Dumbledore ignored her in favor of asking Sally a question, "Is she to be trusted, Mrs. Blofis?"

"Of course she is," Percy cut in, his eyes hardening. He didn't notice that they all seemed to be slightly shocked (and scared).

"Well, Percy, Annabeth, do you believe in magic?"

They didn't answer that question. They just kind of, sat there. With wide eyes in Percy's case, and squinted ones in Annabeth's. If what she thought was going to happen would happen, she didn't know how to best prepare herself for the answer. She doubted that they were monsters. Monsters didn't sit around for tea and wait for their prey to come to them. And they didn't choose forms that looked somewhat normal. Not like these people.

Percy seemed to decide that he didn't like the awkward silence so he said,

"Nah, not really." Lie.

"I must ask you Mr. Blofis, if it's alright to call you that-" Professor McGonagall started to say. She stopped talking when Percy interrupted her,

"It's Jackson, actually, but sure."

"Well Mr. Jackson, have you ever experienced situations that could not be explained? Perhaps you summoned objects from far away when you wanted it? Or made flowers bloom with every step you took? Bear in mind, this does occur more often when you are still young."

Percy leaned back in his chair and didn't answer her. He ignored the feeling in his gut that told him it was regular ol' demigod stuff. He has vague memories of one of his childhood toys, it was a block with the letter P on it. Smelly Gabe had absolutely hated it when he played with it. Because it meant that Percy wouldn't stop talking. And talking meant blabbering about anything he could. So Gabe would always put it on the highest shelf there was, and never get it for him. But it always ended up back in his hands. He remembered a geyser of water hitting Gabe in the face when he wanted to take back the toy. So he always blamed it on the powers he got as a son of Poseidon. How did that happen?

Professor McGonagall seemed to expect his lack of an answer. So did Professor Dumbledore, who smiled. "What we are here to tell you, my boy, is that magic is real. You are a wizard, Mr. Jackson."

"We have also experienced what you have during our childhood," McGonagall continued, "We belong to a community of wizards and witches in Great Britain, hidden from non-magical folk. Or muggles, as we call them. Albus here is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We teach young wizards and witches like you Mr. Jackson, from the age of eleven until seventeen. There are also different types of wizards and witches, differentiated by blood. There are those whose blood dates back to wizards since the early 17th century. There are also those whose parents have no magic at all."

They took turns talking about magic, because it was a very long explanation. It reminded Percy of every History class he'd ever been in. He was surprised when he didn't want to go to sleep when they talked. It was Dumbledore that said,

"You see, sometimes the magical genes are dormant. It can skip ten generations and then all the sudden you have a child with the ability to do magic. We have a registry of those children. Every year we invite them to learn at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"We visit students that do not have magical parents to educate them about the Wizarding world. We would like to invite you Mr. Jackson to learn at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said.

Percy had his jaw wide open.

If Annabeth didn't have self-restraint, she would have done the same. Of course, she expected this outcome the most. But it was very different to know that for sure. Percy was a wizard! As if being a demigod wasn't enough. She thought of the power that could hold. Most half-bloods couldn't materialize things or summon objects by sheer will. All of their powers were in the domain of their godly parent. Unless your godly parent was Hecate, the goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, and many other domains. Since Percy was the son of Poseidon, she could only imagine what kind of power he could have if he trained for it. She ignored the voice in the back of her head, telling her to be jealous.

Instead, she turned her head to look at Percy, who now had his brows furrowed and was saying,

"I- I don't know what to say."

Sally decided to interject, "Their school is also in Scotland, Percy. It's a boarding school. You'll have to stay there from September until June."

The look of wonder in his eyes disappeared as quick as it came. He couldn't go to a boarding school. It'd be like Yancy all over again. He'd have to stay in a stuffy dorm with strangers, study subjects that these other people (wizards?) had since they were like, babies probably, and he'd be on an entirely new continent! Most importantly though, he would have to be away from Annabeth. For ten whole months. It was Hera all over again if Camp Jupiter was switched with Hogwarts.

He felt so conflicted he didn't even have time to laugh about the name Hogwarts.

"I'm sorry but I don't think I can go to your school."

Annabeth was flying in the air. With every passing second, her heart had sunk to her stomach before he said those words. Even the thought of Percy being away from her made her sick. Not to mention the distance? And also the fact that he wouldn't just be anywhere, he would be Scotland! In a world of wizards!

But she wasn't all that happy yet. Her brain tried to find any possible reason why they would invite Percy to their school. It didn't find any good ones. Thousands and thousands of questions filled her head. The most important one was, why Scotland? Shouldn't there be a wizarding community in America?

She didn't ask her question because Harry interrupted her,

"What?"

Up until then, he hadn't said anything at all. Upon hearing what Percy said, he became confused. "You just found out that you're a wizard, and you don't want to learn how to do magic?"

Percy knew what it sounded like. He also knew that if he wasn't a demigod, he would have jumped at the chance to be able to do magic. But he is a demigod. After everything he's been through, he doesn't want more power. All he wants is a normal life. With his family, with his friends, and especially with his Wise Girl. He didn't know how to say that to the three of them. Like, 'Hey! I just fought a war a couple months ago and I'd really like a break, thanks!'.

Thankfully, Annabeth stepped in for him.

"Of course he wants to learn magic-" she sneaked a glance at him to confirm her suspicions. He nodded. He was okay with her doing the talking for them right now. He had the slight inkling that if he were the one talking, he would ramble on and on and confuse them. "-but I do have a question. Why are you inviting Percy to your school? You mentioned that wizards and witches learn magic when they're eleven. And I may know nothing about the Wizarding world, but there is no way that there isn't a school right here in America. You have an ulterior motive for inviting Percy," Annabeth said.

She had more to say, but she knew they needed time to let her words sink in.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other. With the amount of intensity in their eyes, she thought they were talking to each other telepathically. It's not like it was impossible.

A few moments of silence passed. No one wanted to make the next move. Percy and Annabeth couldn't stay still. They were both anxious, squeezing each other's hands. They didn't know who to trust.

Sally nudged her foot against her son's. She wanted to comfort him, but she was also lost. How was she supposed to react to the fact that her son was a wizard and a demigod? Hadn't he been through enough?

When she looked at the other side of the room, her eyes zeroed in on Harry. If she had to compare him to anyone, it would be to Percy when he was having a tantrum. She knew that Percy was only slightly older than him, two or three years older was her guess. He looked like how he used to too during the war. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Sally didn't have time to think about it because the two professors had finally decided on what to say. Before Professor Dumbledore spoke though, the tension in the room seemed to increase.

"The Wizarding world in Britain has not exactly been peaceful in the past couple of years. Minerva here mentioned before that there are different types of wizards. Those whose parents do not have wizards or witches as parents are called muggleborns. They are also considered lesser than by purebloods. Purebloods are wizards or witches whose parents are also magical. There is a group called the Death Eaters that enforce these ideals. They torture and murder innocents just because of their parenthood. They are also lead by a man named Lord Voldemort. He is commonly referred to as You-Know-Who or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. They could be compared to Adolf Hitler and the Nazis.

"We have a spy within his ranks, who has recently confirmed our suspicions. Voldemort is now recruiting young wizards and witches into his army. He is branching out into other countries, such as France, Norway, and even America. The American magical government, known as MACUSA, has shut down contact with all other governments due to this. We assumed everyone had been aware, due to the wards placed around the borders of America. But once the student registry had been notified of your presence, I had to ensure your safety. We would like to offer you protection at Hogwarts Mr. Jackson."

"Bullshit," Annabeth scoffed, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, "Why wasn't it notified when he was eleven then?"

"Because normally the schools in America take care of the wizards and witches inside of it. When Ilvermorny and Salem were cut off from the rest of the world, we took it upon ourselves to look out for unusual activity." Professor McGonagall frowned at the blatant disrespect she was given.

She opened her mouth again to speak but Percy squeezed her hand to get her attention. He cocked his head to the hallway where his bedroom was. She frowned but knew that he wanted to talk.

"Please excuse us." Percy stood up with Annabeth in tow, an apologetic smile on his face. On their way to his bedroom, he heard his mom offer the guests some cookies. His stomach rumbled at the thought of the blue cookies. Damn, how could he forget to take a bite of those?

Once they were in his bedroom, they locked the door and shrugged off their bags. Annabeth took a step towards his bed, a smile cracking on her face when she saw the Finding Nemo sheets.

"Matches your boxers, Perce," she teased him.

"Annabeth-"

"No, Percy," she said.

Her tough facade from outside slipped away. She morphed into a different person in front of him. He could see the eye bags more prominently now. Her California-tanned skin paled and her fists clenched. Her stormy grey eyes darkened. She didn't look half as annoyed as she did outside. She looked exhausted.

"I know you want to go. When I heard him say war, I knew you couldn't stay here. If what he's saying is true, there are people being murdered and tortured right now. If I were you, I'd do the same thing."

That was kind of a lie, because Annabeth wasn't as selfless as Percy was. They both knew that.

"I'm not going to leave you, you know?"

"Percy-" "Annabeth," he retorted.

She looked up to stare at him, sea green meeting stormy grey. "We don't even know if what he's saying is true, anyways," Percy said.

"I believe what he's saying."

"Do you trust him though?"

Annabeth snorted in response, "A guy in his hundreds with a long white beard and a luminescent robe? Not a chance."

He stifled a laugh. In any situation, he could always count on her to make him smile, "Anyways. You do know you're coming right?"

She didn't answer him. She furrowed her brows and looked a lot like an angry kitten. Not that he'd ever tell her that to her face. But it seemed like she knew what he was thinking, and she huffed, "That can't happen. I may be a demigod, but I still don't have magic powers. If I was Jason or Leo, I could pass off as one. But again, daughter of Athena, remember?"

"Of course I remember! Which is why I thought you would have a dozen different ways to get yourself in by now,"

"Well sorry if I don't spend my time thinking about ways to become a witch!" Annabeth snapped at him.

Percy didn't say anything to that. He could tell she was frustrated. The start of their next big adventure turned out to be an adventure like many of their old ones. Full of surprises (and not the good kind) and war.

"Hey, hey." He stepped into her personal space and brushed a lock out of her face. "Everything is going to be fine, Annabeth. It always is. Besides, even if you don't spend time thinking about becoming a witch, I do. I know tons of different ways to sneak you in."

She cracked a smile and said, "Yeah? And how many of those plans involve me wearing a fake mustache and glasses?"

"Barely fifty-percent!" Percy pouted, feeling more lighthearted as she smiled more and more.

They didn't say much after that. With matching smiles on their faces, they wrapped their arms around the other in a tight embrace. "I don't know what's gonna happen," Annabeth whispered. Her hands tightened as the fear slowly crept into her.

"Neither do I," he said, "but we've got each other, right?"

"Right," she said back. And in the moment, that was enough for them.

Author's Note: Okay wowwww I did not expect this much feedback but THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the ppl that favorited, followed, and reviewed this story. SKSKSKKSKSKS. I love you all. I'm sorry for the really long wait and for those of you that read earlier, I did instead choose to go with Mcgonagall bcus it made more sense to me. Either way, characters might be OOC because I haven't read the books in a long time so please bear with me.

I really hoped you enjoyed reading this and next chapter, you will get to read from a wizard's Point of View.

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