Hello, everyone, it's Objudge1399. Welcome back to the new and improved "The Demigod Wizard" now named "Demigod Turned Wizard." No spelling or grammar mistakes, fixed plot holes, and no chapters dedicated to author's notes, lmao I know that was annoying.

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Also, I know that the Percy betrayed thing gets old but it's been used so much that there aren't too many ways to change it around.

VERY IMPORTANT- This story begins in 2014, not 1994 like the Goblet of Fire does.

At one point, Percy was the most revered person in camp half-blood, maybe even more so than Chiron. He was a hero to the boys, who wanted to be just like him. To the girls, he was eye candy. Untouchable, of course, because of Annabeth, but she couldn't stop them from looking, right? Everyone once wanted to be his friend or get close to him. Key word, once.

Now, Percy sat at the beach, alone. As he sat there, he thought back on how is life took a sudden turn for the worse.

Percy's new half brother, Jaden, sat next to him at the Poseidon table and listened to all the other kids talk about Percy's incredible achievements and everything he had done for the Gods. He poked at his food angrily. How come his stupid brother got all the attention and all the girls? His girlfriend was one of the prettiest girls at camp, top 5 definitely, Aphrodite girls included. He watched as Percy's girlfriend, Annabeth, walked over and sat next to him. His eyes quickly slid down to her ass.

Jaden sighed and quickly looked away before anyone could catch him looking. As he ate, a plan began to formulate in his head.

'Oh yeah' he thought, 'Percy won't see this coming.'

The next day

Jaden strolled over to Annabeth after breakfast. She was about to head over to the arena but she stopped when he called her name.

"Hey," she said, "you're Percy's brother right?" Jaden frowned at being recognized as that but he quickly put a fake smile on his face.

"I have something really serious to talk about," he said. She nodded at him to go on. "Well, I kind of saw Percy cheating on you."

Annabeth laughed. "Percy would never cheat on me."

"Yeah, when I found him and confronted him, that's exactly what he said that you'd say," Jaden. "His exact words were 'She'd never believe you so get the fuck out of here and keep your mouth shut.' I'm sorry but you trust him too much."

Now Jaden could see doubt coming into Annabeth's face. "I'm sorry Annabeth but it's true. I never thought my brother was like that but it turns out he is."

Suddenly, Percy came walking out of the dining pavilion. "Oh, hey Annabeth, hey Jaden," he said, walking over to them. He was about to put his arm around Annabeth's shoulder when she pushed it away and stormed off.

Percy looked shocked and then looked at Jaden. "What did I do?"

Jaden successfully hid his smirk and then said, "I have no idea."

Two weeks later

Life had taken a turn for the worse for Percy at Camp Half Blood. Everywhere he went he was either ignored or glared at. What hurt the most, though, was Annabeth avoiding him. He tried to ask others what he did but they just sneered at him.

He finally got his answer when Nico came to camp for a while. It was at dinner one evening when he slid next to Nico at the Hades table

"What did I do?" he asked Nico, the only one who wasn't glaring at him with pure hatred. "Everyone's been treating me like crap for the last two weeks and I don't know why."

"Apparently, there is a rumor going around that you cheated on Annabeth," he said. Percy was astounded.

"What? Are you crazy? Why would I do that? I love Annabeth more than anything in the world!" Percy whisper yelled.

"Yeah but these idiots clearly don't believe that you do. If I had to guess then I would say that the rumor was started by some jealous little kid. There are plenty at this camp. Apparently, the sheep demigods of this camp believed it without a second thought. My question is, why did she Annabeth believe him?" Nico asked himself. Percy was still trying to figure out why people thought him, of all people, cheated on Annabeth.

"I have to find Annabeth and tell her the truth," Percy said. He looked at the Athena table but she wasn't there. He noticed that Jaden wasn't there either. As he looked around the dining pavilion, he saw all the cold glares aimed at him. "It's unbelievable what a rumor can do." He stood up and calmly walked out of the pavilion, ignoring all the cold glares aimed at his back. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before walking back to his cabin. When he reached there, though, he heard weird noises coming from the room.

He opened the cabin door and inside the cabin was Jaden and Annabeth, on Percy's bed. Jaden was thrusting furiously into Annabeth from behind her. Jaden was grunting, moaning and muttering words to himself but Annabeth looked quite bored and let out a little grunt every few seconds.

After about twenty seconds, Jaden pulled out and a few spurts of cum flew out of the tip of his dick. If the situation was different, Percy would have laughed at the pitiful manhood that Jaden had between his legs. He tried to direct the semen towards Annabeth but she quickly rolled out of the way and off the bed. It was then that she noticed the tall figure of Percy standing in the doorway.

Percy was shaking in anger. As soon as Jaden saw Percy he fell off the bed. Annabeth's eyes widened. "Percy what are you doing here?" Jaden squeaked. He saw the angry glint in Percy's eye and was absolutely terrified.

"This is my FUCKING cabin, that you are having sex with MY girlfriend in!" Percy growled. Annabeth glared at Percy.

"How dare you say that! You were the one that cheated on me first! Jaden told me!"

Percy's eyes widened. "And you believed him?! I though you were smart! You really thought I, of all people, would cheat on you? Are you crazy? I loved you more than anything and you just believed this little shit over me? Are you serious!? I can't believe you, and I can't believe this whole fucking camp! You bitches turned on me so fucking fast after I saved your stupid sorry lives twice!"

Annabeth looked confused as if she didn't know what to do. Percy sneered at her and then turned to Jaden. "And you, Jaden. You little lying shit. I should kill you right there where you sit but I'm not that kind of person. Since this whole fucking camp hates me, I'll just fucking leave," Percy said.

And that's how the hero of Olympus found himself sitting at the beach alone. On his way here he was taunted by the people he thought were his best friends. Jason, Piper, Leo, and yes, even Frank called him horrible names. Percy looked down as tears began to fall from his eyes.

After a couple of minutes, Percy stood up and wiped his eyes. He had made his decision. He was going to leave. He walked over to the big house, ignoring all the jeers and taunts that were thrown at him. He walked to the porch, where Chiron was standing alone.

Percy looked at Chiron but before he even said anything, Chiron held up his hand. "I know what you want. You want to leave. I have seen everything that has been happening at camp recently. I hear what people have been saying about you. I don't believe it at all." Percy gave Chiron a sad little smile.

"Thank you," he said. Chiron smiled back. "But I still want to leave." Chiron's smile faded and he sighed.

"There is no safe place in America for demigods, Percy, besides here and camp Jupiter," Chiron said.

"No where?" Percy said.

"No where in America," Chiron said. Then, suddenly, his eyebrows shot into his forehead. "Wait a minute, no where in America!"

Percy looked confused. "Um, Chiron are you okay?"

"Percy, how do you feel about England?"

A few minutes later

"So you're telling me that wizards and witches have been living in Europe for centuries?" Percy asked.

"Not only Europe. I'm pretty sure there are a few here in America as well. Maybe even a school," Chiron said.

"And we never found out about them?" Chiron nodded. "That's unbelievable."

"That's right. The gods know about them, though, but they can't do anything about them. They are, for the most part, in Europe. Most gods' power does not stretch that far. The ones here don't cause too much trouble. So the gods leave them alone, and they live in ignorance, believing they are the most powerful things on Earth."

"They sound like a conceited bunch, these wizards," Percy said. Chiron nodded in agreement.

"It's true, and that's why we couldn't get their help in the Titan and giant war. They are very prideful and a war between wizards and demigods would most likely break out," Chiron said.

"So you want me to go to London, to some wizarding school called Hogwarts? How am I going to learn magic in the first place? You told me that you start going to school at 11 years old and I'm 16. (I know that after the giant war he's 17 but for the sake of this story, he's 16). I'm going to be taking class with the first years?" Percy asked. Chiron smiled.

"I have a solution to that," Chiron said. "I will get you a personal tutor. The best in the history of magic. You'll be tutored by Albus Dumbledore."

"You told me he was the headmaster," Percy said. "How's he gonna tutor me?"

"He kind of owes me a favor," Chiron said.

Percy was still confused. "But you said that wizards don't know about demigods," Percy said.

Chiron sighed and rubbed his temple. "A select few do because a select few are demigods themselves. Dumbledore is a son of Athena whose father moved to London when he was young. There, his magical abilities were discovered and he went to Hogwarts as a child."

"So how do you know that I have magic?" Percy asked.

"Percy, everyone has magic in them. Magic is just a piece of the mist inside of a person. A wizard or a witch comes along when a person is born with large quantities of the mist inside of them. The quantity of the mist determines the power of the witch or wizard. That is why many muggle borns are weaker than pure bloods. Because pure bloods get large quantities of mist from both parents. There are, of course, some cases with super powerful muggle borns and half bloods or really weak pure bloods but that doesn't matter. What I'm saying is, demigods have extreme quantities of mist in them so they are technically super powerful wizards. The problem is, not many demigods have become wizards. Only in a few cases have demigods studied magic and become wizards and witches. Some of these cases are good, like Dumbledore. Others are... bad."

Percy, despite everything that had gone wrong for him in the past few days, grinned. "I like that. It would cool to become a wizard. When does the school year start?"

"In september, so you have two months to prepare. I will contact Dumbledore in a little bit, while you are on your way to London. He will meet you there, don't ask me where, don't ask me when. He will take it from there."

Percy nodded. "Thank you so much Chiron. I'll never forget you, even though I'm going to try hard to forget to this place." Chiron got a sad look in his eyes.

"You are the best student I have ever had Percy, and you are a great hero no matter what anyone says. I am sorry that Annabeth didn't see sense. I will try to save your name but it will be hard," Chiron said, his eyes watering.

Percy hugged Chiron and said, "When can I leave?"

"Right now. As soon as you get to London, Dumbledore will know," Chiron said Percy nodded.

"I don't want to bring anything from here. It will remind me of... her. All I need is like, 300$ from the camp store and I'll be on my way," Percy said.

"Are you sure you don't want to bring anything with you? Not even your minotaur horn?" Chiron asked.

Percy shook his head sadly. "All I need is Riptide."

"Percy... are you 100% sure that you can't forgive her and the camp?" Chiron pleaded.

Percy shook his head. "She's showed me how much she really trusts me. I can't be in a relationship with someone like that."

Chiron nodded, understanding what Percy was saying. "I'll go get the money from the camp store for you." He trotted out of the big house. As he left, Percy sat down and waited.

A couple of minutes later, Chiron reentered the room. He handed Percy three hundred dollar bills. Percy pocketed them and stood up. Chiron patted his shoulder. "Good luck," he said.

"Thank you," Percy answered. Then he walked out of the big house. Chiron followed him out of the house and watched as he walked past the barrier and disappeared from sight.

A while later

Percy sat on the plane to London and stared out the window. He sighed.

'Why did my life have to be like this?' he thought. 'All I wanted was some friends and a life with my girlfriend.' Once again, tears threatened to leak from his eye but he quickly shook his head and thought, 'No. I'm about to have a new life in a new continent. I do not need to worry about them anymore.'

He went back to staring out of the window and started to wonder what life would be like at Hogwarts. Eventually he drifted off to sleep.

A couple of hours later, Percy was shook awake by the pilot. "Hey kid, the plane landed 15 minutes ago. You're lucky I decided to check the plane, I almost didn't. How did you even sleep through the landing?"

Percy shrugged and stood up. He walked out of the plane and down the stairs. The first thing he noticed as he strolled into the airport was the tall, old, man with long silver hair and an almost equally long silver beard sitting in the waiting area. To top off the weird look, he was wearing dark blue robes with tiny yellow stars all over it. Percy had no doubt that this was the Dumbledore that Chiron spoke of.

Percy was not the only one that noticed Dumbledore's weird look. Almost everyone in the airport was looking at Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked up and caught the lady next to him staring. He smiled and said, "Would you like a lemon drop?" The woman quickly looked away and acted as if she didn't hear. Dumbledore chuckled and muttered something that sounded like "Muggles."

Percy took a deep breath and walked over to the man. He came to a stop in front of him and said, "Excuse me sir?" The man looked up at Percy and smiled. "Are you Mr. Dumbledore?"

"Yes, that happens to be me," Dumbledore said. "Before you say anything, we will speak later. For now, we will travel. You don't have any luggage so we don't have to worry about that. Let's go." Dumbledore began to walk away and Percy started to walk beside him.

"Sir, where are we going?" Percy asked. "And how are we getting there?"

"We're apparating," Dumbledore said. Suddenly, he grabbed Percy's wrist and everything went black. It felt as though Percy's lungs were being squeezed out of his throat. His eyes bugged out of their sockets. Then, all of a sudden Percy could breathe again and he was on his knees. He stayed on his knees for a couple of seconds, breathing heavily, before he stood up and glared at Dumbledore.

"What the hell was that?!" Percy yelled angrily.

"Wow," Dumbledore said, "you didn't even throw up! Impressive."

"I was supposed to throw up?" Percy said incredulously. "You're insane."

Dumbledore just smiled. "I've been told that on multiple occasions."

Percy just shook his head. "Where are we anyway? And why are we here?"

"We are in the charming wizard town of Bibbering lane," Dumbledore said. "We are here today because this is where you are going to train, study, and live until September 1st when you go to Hogwarts."

"Here?" Percy said. "But it looks so... dark and gloomy."

"It's the perfect place because barely anyone lives here. There is an insane old lady that lives in number 6, an old man in number 5, and a nice little family in number 1."

"Where will I live?" Percy asked.

"In number 4,"Dumbledore answered, pointing at one of the houses. He and Percy walked over to number 4. Dumbledore tapped the door knob with what looked like a long stick to Percy, and then the door swung open. "This is your new home." Dumbledore waved the stick and all the lights in the house came on.

The house was comfortable enough. It was two floors. It had three rooms. A bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. It was basically like the basic mortal house except there was no electronics.

"Um, Mr. Dumbledore," Percy said, "where's the TV, and the PS4?" Dumbledore looked confused.

"What exactly is a PS4, Mr. Jackson?" Dumbledore asked. Percy was taken aback.

"You don't know what a PS4 is?" Dumbledore shook his head. "Well it's a video game system-"

Percy was cut off by Dumbledore's loud laugh. "We wizards do not use muggle electronics." Percy looked shocked.

"So what do you do for entertainment?" Percy asked.

"You won't have to worry about that, Mr. Jackson,, because for the next two months there will be no entertainment. You will have to learn five years worth of magic. Take a seat," Dumbledore said.

Percy sat. "So, Perseus, before we get to learning actual magic, you need to know the basics. The basic spells, charms, potions, etc. You also need supplies to do all of these things. And finally, you will obviously need a wand" Dumbledore said, showing Percy his. Percy nodded, showing that he understood the information that he had just been told. "Tomorrow we will head to Diagon Alley. It is like a big shopping center for wizards in case you were wondering. There we will get all your clothes, books, robes, and supplies. Then we will come back and I will give you further instructions. Understood?" Percy nodded. "Okay. You can do whatever you like in here, it's your house. I also knew that you would need new clothes." Dumbledore waved his wand and a bunch of muggle clothes appeared on the table in front of Percy. "Be ready in the morning. I'll be leaving now. I am a very busy man." Then Dumbledore disappeared, leaving a very tired Percy sitting in the chair in the living room.

"Well, today was eventful," he said as he leaned back in his chair and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning

Percy sat on the doorstep of his house, waiting for Dumbledore to come get him. He was wearing the new clothes that Dumbledore got him which, surprisingly, he liked. In fact, they were very similar to the clothes he was wearing yesterday. A hoodie, a pair of jeans, and Nike sneakers.

Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared in front of Percy. "How do you do that?" Percy asked. Dumbledore just smiled.

"You will learn that when you are at Hogwarts" Dumbledore said. Percy sighed. September 1st seemed so far away. "Right now it's time to go to Diagon alley. We will apparate again. Be ready this time." Percy tried to prepare himself but it wasn't enough. As soon as Dumbledore grabbed his wrist and Percy saw the darkness, his throat constricted and the squeezing began. It was, once again, a very uncomfortable process. And, once again, Percy found himself on his knees. He shakily stood up.

"Where are we this time?" Percy asked.

"We are in an alley around the corner from the Leaky cauldron, a pub and inn that is also the entrance to Diagon Alley. Come, let's go," Dumbledore said. He began to walk out of the alley and Percy followed behind him. They walked into a small pub that was on the corner of a busy street. The pub was filled with people but they all stopped when they saw Dumbledore with Percy. An old man with a little hunchback hobbled over to Percy and Dumbledore.

"Mr. Dumbledore," he said. "Is there anything that you would like?" Dumbledore shook his head.

"No, not today Tom," Dumbledore said, "I am just on my way to Diagon Alley." Tom glanced at Percy.

"Transfer student?" Tom asked.

"As a matter of fact he is," Dumbledore said.

"Which school? Beauxbatons?" Tom asked.

"He is actually from America," Dumbledore said, surprising Tom.

"Oh! Well nice to meet you," Tom said politely. Percy nodded and said, "You too." They shook hands and then Dumbledore and Percy made their way to the back of the inn, where there was a door that led to a back alley. In the back alley there was a brick wall.

Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped the wall 12 times on 12 specific bricks. The wall disappeared and revealed an awesome sight to Percy. It was like being back in the city. There were shops everywhere, there were street merchants selling weird things like pig hearts. There was a ginormous white building with a dome that looked a little like a football stadium.

"What is that?" Percy asked, pointing at the large white building.

"That is Gringotts," Dumbledore said. "The wizarding bank. Hundreds of thousands of wizards keep their money in that bank. That is actually where we are headed right now."

Percy was confused. "But I don't have any money in there." Dumbledore just smiled.

"You didn't. You do now, courtesy of Chiron," Dumbledore said. "You see, drachmas are very rare currency all over the world. They may not be insanely valuable to demigods but they are to everyone else. One drachma in the wizarding world is worth 20 galleons."

"What is a galleon?" Percy asked.

"I'll tell you when we get to the bank. The point is, Chiron sent me 50 drachma and I exchanged them so as of right now, you are rich (for a teenager of course) and in possession of around 1,000 galleons," Dumbledore said. Percy's jaw dropped.

"That's... cool," Percy said. Dumbledore chuckled and began to walk towards the giant building.

After a couple of minutes they reached the entrance. They walked past the guards, who nodded at Dumbledore.

The inside of Gringotts was beautiful. There were chandeliers on the roof and gold statues of what looked like little trolls around the room. There were rows and rows of the little troll creatures in the room. Some were working on papers and others were talking to different wizards about financial stuff. "What are they?" Percy asked Dumbledore.

"They are goblins," he answered.

"Oh, I thought they were trolls," Percy said.

"Lucky they didn't hear you say that," Dumbledore said. "They would be severely offended." Percy decided to just keep his mouth shut. They walked past the rows of goblins and to the final row, where a goblin was sitting on a chair raised higher than the other goblins.

"Griphook," Dumbledore said. The goblin looked up.

'Oh. Hello Dumbledore. Who is this?" the goblin responded.

"This is Percy Jackson, from America. We need to enter his vault. The key is right here," Dumbledore said, producing a key from his robe pocket. Griphook took the key and inspected it before nodding and saying, "Come with me." Dumbledore and Percy followed Griphook through a door on the right wall. On the other side of the door was what looked like some kind of underground cave bank that was multiplied by like, a thousand, in size. There was a train track and some kind of box vehicle.

"Hop in," Griphook said, He sat in the front at the wheel while Dumbledore and Percy sat in the back.

"So," Percy said, 'Where are we- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed because the vehicle took off at almost 90 miles per hour, and that was only the beginning speed. The little vehicle reached speeds of 150 mph. Under normal circumstances Percy would have thoroughly enjoyed the ride. After everything that had occured over the past few days, though, he wasn't sure he would thoroughly enjoy anything ever again.

The ride finally began to slow to a stop. When it came to a halt, Percy stepped out. His legs wobbled a bit but besides that he was completely fine. Dumbledore seemed a bit shaken as he stepped out of the cart.

"I don't think I will ever get used to that," he said.

"Not many people do," Griphook said.

So, shall we?" They made their way to a vault labeled J-2019. Griphook walked to the front of the vault and inserted the key into a little key hole in the center of the vault door. The door melted off and Percy's eyes widened as he saw piles and piles of thick, gold coins in the little vault. There were a couple of bronze and silver coins here and there in the vault but there were mostly the thick, gold ones, or galleons, as Dumbledore called them.

"The most valuable one is the galleon, then the sickle, then the knut. There are 17 sickles in a galleon, and 29 knuts in a sickle," Dumbledore explained. He then produced a brown pouch and handed it to Percy. "It has unlimited space so you can put whatever you want in there and it would fit." Percy grinned.

"Cool," he said. "Then he started scooping up handfuls of money into his pouch. He took around 150 galleons and a few sickles and knuts as well.

"Are you ready to go?" Dumbledore asked. Percy nodded. They walked back to the cart- like vehicle and, once more, sat in the back. They then shot off, back towards the bank.

When Dumbledore and Percy left Gringotts, Dumbledore handed Percy a list of things that he needed and the stores in which he could get them from. "I'm off to Hogwarts. What I want you to do tonight is start reading the books on the list that you buy. Of course I don't expect you to read all of them but at least start to."

Percy nodded. He never really enjoyed reading but maybe for once, he would actually be interested in what he read.

Dumbledore apparated away, leaving Percy in the middle of Diagon Alley by himself.

Percy looked at the list and his eyes widened. There were over 30 items on it. "Well," he said, "it's going to be a long day." The first thing on the list was a wand. Next to it said, Ollivanders. Percy looked around and at the end of the next street he saw it. The name said, "Ollivanders. Finest wands in existence." Percy walked down the street and into the store. No one was inside. Percy rang the bell on the counter and said, "Hello?"

An old man came from somewhere in the back of the store. He took a good look at Percy and frowned.

"Aren't you a little too old to be buying a wand?" he asked.

"My old one broke," Percy lied. Ollivander raised an eyebrow.

"I have never seen you before. And I remember every single wand I've ever sold," Ollivander said.

"I am not from here. I am from America," Percy said.

"Oh, a transfer student," Oliivander said, slightly surprised. "Well then let's get you a wand." Ollivander studied Percy for a couple seconds before saying, "Aha, I think I have one." He ran over to some shelves and started rummaging with some long boxes before removing one and saying, "Got it." He ran back over to Percy and handed him the box. Percy opened it and picked up the wand inside. Immediately, boxes started flying off the shelves.

Ollivander quickly snatched the wand away from Percy and put it back in the box. "Never mind," he said. He went back to the shelves and rummaged some more before taking another box and handing it to Percy. This time, when Percy waved it he shattered a window.

"Sorry," he said, as Ollivander grabbed back the window.

"It's fine,' Ollivander said. "Reparo" he said, pointing his own wand a the window. The shattered parts of the window flew back together.

Thirty minutes later

Percy had gone through 75 wands and had wrecked half of Ollivander's store. Percy was beginning to wonder if there was a wand for him after all.

Ollivander stared at Percy for a couple of seconds before saying, "Come with me."

Percy followed Ollivander through the whole store and into a room in the back. In that room there were more wands but Ollivander kept walking. He walked up to a door in the back of the back room and pulled a key out of his pocket. He inserted the key into the door. It swung open and Percy and Ollivander walked into the room.

Inside the room there were exactly three wand boxes. "What are those?" Percy asked.

"What do they look like?" Ollivander asked.

Percy rolled his eyes. "I know that they're wands but why are they back here?" Percy asked.

"These are wands made with the rarest materials in existence," Ollivander said. "Clearly none of the wands in the front are doing anything for you."

"What are these made of?" Percy asked.

"You will never find any of these cores anywhere. They are almost impossible to get. Many people died to get these wand cores. There is the ashes of a phoenix, the heartstring of a basilik, and the hair of a nymph," Ollivander said. Percy almost laughed when Ollivander said the hair of a nymph. He could get one any time he wanted, all he had to do was ask. The wand that really intrigued Percy was the one with the heartstring of a basilik.

"Can I try the one with the heartstring of a basilik?" Percy asked.

Ollivander shrugged. "You can try, but no one that has come back here has ever been able to claim one of these wands. Not that a lot of people have come back here. Only 22 people have ever come back here. They tried all three of these wands and none worked. They didn't even get a reaction. I'd be surprised if you did." Ollivander then pulled one of the wand boxes off the shelf.

"Thirteen inches, elder wood, basilik heartstring is its core," Ollivander said. He handed the box to Percy, who opened it and removed the wand.

Immediately the room filled with light and sparks shot out of the tip of the wand, then as fast as it came, the light faded. Percy looked at the wand and grinned. "I think I like it," he said.