Demi-Wizard Percy Jackson

Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON. THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS ARE J.K ROWLING (HARRY POTTER) AND RICK RIORDAN (PERCY JACKSON)

Ten years with Smelly Gabe, my step-dad, I'm surprised that I haven't ran away.

He's the grossest and worst human being to ever grace the planet.

Why my mother, Sally Jackson, married him is a complete mystery.

He's supposed to be my step-father. But if there was an award for 'the worst dad' it'll definitely go to him without a hesitation from the judges.

I missed my mother as much as I missed freedom. I was punished to clean the house for miraculously turning Gabe's precious table to a stick. I got beaten with the same stick soon afterwards.

I cleaned my room, it wasn't much, but it had only a mattress, a couple of books and some seashells.

I don't ask much, but I do know that I'm grateful to be having some decent clothes from him.

Today, he and I were having a row until a wave of salty breeze hit the living room.

A man in fisherman clothes appeared. I did not know this stranger nor did I know how I resembled him.

Smelly Gabe had the thickness to yell at the man.

The man calmly silenced him, which is something I would've applauded to under normal circumstances, and said, "I'm here for my son Percy Jackson."

My jaw dropped, I had a dad. I thought I was an unlucky orphan stranded here with his no-good step-dad by the law.

Instead of feeling happy, I was vexed at him.

"Ten years and you haven't decided a good time until now to visit?" I yelled.

The man looked at me, his eyes full of pride and happiness yet filled with sorrow and grief, "Percy, if I could've given you a better life I would've. You will explore worlds and fight many things. Your name will be in history as it destined to. You'll do many great things but you'll have to learn to balance. And it's sad to see you stress and it's sadder to see you go down in history."

I was stunned at his words.

"Tomorrow morning, a Pegasus will bring you some presents. On September first, it'll come back and take you to a train station in Britain. You'll meet your Godbrother, Harry, and make sure to stick with him till next summer," he told me softly and disappeared.

I took a minute to register his words.

I was finally leaving this place.

I'm going to meet my God brother.

But my dad's words still rang.

At 11:00 I slept.

As if my luck could get any better today was my eleventh birthday.

As my father said, a young black Pegasus flew in with a small satchel of presents.

The satchel had a pen, a scroll and some food labelled, NECTAR AND AMBROSIA (HEALING FOOD) TAKE WHEN NECESSARY.

There was a letter as well. They got the address wrong, they thought I was in the U.K.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Jackson,