(Spoilers ahead if you haven't read Trails of Apollo yet. Sorry if timelines are mixed up, I would love for them to make sense but I tried to make them be as realistic as I could. Harry is 12-14 when Percy is born, it's cannon. So unless you don't care that I made them same age I wouldn't read this.) Hey Demiwizards, I got the idea from reading a bunch of Wattpad stories on the demigods going to Hogwarts and thought it might be cool to have it the other way around. All rights go to our queen Rowling and uncle Rick. All I own is my own made up characters and my plot. After Deathly Hallows and the first Trials of Apollo. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville go to Camp Half-blood. Maybe Nuna, I don't know, I ship it. Sadly it didn't happen. Piper and Jason are actually at Camp Half-Blood in this fanfic and Leo come back early. Most everything else stays cannon. Oh yeah, and for som reason, I am going to try and add Pollux into this, you know, Dionysus's kid. I swear Dionysus is the second most loyal god, Hera being the first because being the goddess of marriage does that to you. That is all for now. Bye, bye Demiwizards!

"Race, what's goin' on? Where 'ave ya been?" Crutchie asked, eyeing the boy with worry. Race ignored him and continued limping to the stairs. "Race, get back over here. Crutch and I stayed up waitin' for ya, the least you can do is tell us where youse been." "I'm fine," Race mumbled, not stopping. Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed the younger boy's arm, not missing the way he tensed up. "C'mon Race, look at me. What's wrong?" Race slowly turned around, keeping his eyes down with the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his face. "I just had a run-in with a couple of guys who were lookin' for a fight. I got a little beat up. Really, it's nothin'." "It's not 'nothing' Race. You're walkin' worse than I do!" Crutchie exclaimed. Jack grabbed Race's chin and tipped it up and Crutchie gasped. Jack's eyes widened too as he and Crutchie got a glimpse of their brother's face. Crutchie's face turned red with anger, his hand clenching his crutch tightly. "Who did this to you?" *** It's a month after the strike, and everything is going great... until it's not. It starts with small arguments with newsies from the other boroughs, and only gets worse. None of the boys know whats going on, but they're trying to ignore it, until one day something happens that none of them can ignore. A/N: Sorry about the sucky summary, I'm bad at writing those.