o0o Chapter One o0o

Chiron sat in his wheelchair on the porch of the big house unmoving, for he didn't think he could. The old centaur's mind was wiring a top speed, but going nowhere; like a car on a lift going one hundred miles an hour. He simply could not accept the nights events, he told himself it was a dream, that it was fake, not true, that he had simply imagined the whole thing. Deep down he knew, however nightmarish the previous night had been, it was indeed real.

It had been roughly twelve when she came, but after she left all he had done was sit there, trying to accept and process all she said. He had not slept, only sat there in silence trying to find a way to prove what the Titaness said was impossible, it came down to him finally accepting it. When he did though, he wasn't exactly glad he came to terms with his newfound knowledge.

In his three thousand years of life he had never seen something quite like this, and he hoped he never had to see it again. He loved this student; he took pride in the fact that he trained him. His students were always special to him, but this one, he was special, unique, someone that was great with a sword, could lead an army, win a war with the worst odds; but that wasn't what he admired most, it was him as a person.

Many people who were as great as him thought of themselves as higher than other people, above their peers, they often got cocky, arrogant, but not him. No, he never changed his view of those around him, he was always the same man, on the outside at least. He admired this fully, for he had seen very few people like this even in his long life, these people were rare.

The part that worried him though, was the fact that one of his favorite student was changing, he acted the same, cracking jokes acting happy, smiling, brightening the mood everywhere he went. He confided his secrets in his mentor though, he felt the guilt weighing on him and it only got worse and worse, every death, it was his fault, he hadn't been there, or hadn't done his best or been fast enough. This deeply concerned the centaur, the boy told him it was an act and after that, he started to see through it.

Sometimes he could tell when the boy was truly happy, and would always smile when he saw this, sometimes he could identify a 'bad day' and that whole day, he saw that almost everything was fake, but most times he couldn't tell. He didn't like it, it could mean a lot of good days, or it could mean days that just weren't awful, needless to say he really didn't like it. For that matter, he had to think of something, and he had. Something that he hoped would help make his student better.

He shared the idea, and his student happily agreed, from there they took it further. He knew the student wanted to wait until he was 'better', but he couldn't wait any longer. They finalized the details only three days ago, every weekend the camper was to go home, then come back around Monday, except for the first time, the pair decided the boy would stay a full week.

The old centaur thought it would be good for the hero, to go home. He would have gone tomorrow. Instead of following through with the plan, it was disrupted.

The boy was taken, to who's knows where, to do who's knows what. That wasn't even the kicker, it was for a year, with little communication insured, on top of that, the only words regarding his safety, were, 'He is safe, at least for now.' and a promise to inform Chiron of his death, if it came.

This wasn't the first time something out of the blue came and snatched the hero from his well-deserved break, but he had hoped the last time would be his student's last many times over, but it truly never seemed to end.

He was scarred for the slightly broken boy, hoping against hope that his student wouldn't get worse, or break completely. For his student was the mighty hero Percy Jackson, and he cared so greatly for the boy, he wouldn't know what to do if he didn't come back the same, or worse didn't come back at all.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of gold hair, when he turned towards the source of movement, he found he was looking at Annabeth Chase, and she was coming right for him. Chiron hadn't thought about her much, with all the denial he went through, but this was going to hit her hard, even harder than it hit him. The centaur watched sadly, as she came closer, he could now she the worry written on her face.


He could hear the question before it was asked, with look on her face and the worry that laced her voice he knew why she was here.

"I think its best we go inside."

His tone was weary, sad, and tired, he couldn't act in front of her, she needed to know, and acting like things were fine wouldn't help. They sat facing each other in the big house, Chiron in his wheelchair, Annabeth in an armchair, both knowing full well that neither of them would enjoy the conversation.

"What happened?"

She didn't need to say anymore for Chiron to know what she was taking about, normally a question this vague, with nothing obvious around to reference would not make sense; but currently, nothing more needed to be said.

"I am not entirely certain, but I do know a few things, only basic things, few but important. Last night Hecate came, she told me what was happening, well, to an extent at least. She would barely tell me anything. She informed me that he was chosen, she needed a job done, and to have it done right, she needed Percy. The Titaness said he will be unable to communicate often, and that he would be needed for a little less than a year. She also told me that no one was to go looking for him, she said to warn people that there would be consequences."

The centaur explained in a strained somber tone, because he knew the effect of this would be large. This would greatly affect those close to him, meaning it would affect them the most, but it didn't stop there, Percy knew just about everyone here. He was a friend to all, someone that kept the peace, the hope, the happiness, he was their leader. As he talked a tear slid down his cheek, unable to keep it in any longer. The whole camp had just gone through war, for a second time. They needed someone to help them pull through, and get back up again, that someone was Percy. At a time when they needed him, and a time – little did they know - he needed them. He was taken, snatched away.

Annabeth didn't even reply, she just started crying.

Silent tears slipped down the centaur's face as he recalled the evening before. He had begged, pleaded with was the Titaness to reconsider, to choose someone else, to let someone volunteer even. She only stared at him and shook her head,

"He is the one I need.

"I chose him.

"The decision has already been made.

"He is already gone."

Then she had left. As he sat there her words circled his mind. As he sat watching Annabeth cry, he knew why.

They had hoped for peace, time to heal, time to relax, to have fun, to be themselves, to be together. Instead of getting what they should have, it was yet again taken.

As he sat there, he heard Seymour, Dionysus' leopard, the one that would be rude and snap at everyone - everyone except Percy - moan. As he sat there and thought, silent tears continued to cascade down his face for his stolen student. The one and only Percy Jackson.


I know this is long, read the first part if you want to know a bit about the story, read the second if you want to read the AN for the chapter I took down.

I know this still isn't much. It's pretty sort and still doesn't say much about the story, and because of that I think I'll say a bit about it. So, stick around for this AN.

This idea came to me a while ago and when I started it I didn't have a plan so it didn't turn out and I never finished. I've now begun rewriting it. This time around I took the time to actually plan it, I'm not going to say too much about it because that's no fun, but I will say enough to give a general idea of what it's about.

This will be all about Percy going to Hogwarts (shocking right?) but this time it's just him, so already it's a bit different from typical story. I know there are still some like this, but there aren't as many as I would like which is why I started writing this in the first place. Percy isn't the same boy he was a few yeas ago, some people write like he is, and everything is fine. Although I enjoy these stories, this is going deal with Percy after the giant war. Not perfect Percy. I'm going to avoid as many clichés as possible, it's going to be a challenge to carry out my plan for the story... Although a lot of people say this, I really can't help it, and please believe me when I say, this will be different. Starting out with a cliché I know, not good, but let's ignore that shall we? Wow I'm bad at explaining, that still doesn't explain too much, but I will say spoilers are my mortal enemy and if I gave any I would be so mad at myself. I guess the most I can do is say please stick around...

{You know, I just thought of something that I should say. This will be set close after the giant war and in the sixth year at Hogwarts. This came from me wanting to mention that one thing I will not do is what I call making the year 'flat.' Meaning when people ignore the entire actual Harry Potter book and focus on Percy so much it's hardly even that book anymore. I am not going to be able to get every detail, in fact I will even change some stuff, but I will pay attention to, and stick to the book.}

One more thing I would like to mention is reviews. I would love some feed back and possibly even some ideas, especially while this is new. Don't feel obligated, just saying, I would love to know what you think. Good or bad.

Lastly, I'm going to address the fact that this chapter came out two days after the first. Sadly, I must ask you not to expect this, I only am able to do this because this chapter was almost complete when the other was put up. School has just started not too long ago, I'm still adjusting to being back and being in a new grade, I currently have tons of homework. I really hate it. I am going to try and get a chapter out every two weeks or so.

Well that was long. That's all I have to say for now, so thank you very much especially if you got all the way down here, and bye. - BBB :)


This is the prologue-that-I-decided-to-take-down's author's note. It was taken down for ominus reason's, ones you don't question.

Sorry about, ah, whatever this site (it won't let me type the name of it here, it's pretty weird, I've tried twice and the name won't save) decided to do to my story, it took a while but I believe I've fixed it. I just joined, this my first ever story so please understand that it is not the best, I appreciate criticism but please, no flames.

I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, they belong to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling.

I also do not own the cover art, I found a picture and edited it. Not sure who's picture that was but, again, not mine.

Those disclaimers are story wide, I don't want to, nor will I remember to say that every chapter.

:) Thanks for reading, BBB (9/17/2020)

P.S. - Since I'm back thought I'd say something, wow. I didn't think anyone would really see this with everything else out there, so thank to those few who saw my story and picked it among all the other choices. It means a lot especially since I've never posted before and this hasn't even been up for a day.

P.P.S. - I'm back again, fixing something else, thought I should also say a HUGE thank you to ZriptideZ, without whom I would have never have been able to navigate this stupidly hard to navigate website. Also go check out her story, Two Types of Heroes.

P.P.S. - Wow, lots of these today, these A/Ns probably won't look so weird after this first post. I had to put the disclaimer in there and fix a ton of stuff. The reason for this one is addressing the review asking me to split up the paragraphs, I get it, I also think it's easier to read the smaller paragraphs. When I read that I was just stared at it for a minute asking myself why the heck I just left the mega paragraphs there... Anyway, I hope this helps. :)