The Half-Blood Prince (Percy Jackson x Harry Potter)

Chapter 2

(A/N Hey guys. I forgot when this takes place. This is the beginning of the Half Blood Prince but it will not follow the plot line. Dumbledore is alive and it also takes place after the Blood of Olympus but Percy is only 16-17 and so is Harry. ON WITH THE STORY)

I woke up this morning on the floor. I pushed myself up from the ground and sat on my knees. How did I even get on the floor? I am not usually a mover when I sleep.

When I stood up, stiff and uncomfortable, I stretched my arms and legs. Then I walked over to the small mirror that was hung up on the wall. There were red lines all over my face from the pattern on the floor. I just sighed and got dressed.

The normal sounds came from outside: sword on sword, the sound of an arrow being launched, and campers laughing or yelling. I walked outside of my cabin with my backpack and headed towards the Big House.

On the way, I dodged many flying weapons: spears, arrows, stuff like that. I was glad when I finally made it to the safety of the baby blue house.

I opened the door and found Chiron out of his wheelchair in all his white stallion glory. He then turned around when he noticed the slight breeze inside. "Oh, Percy. Are you ready to go?"

Shrugging I said, "I guess. Where am I going?" Chiron clopped over to the door and motioned me to follow him. Once we were outside, we walked towards Thalia's Tree. "You are going to England," he calmly stated.

It took me a second to actually realize what that meant. "Wait, what? That means-"

"-you'll have to fly a plane over," he interrupted. "I'm sorry, Percy, but you either fly or take the other way I have in mind that might be worse for you." He paused, waiting for my answer. We stopped at the top of the hill.

I turned to him and squinted my eyes in suspicion. "What is the other way?" Looking down on me, Chiron had a worried look in his eyes, similar to Annabeth's.

"It will affect you momentarily, but it is safer than flying but might have your body parts in the wrong places." The warning from Chiron made me a little nervous. "It will be about the same feeling as shadow traveling." That one was making me think of the time that Nico took me to Luke's house to meet his mom. It felt like my face was being torn in different directions and smashed back together. I just nodded to Chiron and he sighed.

"Ok, I will have to call my old friend, the one that I owe a favor to. He will come and he will be the only one who knows that you are a demigod." He trotted over to the Big House and after a few minutes, came back out. Must have made an Iris Message.

"He is on his way, Percy. He will explain things to you," he told me as soon as he came out the door.

"You still didn't tell me how I will be traveling," I mentioned, folding my arms.

"No worry," an old voice said. "I will tell you. I am the one taking you." The man behind me chuckled as I whipped around to face him. He held out his hand to me and recognized himself. "I am Albus Dumbledore. The headmaster of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

I shook his old hand and was shocked to find more strength than I expected. The man that stood in front of me had gray hair. His beard went down the front of his... gown, and stopped just above his waist. His "gown" was gray and seemed to be like liquid when he moved. He had intelligent blue eyes full of many years of troubled times. He wore a hat that pointed straight up like a wizard's. Well, I guess he is a wizard. I can tell you right now if Aphrodite saw what he was wearing, she would run away screaming "Why is he wearing that?" or "People do not respect the art of dress!" and maybe cry as she ran.

"I'm Percy Jackson. Uh... demigod at camp," I forced out. I mentally hit myself in the head. Why did I say that?

He just chuckled and said something quietly to Chiron. He chuckled too. I just stared cluelessly at them.