pockets. I walked into the living room, immediately seeing some old guy, sitting next to someone who was about my age. The older man had a calming smile on his face, that helped with my nerves. Yet, on the other hand, the guy looked as if he wanted to shove a sword into my chest. I knew that look because I got it a lot. I felt as if he was going to literally kill me. Who knows, maybe Gandalf the Grey would've jumped in. Of course, I still felt like I did something wrong. My first words to them were, "What did I do now?"

The Gandalf-ish one chuckled slightly. It was probably because of my look of fear and confusion. "Hello, Perseus." He said in a British accent, standing up to properly greet me.

"Just call me Percy." I said, frowning.

"Well then, Hello Percy. I'm Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts." He reached out his hand. It took me a moment to get the hint that he wanted to shake hands. After the awkward second of silence, I took my hand out of my pocket to shake his. After, my hand retreated back into the safe confines of my pocket.

"Nice to meet you, Mister Dumbledore."

"And it's nice to meet you, Percy. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here. Well. As previously mentioned, I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts. Hogwarts is a school for special children-" Please, note my eye roll. I've had the whole 'we want you to go here because blah blah blah.' speech over twenty thousand times. My mom probably paid them to take me, after they saw my record. He noticed my eye roll. "Ah. Let me clarify. Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards, Percy. And you have just been invited to attend for the year.

My jaw dropped. What the hell was this guy talking about?

A/N: Currently, this is the edited version to be up to date on the canon. Please let me know what you think! This chapter may not line up with chapter 2 exactly, because I added a BUNCH more stuff to it! But either way, I'd like to thank you for reading. Your constructive criticism has really helped a lot. And as always, a shout out to TeamLeo4Lyfe, who had originally inspired me to write this story. Thank you, and the next edited chapter will either be out tonight or tomorrow.