The first week of August after the War and, finally, Percy could rest. No need to train, fight, teach, or do any other sort of Camp Half-blood related activity.

The campers had been rebuilding and improving everything for the last half of the Summer, everyone going home a little early to get ready for the school year and spend time with family. There still was a lot of healing to do, and they would still be healing for years to come, but . . . they were making progress.

Having Leo home finally, along with Calypso, was the first step to that healing.

So, there Percy lay, sprawled out on the living-room couch with Annabeth laying on his chest as his mother worked in the other room on her writing. Paul was also working, though in the dinning room, using the table to spread out his papers he was sorting through for the up-coming school year.

It was just a lazy sort of day, the movie on the TV just background noise as Percy played with Annabeth's hair with one hand. His other hand busy holding his girlfriend around her waist, thumb brushing against the blonde's hip between the hem of her shirt and the band of the sweats she wore.

Annabeth's grey eyes where closed, as she relaxed in her boyfriend's hold. She had been spending everyday here, basically had moved in if the two drawers she had taken over in Percy's dresser was any thing to go by. Sally had never said a word against this, especially when she sometimes caught Percy's eyes zoning out and going glassy. Whenever that happened, Annabeth was right there, holding his face in her hands and muttering in his ear. Whenever Annabeth's eyes took on that hazy look, Percy wrapped her in his arms, ushered her to sit down in his lap, then he started to speak to her in hushed tones. Reassuring her of where and when they were.

It would be so sweet if it wasn't just so heartbreaking to see.

Percy didn't speak as he brushed his hand through blonde curls, just taking in the moment of peace and comfort.

Then the doorbell rang.

Both teens tensed, sitting up slightly to peer over the couch, to the front door, as Paul walked out of the dinning room and made his way to greet whoever it was. Percy gripped Riptide in the pocket of the sweats he wore, Annabeth's hand on his wrist to try and calm him even if she was itching to grab her Yankee's cap from the coffee table.

"Hello?" Paul asked as he opened the door after looking through the peep-hole. "Can I help you?"

"Is this Sally Jackson's residence?" Answered a higher-sounding male voice, wispy and misty in a way that had too many thoughts going through Percy's head as he tightened his grip on Annabeth's waist. His girlfriend sat perched in his lap, ready to duck, run, and grab the dagger she had kept in his room.

"She goes by Blofis now, but yes. What do you want with her?" By now Sally had come out too, a grey robe wrapped around her pajamas, peeking around the corner to see the door.

"We have need to talk with her and her son Perseus." The man still wasn't being all that clear. Percy got up, moving Annabeth off his lap and striding for the door. No one was entering their apartment without him checking them over.

Percy placed a hand on Paul's shoulder, the older man nodding before stepping back to let Percy fill the gap of the opened door. Percy was taller than Paul, had broader shoulders, and was a hell of a lot more fit. And it was evident by the way he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a hoodie that wasn't zipped up.

"Who are you? How do you know those names?" He didn't want to be rude, but taking in the weird-ass clothing the group of three men where wearing and the way they knew his name was putting him on edge. He wasn't taking any risks with his family. Not now, not ever.

The old man, the one who seems to have been the only one speaking before, smiles. His clothes are as weird as the others, yet more eccentric, being lavender robes with golden details. His long silver hair fell out of a matching lavender hat, and he wore a pair of glasses at the end of his long nose. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes, something that could be mistaken for warmth, yet Percy knew was nothing more than cold calculation.

He's stood before Athena too many times, this random old man would have a hard time getting a read on him. But go off, he guessed.

"I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore, these two are Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, they work with me. I am guessing you are the Perseus we have heard about. I wish to explain everything to you, but I think it would be easier to do if we all sat down." The old man gestured to the two men behind him, first the man with scruffy, long, black hair, then the other with greying brown hair and tired eyes.

"Sure, give me a minute." Percy nodded, closing the door before turning to Paul who still stood beside him. "Grab Mom, both of you go to the bedroom. I'll talk to these guys and come get you if I need to or if something comes up. I'm not taking any risks." He whispered, Paul could barely hear him and Percy had leaned in to speak right into his ear.

Paul nodded, walking off only to hold Sally by the arm and keep walking into the bedroom to fill his wife in on what was happening.

Percy opened the door once he heard the other door's faint click. He opened the door, ushering the three men in, then showed them into the living room. Annabeth was standing, having pulled her hair back and grabbed her dagger from the other room, which sat in its sheath on the book shelf to her right.

The three men sat on the couch, looking around the warmly decorated room.

Annabeth nodded to Percy, she had already turned the TV off and started heading into the kitchen to grab drinks and the cookies Sally had made that morning.

"Would you like something to drink?" Percy asked, smiling faintly to make it seem like he was a lot less suspicious of them than he was. The two men, Sirius and Remus, seemed a lot more tense than the old man. Dumbledore, what a weird name, (though Percy couldn't say anything, he's met plenty of people with weird names) just sat down and kept on smiling like he knew everything he needed to.

"Yes please, do you have tea?" Dumbledore asked, the other two men nodded at his words.

"Yeah, I'll be right back then." Percy smiled again, small including a little faked warmth. He got up to help his girlfriend, still keeping his ears trained on the group in the living room. Annabeth and him were back in the room soon, setting down a plate of cookies and handing out mugs of tea before he sat down in the armchair and she perched on the armrest, still within range of her dagger.

"So, what exactly do you need with me?" Percy asked, resting his chin on his fist and his other arm around his girlfriend's waist.

"We would like to discuss your schooling." Percy didn't flinch, didn't show any curiosity, only nodding for the man to go on. "This is not your normal schooling, mind you, it has to do with learning to control the power that runs through your veins." Annabeth's shoulders tensed, eyes squinted just a bit as Percy's grip on her waist tightened.

"What power are you talking about?" It wasn't accusing, merely asking what he meant. As Percy intended. He couldn't show his entire hand, after all.

"Why, the power you get from your mother's side."

Percy's head angled, raising one dark brow.

"You're mother's father is a very powerful being. My, sorry-our, kind are called Witches and Wizards. You and I are Wizards for we are male, if this young lady had our kind of power she'd be called a Witch. Your mother has magical blood but no powers, those who are like her are called Squibs. You, however, show quite the magical prowess." His eyes sparkled as he sipped from his mug of tea, as if to say he knew why.

"Okay, why contact me now?" Percy held his chin, green eyes piercing through the old man.

"Because your grandfather is not a good Wizard, we call people like him Dark Wizards. Those who take to the Dark Arts. He was vanquished about ten years ago. Then, at the end of last school year, he was able to crawl back into the world of the living." A fire lit in those blue eyes, a cold fire that burned in a frozen rage. Dumbledore was angry, angry he didn't see it coming.

That whoever Percy's grandfather was had somehow out maneuvered him. As though he and this unknown Dark Wizard had been playing chess and the later had, somehow, cheated.

"So, you're reaching out to me to get me on your side. To keep me from somehow becoming under his influence. Then, when the time comes, you want me to fight against him with you. You want me to fight in your Wizarding War, or whatever you call it." Percy's tone was amused, teasing even, his sea-colored eyes glinting in cold humor.

Dumbledore's head tilted to the side, just a fraction of an inch. Showing his surprise. He hadn't expected Percy to be able to see through him. To bad for him Percy had experience with old people trying to use him for their own gain. Usually, it didn't really work out for those people.

"What's this Dark Wizard's name, may I ask?" Percy felt Annabeth's hand land on his that splayed across her stomach. Letting him know she was still with him, no matter what.

"Tom Riddle, or more well known as, Lord Voldemort."

"Gods, why does no one have a normal name?" He asked, not bothering to whisper. Annabeth smiled faintly, pinching the back of his hand a little while throwing a look at him. "What, Wise Girl? Don't act like you weren't thinking it too." Percy rolled his eyes with fake annoyance. He had long come to terms with the ridiculousness that was his everyday.

"We wish for you to come back with us, first to England before the school year starts, then to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Scotland. There you can learn to use the magic of our kind and our type of weapons." The way Dumbledore phrased it, made the point clear. He knew about Demigods, somehow, he knew, and he knew about Percy. No doubt that's the reason he bothered to reach out at all.

Percy was always a powerful ally in war, after all.

"Why would I have to go with you before the school year even starts?" A careful question, completely ignoring the old man's trap for him to mention his other magical abilities.

Better left for another time.

"For your and your family's protection." Dumbledore smirked, he knew exactly what words he used against Percy. Knew exactly how they would get him. "Furthermore, you would be able to gather your things for school, and get a head start on preparing since you are so far behind in the curriculum."

"Would I be able to bring someone for the time before school?" It was an important question, because if he didn't have Annabeth things would not be pretty at night.

"Well, she wouldn't be able to go to school with you, that's for sure. However, we could try and work something out for her staying before hand." Dumbledore nodded, and for the first time his eyes dropped that cold glimmer, gaining a bit of regret and something like desperation. Percy could tell he hadn't meant to let that slip, though, when the old man slipped right back into his mask with a sigh.

"What about visiting home, how would that work?"

"You would be allowed to come back here on any Hogsmeade Weekend, weekends the students are allowed to visit the small town right outside Hogwarts, and during Winter Break. Any time out of that you'd have to ask your Head of House. And I shall explain the Houses at a later time, if you accept."

"Money wise, what would I need to do?" Percy wasn't about to go do this if it would only burden his family.

"As his heir, you have access to your grandfather's funds that he isn't allowed to access thanks to being who he is. That money comes from his family line, just so we're clear, it isn't anything from his crimes." Dumbledore explained, waving one hand a bit absentmindedly.

"Let me go talk with my mother."