Present Day

The room was dark save for the small lit white candle whose flame flickered a deep orange and vibrant yellow sat on top the dark oak dresser and the thin streams of light filtering through the shear blue curtains which covered the open window as the sun began to peak over the horizon. Already the sound of cars and dogs could be heard through the window and a figure shifted in the bed shivering from the light breeze floating in the sheets scattered haphazardly around the bed a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He shifted again flipping on to his side curling his body inwards on himself knees closed on his chest his breathing shallow. His mouth sat open slightly and he wheezed a little in his sleep like he was having a hard time catching his breath. He uncurled his body turning on to his back his right-hand clutching at his chest his body lay tense like a coil about to snap out and his face was screwed up tight. He let out a small whimper of fear and a single tear slipped down his cheek.

Suddenly his eyes flew open and he pressed his lips together his right hand flying up from his chest over his mouth choking back the sob and swallowing the gasp that almost fell off his lips. His breathing was ragged and he was shaking his body soaked in sweat. He wrinkled his nose up in disgust and tried to slow down his breathing. In for three out for five slowly so slowly until his breathing was some semblance of normal. He slowly worked on releasing the tension in his body relaxing the muscles in his legs then his back then his arms the hand that was covering his mouth sliding down to his side taking a small trail of drool with it. He sat up in his bed sending a quick disgusted look to his slightly damp right hand before scrubbing his face with his left wincing as that one came away wet with tears.

He tiredly sent a glance towards the small wall clock ticking over his dresser, 6:30am, a reasonable time to be awake at least and it also means that he got more than three hours of sleep last night. The joy of small victories.

He slipped off his bed making sure that his feet hit the floor silently before opening the door and as quickly as he could silently rushing over to the bathroom. He flicked the switch on the wall by the door stopping in front of the sink turning on the tap and splashing some water on to his face. He crabbed a towel hanging behind him and keeping his eyes pointed down towards the sink he lightly scrubbed around his mouth and under his eyes.

Once done he glanced up towards the mirror above the sink and took in himself. His eyes were rimmed with red and his face was sunken slightly with exhaustion his brown skin tinged with an undertone of an ashen gray and sickly in the florescent light. He sighed splashing a little more water on his face and feeling the fatigue slip away as he breathed out. He raised his head up and stretched his arms up standing up on his toes before falling back down.

He blinked clear his eyes of sleep and lightly tapped his cheek willing the water dripping down his chin away and drying his face. The water made things better, he felt clearer more relaxed from the simple act of splashing his face in the morning. His skin felt cool to the touch an appreciated reprieve from the weak smoldering lurking just under the surface of his skin.

Now that he was more awake, he took notice of the light hum close to his ears like a whispered lullaby carried in from far away on a soft breeze. He shook his head once trying to shake the sound from his head and out of the corner of his eyes he saw slim strings of light dancing in the air a pale shimmering gold tiny thin strings that glinted like twinkling stars .

He shook his head once more and the sound faded away. He blinked once, then twice and the lights were gone. He chanced a small smile tired small at his reflection before turning the tap and stopping the flowing water, switching off the lights of the bathroom and walking out.

Head held high and a little more relaxed he stalked out into the hallway towards the kitchen and quietly switched on the stove. He wanted to make breakfast, but he needed something, he needed something. He frowned annoyed sifting through his mind trying to pinpoint the desire caught in the back of his throat. He eyes slid over the counter passing over the sugar whispering to himself

"I want-" his statement was cut off by a soft growl from his stomach and he felt heat rising up his face and he looked back in forth across the empty kitchen like someone could have caught him. He laughed a little at his own ridiculousness rolling his eyes.

"Yeah," he whispered into the empty kitchen "I want something sweet."

He opened the fridge and scanned over the ingredients in the fridge before he spotted it, blueberries. A smile spread across his face, blueberry scones with honey. Perfect.

He gets to work mixing the butter and flour mixture (by hand because he's not an animal) cutting and shaping the dough lightly bobbing his head up and down to a tune playing on loop in his mind. In the middle of shaping the dough he pauses looking up and turning around staring across the counter separating the kitchen from the living room into the dark space. As he stares the hair on the back of his neck stands on end and he squints into the darkness.

Something shifts under the cover of the dark as he stares. The once static shadows illuminated by the shine of the kitchen light melded around a single space and the area near the center of the room appeared darker, deeper like he was staring in to a dark and deep abyss rather than the living room of his apartment. If he looked deeper he could just make out something gleaming, small slivers of a dark green and small flashes of a deep gray that blended in to the surrounding black. He blinked and the lights faded away.

Sighing in resignation and a bit of annoyance he finishes cutting. He takes a moment to compose himself running the idea of placing the pastries in the preheated oven before ultimately sticking them in the fridge. This will at least make sure that they won't burn before he can take them out again. He knocks his hand together over the sink dusting the flour of his skin and watching it quietly fall and settle on to the damp surface of the sink like snowflakes sticking to the cold gray sidewalk. Some stubbornly sticks to his hand and makes the executive decision to clean the white dust from his hands and in the sink later.

He turns stalking over to the small dining table and plopped down on to one of the seats. He leaned forward on resting his elbow on the table and his cheek on his fist. He stared out into the living room still save for his foot tapping impatiently on the floor as he waited.

Something shifted in the room and slowly out of the darkness came a large dog. It stood proud and head level to the table its legs were large and body powerful its fur sleek like oil flowing down its back and its eyes were a shock of bright emerald green shinning and eerie in the darkness. It sat down its head held high and it looked almost regal as the shadows curled around it body and its eyes stared at Percy.

Slowly the shadows that curled and swayed under the dog's feet stilled before flowing erratically crashing against the black dog rising higher and higher up the dogs body who sat still emerald eyes never leaving Percy. The shadows moved erratically flowing fast around the dog and it reminded Percy of the waves during a storm crashing against the rocks and shoreline powerful and chaotic. The shadows covered the dog and rose higher and higher until it towered over the dinning table. A shock of green cut through the black and the shadows fell away slow like molasses and faded out of view.

In the place where the black dog once sat stood a woman of about thirty years. She stood straight head held high and eyes narrowed looking at Percy in contempt. Her hair was pulled back out her face split with one half braided together and the rest flowing down her back in waves of deep obsidian. Her eyes shimmered the same emerald green as the dog from before cold like the stone which color they resembled. She was dressed in a simple floor length white dress gold embroidered down the side on the hem in the shape of laurel leaves. She glided away from Percy the sound of her footsteps nonexistent and quietly pulled out a chair sitting across from Percy hands folded in her lap. Her thin lips were turned down in a frown and she regarded Percy once more before speaking.

"Perseus Jackson, good morning to you"

Percy sat up emulating the pose of the goddess before him hands in his lap and back straight his mouth pulling upward into what he hoped at least looked like a warm and cooperative smile. His eyes were as cold as the goddess sitting before him and his was sweet but razor sharp along the edges tipped with the poison that was his own rapidly rising irritation.

"Good morning to you as well milady. What do you want."

She froze in front of him in surprise before a small smirk spread across her face as she looked at the boy in front of her with a hint of amusement coloring her otherwise stony gaze. "Perseus Jackson," she started her voice powerful and filling up the room in spite of the quite tone and Percy was struck with the idea that if she was addressing a crowd not a single person would be able to stop themselves from listening to her talk with rapt attention, "is that any way to speak to the goddess of magic." She stated indicating the lack of reverence or fear much less politeness in his tone.

The smile stayed frozen across his lips and his gaze slipped downwards into his lap eyes burning with irritation before snapping back upwards towards Hekate. "Percy, if you don't mind and I'm sorry milady but I don't think you would visit me unless you needed something from me and you did spend a good twenty minutes sitting in my dark living room just kind of staring so I'm a little tired of waiting to hear what you need from me." He paused contemplating his own words before starting again choosing his words with more caution this time "of course I mean no disrespect towards to I'm just" he paused once more his eyes flicking downwards towards the table glazing over for a second as he searched for the phrase he wanted to use to describe the storm of emotion caused by Hekate's appearance. He looked up after a bit "I'm just confused I think."

The smirk grew into an intrigued smile and she huffed out a small chuckle "of course, of course you are correct I do have need of your assistance." He leaned back resting against the back of the chair he sat in and looked at the god sat in front of him with intrigue curious as to what her request could be. Hekate having his full attention took this as an indication to continue talking and to begin detailing her request.

"It is quite a story I have to tell to explain why I need you to."

"Can I offer you food."

She blinked surprised at the interruption a small excuse me escaping her mouth as Percy jumped up from his seat suddenly filled with an anxious energy as he scurried around the kitchen placing the scones in the oven and pulling out an already finished set from the oven and placing them on a plate on the table and plopping them down on the table.

"Sorry for interrupting you but my mom has this thing about guest and food and its sort of a habit now sorry." Hekate was quiet taken aback by that burst of energy and flurry of movement that had flared up like an explosion then quieted down just as quickly as it came and she starred towards the center of the table where the product of that energy sat. "They're blue" she said indicating the blueberry scones died the color of the sky that sat in on the table in front of her.

Percy lit up at the observation before stamping down the excitement and offering only a shrug in response. The area the two sat was weighed down with an awkward silence before Hekate shifted grabbing one of the pastries and waving a hand over the table causing a white porcelain plate to appear before her taking a small bite and setting it down on the newly materialized plate.

"Well I need your help with a sort of project of mine that has gotten a little out of hand in recent years." He sat silent waiting for her to finish what she said.

"During the height of the Greek empire in Athens if I were to use the mortal way of documenting time this would have been around 430 B.C.E where I had gained some popularity. Because of this I had gained a relatively large group of dedicated worshippers and became a patron for these people. They named themselves the Hekataions and because of my elation at this I decided to bestow a gift to some of my more, um shall we say dedicated followers." A smug grin crept along her face and her eyes had narrowed and glazed over with nostalgia although they still shone with an almost feral quality, the look of a lioness stalking its prey. All together she looked almost manic and Percy tensed then relaxed stubbornly swallowing his disgust and fear.

She blinked rapidly falling out of whatever memory she was exploring cleared her throat then started again. "My gift was the ability to harness the energy of the world and manipulate it to the harvesters will with stipulations of course, my gift was the gift of magic. My blessed could conjure wind and rain they could see the memories that stayed locked in the heads of others they could change their forms in to any creature and commune with things that ordinary mortals could never dream of even catching a glimpse of some could see the future and still some had the ability to create the most amazing contraptions and creatures. Soon afterwards my blessed would come together and as mortals do they would start families and passed down their gifts to their offspring and in that way a population of magic users were created. Then the Grecian empire fell but the bloodline of those blessed continued on growing and spreading across the region. The blessed began moving away from the Mediterranean and spread around the world and I taking interest in this developing society watched. As the heart of the west and by extension Olympus moved, I moved as well and occasionally I would occasionally bestow blessings on to those who caught my interest and the process would begin again. As of today, there exist a large society of magic users the English speaking sect began to call themselves wizards spread across countries and interconnected with each other. They're society did as societies and mortals do and forgot their origins and connections to me, but they also grew into something that even I struggle at times to understand."

She beamed as she described this obviously proud of the progress her former followers had created although her tone held a tinge of bitterness as she spoke and her eyes once again glazed over as she continued as she fell once again in to memories of the times before. She mourned the loss of those who used to revere her, and she mourned the loss for those groups those followers who in even now stayed close in her heart. Percy listened on with interest fascinated by this world that sprung from the actions of this god in front of him.

"As amazing as that is Lady Hekate and I mean that sincerely it is really really amazing I'm confused why that's important and what that has to do with me or with your request. Also, wizards is that really what they call themselves."

She stopped speaking sending him a look annoyed by his interruptions and he closed his mouth. The silence stretched on for a minute before she continued. "As I was saying the society did as societies do and grew and changed, several different cultures sprung up with in the population around the world. In the wizard world in Great Britain a movement began to cull a group of people who were not born from non-magical families began by this man named Tom Riddle his followers addressed him as Lord Voldemort."

A bark of laughter came fell from Percy's lips and he slapped his hand over his mouth shaking with stifled giggles. Hekate sent him another exasperated look and he removed his hand biting his lower lip to futilely hold back his laughter. "I'm sorry" he started before doubling over in silent laughter. "I just" another laugh choked out "Voldemort is that really the best they can come up with wizards," another laugh "are certainly creative." At the look the goddess was giving him he held his hands up in the surrender position quipping "shutting up now" before closing his mouth although he still fought down the smile creeping across his face and his eyes were still sparkling with amusement.

Hekate let out annoyed sigh through her nose visibly exasperated by the young demigod's shenanigans. "As I was saying" the tone of her voice biting "Lord Volde-" she paused frowning before starting again "Tom Riddle called himself a dark wizard with the goal to purge the wizarding world of wizards of non-magical origins or muggle born muggle being the English wizarding community's word for non-magical people." She paused to look at Percy who hand was over his mouth again stifling quiet snickers. She elected to ignore him continuing her explanation. "Should he succeed in expanding his influence and defeating those who oppose him he will kill every muggle born wizard in England and then the rest of the world. Afterwards should he succeed he plans on revealing the wizarding world to the non-magical public and subjugating them to create what is essentially a caste with pure blooded wizards at the top and everyone else at the bottom. He plans to either eradicate the non-magical race or push them to submit to his whims. I fear that the wizard community as it is now does not have the resources to defeat this threat ordinarily I would leave these people to their own devices, a sort of you made your bed situation, but what Riddle has the potential to not only expose the existence of wizards to mortals but also expose the existence of any other non-mortal society or way of living including the existence of the gods as well as virtually eradicate the human race as we know it. Now the reason I am here speaking with you is because I would like you to help prevent this from happening. That is why I'm here Pers-, uh Percy Jackson I need you to stop this."

Percy was silent at her declaration before he took a deep breath and asked the million-dollar question. "Okay well why do you need me, like specifically."

She smiled at him in obvious amusement. "Because Percy" she started slowly as if explaining an exceedingly simple concept to a young and disagreeable child "you have extremely powerful magic running through your veins" she paused smile softening a little " you are a descendent of Tom Riddle."

He stared at Lady Hekate a confused frown marring his features. "Descendent of Tom Riddle, how is that even possible that doesn't make sense." Hekate held up a hand cutting hiss stream of questions.

"Apologizes Percy any explanation of your family tree and questions regarding your relation to your grandfather"

"Wait grandfather"

"is something you'll have to figure out for yourself. We do not have the time to at this moment. What matters now is that because of your bloodline there are abilities that you posses that could be a great asset to this coming conflict not to mention the connection you hold with Olympus makes you an invaluable asset to me to clean up this mess. I need your answer Percy will you go on this quest for me"

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At eight am Paul and Sally shuffled out of their room their hair rumpled from sleeping and faces soft and heavy with the weight of sleep. Sally leaned against Paul who steadied as they walked through the hallway towards the kitchen her hand resting against her distended belly. As they entered the kitchen they were greeted with warmth and the sweet homely smell of baking. At the table Percy sat surrounded by plates full of scones and biscuits and pancakes and cinnamon rolls and all manner of baked goods.

He turned towards them once they entered and sent them a bright smile and a cheery good morning. Sally looked around at the plates scattered across the room piled high with baked goods and sweets. She laughed a little her face alight with fondness and smiled back at Percy. "Good morning Percy what's all this" He jumped up rushing over to his mom and she moved off of Paul leaning against her son instead and him helping her to the table while Paul pulled out a chair for her helping her to sit down at the table.

Percy shrugged at the question he flippantly replied that he felt like it while he grabbed a scone from one of the plates and taking a large bite out of it swallowing then chatting with his mom. Paul also took in the wide variety of baked goods amusement clear on his face as he sat down before he frowned, and concern took over his features. "Percy" he addressed the boy the concern leaking through in his voice.

"Yes" Percy said stopping his talk with is mom and focusing his attention on Paul "how long have you been awake" he asked the young boy. Percy looked at him in surprise startled by the question before sending him an easy if not bitter smile.

"I've only been awake since about 6:30 so maybe two hours."

Paul relaxed relieved by the revelation, but confusion quickly overshadowed his relief. "Wait if you've only been awake for two hours then how-." Just then the oven timer beeped and cutting off Paul's question and Percy stood up quickly rushing over to pull what looked like a cake from the oven.

Once placed on the counter to cool Percy leaned forward both hands supporting his weight against the counter. "Hey mom," Sally glanced up from the pancake she was eating looking at her son inquisitively "after we eat and give whatever extras to like the neighbors or something because I think I went a little overboard can I talk to you about something." He paused considering "also we're out of flour and sugar by the way oh and eggs."

ToBe Continued Next Chapter

Sup everybody I'm here with another chapter yes the remake of this original story yes I'm going to continue posting it on here this is where everyone is already subscribed so I might as well keep that momentum going although I will still probably post in a separate place just for the people who don't wanna wade through all those previous chapters I hope you enjoy