Demigods in Hogwarts!?

Wizards And Witches?

Percy Jackson was losing his mind. That had to be it.

Because there was no way that a Goddess contacted him after all of the Gods went silent for months. That just couldn't be right... Right?

I mean... Even his own father hadn't contacted him! Well this shouldn't really shock him as most godly parents never contact their kids until their 13. Percy made sure that they had do it at some point. The consequences of the Gods not doing so was quite... Bad. What had happened last year was a clear sign of these consequences.

So when Hecate, the Goddess of magic, approached him, he was scared.

Normally whenever the Gods want something from Percy, it involves endangering his life.

Now while he isn't the biggest fan of this, he wasn't going to deny a goddesses requests. That would just be dumb.

But... Since he had just taken a trip... 'Down there', he was a bit hesitant.

"Perseus Jackson." Hecate said. Percy kind of wanted to interrupt, saying that she could just call him Percy, but he chose not to. Y'know, in case she decided to annihilate him. The schizophrenia was taking a big toll on the gods.

"I had heard of you last year, but I could not actually meet you." She paused for a second, as if she was just remembering something. "Ah, yes. I thank you for giving me and the other... Minor gods a cabin." She said the word minor as if it were some type of disease.

"Uh... Your welcome?" Percy said, though it did sound like a question. Listen, Percy wasn't exactly use to gods thanking him. Anyone being use to that is impossible. Even with other gods!

"That's not why I am here, though." Hecate said. At the topic of, here. Percy Jackson was currently dreaming. He had expected to get woken up by nightmares of those...things in that area. But instead as he opened his eyes, he was met with the magic Goddess.

"My descendants are in big trouble." Hecate said, emphasising the big.

"Descendants?" Percy asked. "Yes, like a... Legacy. You were at the Roman Camp, right?" Before Percy could even respond, Hecate's face began to disfigure. She changed ever so slightly, but changed back quickly.

"Hmm... That was... Unexpected." Hecate paused. "Anyway, my descendants are well, wizards."

Percy's brain stopped working. Wizards? But he decided not to question it as he had gone through this kind of thing before with an annoying camp director.

"About 15 years ago there was a war. Or at least, that's when it stopped. There was an... Individual, Tom Riddle, who didn't appreciate the existence of muggle-born wizards." At the sight of my confusion she responded, "Muggles are those without magic. Mortals to us."

"Tom Riddle, or now, Voldemort, hated muggle-borns. He assembled an army of death-eaters, those with the same views as him, and tried to kill all the muggle-borns."

"But they were stopped. A young wizard, Harry Potter, stopped Voldemort. He had killed Voldemort... Or at least, that's what the wizards believed. Voldemort is not dead, and he is growing stronger - and so is his army, every day. Yet some, refuse to believe this. I need you to go to the wizarding world and stop Voldemort."

Everything was silent before Hecate added,"well... Not completely yourself, I'll provide you with help. The wizards can help too."

Percy hesitated for a second before responding,

"Yeah, sure. Nothing I can't handle."