Hello all, welcome to another chapter of "Demigod Turned Wizard." I hope that you're enjoying the story so far.

First off, good news everyone, I've just posted my Naruto fanfiction. I posted it earlier than I thought I would but my plot came together for me faster than I expected it to. At this point, the three stories that I'll be updating are "Demigod Turned Wizard", "A Universe At War" and "The Darkest of Shinobi" until I figure out whatever's going on with the other 2.

I hope you enjoy the chapter even though it'll probably be a bit short unfortunately. Any questions just leave a review and I'll answer them.

December 25th, 2 hours before the Yule Ball

"I'm going to repeat this again," Dumbledore said, "this may be our only chance until February to get rid of the boy. If he slips through our fingers again then multiple plans will have to be pushed back again."

"Yes, yes, we get it," Grindelwald said, rolling his eyes.

"That's what you said every time before and he managed to squirm out of our grasp," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, but you've been going on for about 2 hours now," Grindelwald said.

"Would you stop whining so he can talk," Barty Crouch Sr. said with an eye roll. "I have to go soon."

"Oh shut up you barely have to do anything," Grindelwald sneered. Crouch Sr. glared at him and Grindelwald made a face back.

"It's like talking to a child," Crouch Sr. said to Snape, who didn't respond.

"Yes, until that child is torturing you above a pot of boiling cheese," Grindelwald said, glaring at Crouch Sr., who looked a bit intimidated.

"Can we please focus?" Dumbledore said frustratedly. "Snape, do you have the potion keyed to Percy's blood?" Snape nodded. "Good. Put it in every single drink that will be in the Great Hall tonight. It won't affect any of the other students but if Percy drinks enough he'll be dead within minutes. Bartemius, you can take care of the imperius if we go with plan B. Potter and the Grace girl are both almost or completely resistant so we'll have to settle. Gellert, make sure you're in proper position by at least 10 PM in case the poison doesn't work and we have to go with plan B. Absolutely nothing should go wrong this time."

"Got it," Crouch Sr. said with a nod. "Now I have to go. If plan A is a scrap, I'll cast the imperius."

Dumbledore nodded and Crouch Sr. left.

"This is our biggest opportunity," Dumbledore said. "Do not mess this up. We don't get a do-over until February. You know your tasks. We must succeed tonight. Whatever it takes." (😂😂).

A little under 2 hours later

Dumbledore sat at the now circular head table where the judges were sitting in the great hall, waiting for the champions to enter. The other students of the 3 schools sat at tables much smaller than the usual house tables. The tables fit around 10 students each and were neatly organized. Each table was lit with beautiful lanterns and the walls were covered in silver frost. Mistletoe and Ivy lined the starry ceiling.

Dumbledore glanced at Gellert/Moody and Snape, who both sat at the side table for the Hogwarts teachers. He hoped that Snape had managed to get the potion into every drink. There was no room for mistakes tonight.

Suddenly, there was a loud hush in the great hall as the champions began to enter. Every eye was on the eight students entering the great hall.

The first two were a stunning Hermione Granger and Viktor Krum, a pairing that shocked many in the great hall. What surprised many more people was how beautiful Hermione looked. She had straightened her hair and, for reasons that Dumbledore already knew, her front teeth were normal looking.

The next two were Fleur Delacour and a ravenclaw named Roger Davies. Following them were Harry Potter and Parvati Patil. Potter's hair was still a bit messy but he had nice brown dress robes on and was actually wearing contacts instead of his thick glasses.

As Harry and Parvati made their way to the head table, everyone in the great hall waited for the last two to enter. No one had seen Percy Jackson since his duel with Pollof in the dueling tournament. Dumbledore answered every question on the boy's disappearance with the same answer. 'He was recovering from a severe head injury that caused serious brain damage and he would attend the Yule Ball.' But Dumbledore himself wasn't even sure himself if Percy would show up, especially after his second attack at the Hog's Head.

10 seconds passed, then 20 seconds passed. Dumbledore and nearly everyone else in the great hall held their breath in anticipation. Then, finally, Percy Jackson stepped into the great hall with Daphne Greengrass at his side.

Daphne wore a sea green dress and let her long blonde hair flow down to the middle of her back. All eyes in the room, though, were on Percy. He wore a sea green robe that matched his eyes and his date's dress. His black hair was still wild, as if he hadn't even bothered to touch it. For some reason, though, it made him look better.

The moment the two entered the hall, Percy's eyes locked with Dumbledore's. As he made his way towards the head table his eyes never left Dumbledore's. Then, to Dumbledore's annoyance, he smirked.

Percy sat down at the head table next to Fleur. Daphne sat on his other side.

Conversation began again in the great hall and at the head table. Percy's eyes, though, never left Dumbledore's and the smirk never left his face.

"Mr. Jackson!" Bagman exclaimed, "where have you been? We were all worried."

"I'm absolutely fine now," Percy said, still staring at Dumbledore. "I just had a few... difficulties."

"Eet ees good zat you are alright," Maxime said. Percy took his eyes off of Dumbledore for the first time to give her a nod.

"I think it's time we eat," Dumbledore said, plastering a smile on his face. "Just tell your plate and your goblet what you want."

The judges, champions and their dates began to call for the foods that they wanted. Dumbledore watched as Percy called for butterbeer. His goblet filled and he picked it up. Just as he brought it to his lips to take a sip, though, Daphne grabbed his arm and pointed at something that was going on at one of the student tables. Percy placed his goblet down and looked at where Daphne was pointing. It seemed as if Thalia Grace and her date, some seventh year ravenclaw, were arguing. Percy shrugged it off and picked his goblet back up.

Dumbledore clenched his fist under the table as Percy once again brought the goblet to his mouth. Just as he looked like he was about to take a sip, though, he caught Dumbledore's eye and gave him a wink.

Dumbledore nearly growled in frustration out loud before composing himself. It seemed as if the boy already knew, or at least suspected, that the drink had been messed with. Looks like he would have to go with plan B.

With Percy

Percy snickered to himself as he watched Dumbledore grit his teeth and look down at his plate. Sure it was pretty dangerous to mess with a wizard of his caliber but Percy couldn't resist it. Percy wasn't 100% sure before that Dumbledore had messed with his drink but now he was.

The last two weeks or so for Percy had been repetitive but beneficial. He had improved drastically with welding his staff and whenever he wasn't training, he was meditating. What made it all even better was Percy discovering that meditation could actually be substituted for sleep.

Ravenclaw's book had said, "When in a trance like state of meditation, the body shuts down and your brain waves get more powerful. It's similar to working out your muscles, except it's your brain working out. That's the reason that your senses get better with meditation. You can also get more in tune with your magic through meditation, which is why it's a key step in learning wandless magic."

Percy practiced and meditated day and night since reading that. The fact that he still couldn't make an object move without his wand or staff showed just how far he had to go, though.

Percy refocused his attention on Dumbledore and smirked again. He knew now that Dumbledore's first plan had failed there would likely be something else coming. He was ready for anything, though.

A bit less than 2 hours later

Trying to dance with your girlfriend and watch out for potential murderers at the same time was tough but Percy could handle that. What he couldn't handle was dance requests literally every few seconds he was free. He had to keep an eye out in case any more attempts were made and it was hard to do that when you were getting yanked around on the dance floor by teenage girls.

Finally, Percy managed to escape to a random table in the corner of the room where Harry also happened to be sitting.

"What's up with you?" Percy asked, taking a seat.

"Nothing, I'm just bored and having a really lame night," Harry said. "I think Parvati's mad at me because I was looking at a few other girls."

"She's not your girlfriend, why is she getting so territorial?" Percy said with a laugh. Harry shrugged.

"I guess it's hurting her pride. I'm going to go dance with her. Maybe that'll make her less angry," Harry said. Percy nodded at him and Harry stood up to go find his date.

Daphne soon found her way to the table in the corner and soon, her and Percy were tonguing each other down.

"Lets go somewhere else," Daphne said, "people are watching."

Percy and Daphne left the great hall and were soon kissing each other as they made their way up the stairs. Percy wasn't even sure where they were going or why their were going upstairs but he didn't care. He was enjoying himself.

Minutes later, Daphne had dragged Percy into an empty classroom on the fourth floor.

She was sitting on his lap and kissing him while he sat on the teacher's desk. After a few minutes, Percy started to feel a bit lightheaded and slightly dizzy. He didn't know what was wrong but he shrugged it off and kept on kissing Daphne.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom banged open and Percy practically threw Daphne off of his lap to whip his wand out from inside his robes. Standing in the doorway was Gellert Grindelwald, obviously disguised as Mad Eye Moody. Percy raised his wand and pointed it at the "dark" lord, who just smiled. Once again, though, Percy found himself getting a little bit dizzy and he found it hard to stand up straight.

"Percy Jackson," Grindelwald said. "You've escaped us a few times but that won't be happening again, I'm sure."

Percy shook his head but that didn't help at all. The dizziness was starting to worsen and all of a sudden, his stomach started hurting. Grindelwald noticed this and smiled.

"Ahhh, it seems as if you accidentally consumed some of Severus' poison. Not enough to kill you but enough to cause you extreme discomfort," Grindelwald said. "That's good. That makes this much easier."

"Did you follow us up here?" Percy asked as he tried to clear his head.

"No," Grindelwald said. "I was actually led here."

Before Percy could register what Grindelwald said, he felt an extremely sharp, burning pain in his back. Percy screamed out in pain as whatever had stabbed him was ripped out of his back. Then, another stab just below the first one.

When the weapon was ripped out of his back again, Percy whirled around to see Daphne standing there with a knife that was dripping with blood. Percy was too shocked to speak. He only watched with wide eyes as Daphne raised the knife again. Percy grabbed her wrist and, filled with anger, threw her across the room. She slammed against the opposite wall and slid to the floor, unconscious.

"Awww, you didn't have to do all of that, Percy," Grindelwald said in a mocking voice, "she was under the imperius, you know."

Percy's eyes widened and he looked at Daphne's unconscious body. He took a step to go over to her but he suddenly sunk to his knees, his vision blurry and unfocused. He could feel the blood dripping from the deep stab wounds in his back. Every time he took a deep breath the searing pain in his back flared up, forcing Percy to take short, ragged breaths as he kneeled on the floor. He tried to vapor travel away but that took a high level of focus and with the pain and dizziness, he wouldn't be able to vapor travel for a while.

"Albus would probably kill you while you kneel there on the ground but I'm not Albus. I'm not going to strike you dead while you're this weak. I will give you a choice. Death by sword duel or wand duel," Grindelwald said.

Percy slowly stood up as the dizziness slowly began to fade. His vision was still blurry, though. Instead of answering Grindelwald, Percy pulled riptide out of his pocket and uncapped it. Anaklusmos spring to life.

"So you choose sword? You do remember what happened last time, right?" Grindelwald said with a smirk. "Oh well. Your choice."

Grindelwald conjured a four foot sword just like he did in the hospital wing.

"I see what your plan was," Percy said, his voice slurring a bit. He was trying to buy time so that his vision could completely clear up and his body could regain some energy. He still felt very weak and not in fighting condition at all. "You messed with the drinks, probably putting some kind of poison in it that could only affect me somehow. Most likely through my blood. I wouldn't be surprised if you got yourself some back after the hospital wing fight. You probably got Snape to whip something up and spike all the drinks down at the kitchens before the Ball. Then, if that failed, your plan B was to put Daphne under the imperius curse and make her lead me up to this room, where you would come and try to kill me."

"Yes, that was the plan. Nice job figuring it out. We didn't expect you accidentally consuming some of the poisoned drink to be part of plan B but it's a nice bonus," Grindelwald said. "I'm still not sure how that happened. I was watching you most of tonight and you were very careful."

"I think it was because of Daphne," Percy said. He was starting to see more clearly and he needed to prolong the conversation. "She was drinking quite a bit tonight and we exchanged a lot of spit. I wouldn't be surprised if that's how it got in my system."

"See? You should have followed the old saying: When you know someone's trying to poison you, always check your date's spit for poison because if you stick your tongue down her throat, there's a good chance some of the poison will end up in your system," Grindelwald said. "Now let's get to this duel, shall we?"

Grindelwald leaped at Percy, who's vision was still slightly off but not completely horrible anymore. Grindelwald, just like in the hospital wing, was the perfect mix of power and skill. In Percy's weakened condition, he was getting pushed back by Grindelwald's strong blows the moment their blades touched.

Percy suddenly ducked a wide swing and dove to the side behind a desk, which he picked up and threw at Grindelwald. The desk flying at his head caught him off guard and Grindelwald just barely ducked out of the way.

"Wow, Percy. I was gracious enough to let you fight for your life and now you cheat?" Grindelwald said, "I'm hurt."

Percy ignored the taunts of the "dark" lord and hurled another desk at him.

"Fine. If you want to cheat, I'll cheat, too," Grindelwald said. He pulled his wand out. Once Percy saw that he had pulled out his wand, he pulled out his own and pointed it at him.

Percy was absolutely beat down, though if you looked at him from the outside, it wouldn't be too easy to tell. Not only had he accidentally gotten the poison in his system, which weakened him and made him extremely dizzy, he had gotten stabbed twice in the back and had just dueled one of the best swordsmen he'd ever faced for 4 minutes. The hand that held his wand was shaking and Grindelwald noticed.

Just before they could begin dueling with their wands, the door opened and Albus Dumbledore made yet another timely entrance.

"We will not be doing this this time," he said. With a wave of his wand, Daphne's unconscious body floated towards him and he reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"I'm going to have to ask you to drop your wand, Percy," Dumbledore said, "or she gets dropped from life."

"That was not good at all, Albus, please never do that again," Grindelwald said, curling his lip. "You know what would have been better? Release your wand or I will release her from life."

"Would you please shut up, Gellert," Dumbledore said with a sigh.

Percy, meanwhile, was desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of this without Daphne dying and without having to reveal his staff, which was currently in necklace form around his neck.

"There is no negotiation, Percy. Either you die, or you both die," Dumbledore said. His wand was just a foot from Daphne's unconscious face. Percy tried to slow his breathing down and think but nothing was coming to mind. The pain in his back wasn't helping and neither was his eyes unfocusing every few seconds.

Percy slowly bent down and placed his wand on the ground and put his hands in the air.

"Now put her down," he said. Dumbledore smiled.

"No. Avada Kedavra."

Yeah I know it was kind of short but I wanted to end it there.