Wizards And The Gods (A Rick Riordan And J.K.R. Crossover)

Prologue

"I think it's time. They deserve to know how wizards truly came to being, shouldn't they? After all, this war has shown all of us the true extent of power and its effects."
"I agree with you Minerva. The students have the right to know. Also while you are at it, i shall want you to tell them about their existence and hardships," said Dumbledore to a pacing Minerva, the new Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "A mutual alliance with them shall do no harm, after all they are our cousin's and relatives aren't they?" Minerva chuckled. "It's been high time I paid a visit to an old friend. I shall see you later, Albus." "Good day to you too, Minerva."
With that the Headmistress used an international portkey, which she had kept hidden for emergency evacuation, to travel overseas to a place she called home, while the deceased former headmaster retired to his highback chair in his portrait.

"Camp Half Blood, i come home at last"

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It'd been three years since the war ended, three years since the Camps finally had some lasting peace. Chiron was happy to see his students live and train peacefully. He recently had his quarterly word with the Praetors regarding the camper count. The last three years saw a bumper leap in the camper count. New demigods were either escorted or recruited almost every week if not everyday at CHB and CJ respectively. Dionysus was called back to Olympus a year after the war. Lord Zeus had suspended his sentence, to Dionysus' immense joy, and there was no separate Camp Do as of now. The Seven and Nico, who spent more time at Camp now, went all over the country to find and escort new demigods to either of the camps the best they could. The Gods visited their children more often and bonded with everyone. Life was good. Everything was perfect. A little too perfect.

Naturally that's when something had to go wrong.