Demigod Dreams and Wizard Letters

Prologue

An old, tall man stood on the towering chalk cliff, his long, white beard blowing under his right arm in the wind. He wore long robes, which were mostly protected from the stormy weather by a purple cloak fastened around his shoulders by a simple gold pin. His hair was long and pale like his beard, and it too streamed out behind him as the salty sea gale blew against his face.

On the man's nose perched a pair of half-moon spectacles, behind which two piercing blue eyes, which usually sparkled, now held the steely gaze of the sea. This man had been a regular visitor to this spot ever since he had first sensed the great power stirring under the sea. It had taken many, many years of experience to realize that this power was actually another magical being like himself, though infinitely more powerful, dangerous and unpredictable.

The man reached out his hand as if calling for something, closed his eyes, and began muttering under his breath. After many minutes, the man ceased his chanting and stood there, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

Suddenly, a gigantic wave came from nowhere and crashed against the cliff. Before it could swamp him, the man pulled a long, thin stick from his robes and pointed it at the monstrous wave. The water split into two sections, crashing down on either side of the man and leaving him unharmed. Finally, he opened his eyes and spoke two words.

"He's here."

Words swam through the water and pierced his ears. Who dared disturb him in his sea palace? He leapt off his throne, sped out of his castle, and dove through the sea at an impossible pace. Following the irritating stream of words, he reached a cliff and found an old, bearded man standing on the edge. This man had disturbed his sleep, this mortal. This mortal would pay.

He called a tidal wave to crush the man, and it rose at his command and sped towards the cliff. The older man raised a stick above his head, and the wave split in two above the man's head, leaving him dry. The one in the water was wary. Another with the power to wield the sea? He must talk to this man.

A figure shot up out of the water on a small wave and landed nimbly on the cliff in front of the older man. The figure was in fact a middle-aged man wearing a purple toga and holding a three-pronged spear. The bearded man did not seem surprised at all, however. He extended his hand to shake and introduced himself.

"Good evening. My name is Albus Dumbledore."

The other man scrutinized Dumbledore for a few seconds, then shook his hand.

"I am Poseidon, god of the sea. I don't mean to be rude-" he began, however, Dumbledore cut him off.

"-yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man."

Poseidon glowered at Dumbledore. He would have sent another wave over the man, but he knew that it would be fruitless, and besides, Poseidon needed to find out what, and whom, Dumbledore was.

"Who - or may I say what - exactly are you?" He asked eventually.

Dumbledore stroked his rather impressive beard. "I am a wizard - more specifically, the Headmaster of the largest school for young witches and wizards in Britain, Hogwarts."

Poseidon rubbed his stubble with his thumb.

"I thought that all the wizards disappeared a couple of centuries ago." Dumbledore smiled.

"No, we simply hid ourselves from the muggle - non magical people's - world." The wizard added at the god's confusion.
"Something called the Statute of Secrecy. Too many problems with the muggles. I have to say, we must have done a good job of it if the Greek gods didn't know about us."

Dumbledore frowned. "I shouldn't be telling you all this, really, but you must know that there are troubled times coming." Poseidon tightened his grip on his trident.

"... We have heard of a prophecy - the Great Prophecy - that speaks of the rise or fall of Olympus." Dumbledore lowered his head and peered at Poseidon over his half-moon glasses.

"I, too have heard a prophecy of the wizarding world's greatest enemy rising or falling." The two men looked at each other for a moment. Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"I believe that both of these prophecies speak of one person in particular - two boys to save two worlds ..." Poseidon jerked.

"My son, Percy ..." Dumbledore pushed each of his fingertips together.

"I believe that this will be a difficult time for these boys." Poseidon nodded. "Being in such similar situations, I think that they would have a much better chance of success if they were able to share their burdens with someone who is going through the same thing."

At Poseidon's wary expression, Dumbledore continued. "However, a binding must be put in place so they can tell no-one of the other's world, for safety."

"I agree." Poseidon said grimly. "How do you suggest they 'communicate'?"

"Here." Dumbledore pulled out two envelopes. "If you the this envelope to Percy, anything he seals in it will be transported to this envelope, which I will give to Harry, and vice versa. I have written instructions for each of these boys on the back of the envelopes. All you need to do is make sure this envelope gets given to Percy."

Dumbledore handed one of the envelopes to Poseidon. "It will bind him, keep him from telling anyone about the wizarding worldl. Likewise, Harry will not be able to tell anyone about demigods or Camp Half-Blood."

Poseidon started. "How do you know-" he turned on Dumbledore.

"Once I had figured out who you were, I made it my business to find out about you. I think you'll find that I have a certain gift for finding information others would like best to be kept hidden." There was the suggestion of a threat in his words, but Dumbledore's eyes sparkled warmly.

"Very well. I will give this" the god held up Percy's envelope, "to Percy. But I won't tell the other gods about this, assuming that you won't tell your Ministry." Dumbledore winked.

"I wasn't planning to. I am not fond of the Ministry of Magic in any case." He pulled out his wand.

"Now, I shall see this gets to Harry. I am sure you will be able to contact me if you have need to. Until then, goodbye."

Dumbledore turned on the spot and disapperated, leaving the god of the sea alone on the clifftop, more than a little perplexed.