Perseus Jackson, God Of Heroes

Wizards??? What The Hades!!!!

(A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys.)

Mom, Paul, and Gandalf laughed. "No, Percy, I'm not Gandalf." Not-Gandalf turned, and I saw a pair of twinkling blue eyes looking back at me. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am a son of Trivia. (That's the Roman Form of Hecate, Right?)

"Oh! Hey man, what are ya doing here?"

"Visiting friends. Your mother was one of my most brilliant students. A very good witch, powerful, and kindhearted; an unusual combination."

"Cool! So um, Dumbledore, why did you wish to meet me? Wait.... Did you say wit-" The man just chuckled, before looking at Mom.

"He is a wizard, Perce. So is Paul." Mom told me. She held up a stick, and muttered something. A mug of coffee flew into her hands. She gave me an i'm-so-sorry-i-didn't-tell-you-earlier look.

"Albus here is the Headmaster of a Wizarding School in England, which was where I did my schooling. You would have gone there too, or maybe to a Magic School here in the US if not for the prophecies. Demi-Wizards, like Albus and you, are not uncommon, but they are mostly children of the minor gods and goddesses, with barely a handful being children of Olympians. Albus believes that you are the only Wizard child of the Big Three to have ever been born."

"Gods! First Greek, Then Roman, Then Norse, Egyptian, Sorcerors and now Wizards! You've got to be kidding me! Clotho, Lecheises, Atropos, how many more secrets are you hiding? I yelled at the sky. "Thousands more, Perseus." Came the reply from the Fates.

Dumbledore looked amused, but quickly assumed a serious expression. "I meant to ask you this much before, Percy. Dark times are approaching the Wizarding World, and I would be grateful if you could provide assistance whenever necessary." "Sure, I'm always ready." He smiled at me, before shaking hands with Paul and giving Mom a hug before leaving.

Paul grinned sheepishly under my annoyed stare. "Don't blame me, buddy. Sally didn't want me to tell ya."
Mom shifted guiltily. "Percy, I wanted to protect you when you were young, and later, I didn't want to distract you from your quests and the prophecies."

I gave her a crafty grin,"A bowl of blue cookies will make me forgive you completely, mom."

She sighed and face palmed. "Might as well make them now. Want to take some to Camp?" I nodded eagerly. She disappeared into the kitchen, and Paul turned to me, and whispered, "Say, Percy, do you know a Sadie and Carter?"

The names sounded familiar, until I remembered. "The Egyptians! Yeah! Met them sometime ago, not a nice time at all. I got possessed by a vulture. Why?"

"Wait, did you say vul-"
"Forget that, what were you about to say?"

"Oh yeah, I met them in the street today morning. They asked me if I knew the way to your house, and when I told them I was your stepfather, Sadie gave me this locket and told me to give it to you. Here-" He took out a necklace from his pocket and gave it to me.

It was an eye of Horus. Carter had shown me how he hid messages in these, so I excused myself, went to my room and pressed the hidden button on the locket that I knew was there.

A wierd hologram popped out. "Hello Percy, this is Carter. You remember me right? The Egyptian Magician wearing linen pyjamas? We are having a bit of a crisis here. A couple of wierd people have shown up, claiming to be Norse. They say they are Enhairyaar -thats how I think its pronunced- and that you know them? Need your help, man. Hold the locket tight in your hand and say my name thrice. It'll get you here."

"MOM!" I yelled. "GOING OUT FOR A WHILE!!! GONNA COME BACK FOR THE COOKIES!!!"
"FINE! STAY SAFE!" she replied from the kitchen.

I did as mini-Carter instructed, and found myself outside the doors of a five storey building that seemed to be on top of a warehouse? Whatever. I've seen weirder. I knocked, and Carter opened the door. "Percy! Come in!"