Rivaling 'Wizards' (Percy Jackson and Harry Potter)

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"No!" I declared after Chiron was done explaining. "I am not going to fight another war!"

"You aren't going to fight it. You are going to make sure it doesn't come to us." Chiron explained. "Wizards are mortals blessed by Hectate. They have schools all over Europe and now they want the American wizards help in their upcoming civil war."

"But America doesn't have wizards." Annabeth finished. Chiron nodded. "That pretense was made up to protect us and keep our English friends from investigating too much. Now I'm afraid it is backfiring on us."

A group called 'The Order of the Phoenix' had recently contacted us asking for our help. They were going to war with a dark wizard named Voldemort and they didn't think they were strong enough. Chiron had told the gods and they issued a 'quest' though it was more like a undercover mission. After a lot of "deliberation" on the gods part they decided that Nico, Thalia, and I would go to this wizarding school called Hogwarts.

"No." I said again. I had been through hell, literally, and now I was being told I had to leave home and ANNABETH for a year. And for what? To stop another war.

"Percy you have to go." Annabeth said. She was staring straight ahead with an emotionless face. "It's only one year. The campers can't handle another war." She started to cry and I held her in my arms.

"I'll go. I promise I'll call you every day." She nodded mutely and hid her head in my neck. This would be the first time we would be apart after the giant war. The war we had almost lost because if my nose bleed. Not my finest moment.

"So what do we tell them when we get there?" Nico asked, "I mean I'm guessing we aren't going to tell them who we are."

"No, you won't." Chiron said seriously, "Your story is that you are from the Western School of Magic. You are going to act as ambassadors but you will attend the school like normal students."

Thalia snorted, "Western School of Magic? Who came up with that lame name?"

Chiron looked hurt, "I did."

"Oh."

"When do we leave?" I asked, trying to break the tension.

"Tomorrow."

"What?"

"That's when their term starts."

"And you really think this is going to go well? Us in school?"

"They have agreed to let u do your work in different languages and they understand that your "magic" will bedifferent."

"Our magic?" Nico butt in.