It's been several days since Percy Jackson had left camp. Several days since he had decided he would have nothing to do with any of them. Now Percy is creating a new life for himself. A new life to help the people in a completely different world.

I suppose I don't need to tell you what happened. So many things like this have been written about, it's pointless to keep giving you pain by retelling the story in such detail. However, you need to know what happened to explain why Percy changed the way he did. You need to understand that he did what he needed to do.

You need to know and yet you don't want to.

It will just make you pity the man you've come to know as a 'Ministry-loving, family-disowning, power-hungry moron.' You don't want to feel sorry for that arrogant, pompous git and of course you don't feel sorry for him when the twins locked him in a pyramid in Egypt. Yet, did you know that never happened?

Percy Weasley was never prefect, was never even Molly and Arthur Weasley's son.

Oh, now you want an explanation.

I suppose it is only fair we start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you read, you begin with ABC's. When you sing, you begin with Do Re Me. When you tell the tale of Percy Jackson's betrayal, well...normally you'd begin with what either really happened or the effects of what everyone thought happen (which is normally incorrect).

As you know, Percy was betrayed. But it was only by one person-two if you count that Robert guy. I don't. In order to be betrayed, one needs to be friends with the one doing the betrayal. Percy wasn't. Did no even know the boy. No, it was Annabeth whom had betrayed him.

I guess you already know that but what you don't know is what everyone else did. Or didn't do.

Remember.

Annabeth was the only one to do so and was just as confused as Percy when they realized that no one- not even Camp Jupiter- remembered Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. Two time savior of Olympus, defeater of Kronos and Gaea etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Fortunately, the gods remembered and were just as confused. Even Dionysus, which was quite a feat. He had no mother to remember him anymore because Sally and Paul were dead. A random mortal shooting. They guy was literally out of his mind and was sent to an asylum. Percy honestly felt bad for the man.

As you probably figured already, Annabeth eventually just up and left Percy for someone everyone actually knew. Which is where Robert came in. I won't go into details but needless to say, Percy and Annabeth weren't a thing after that.

These are all things you already know. Let's start with what you don't know as of yet. With what made Percy Jackson, Percy Weasley.

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Percy left the Olympian throne room with a sigh. The gods had promised to figure out what to do and how to fix the problem at camp. In the mean time, he would have to push through it.

Only problem, Percy had no intention of 'pushing through it'. He'd been 'pushing through it' for months now.  It would have been longer too if it were not for Hestia, aka, the small girl at the camp fire every night.

One thing was certain, Percy would never go back to camp. Not unless it was absolutely necessary. He would join the military, live on the streets, something. Maybe he'd find Annabeth's cousin and see if he would take him in somehow. He could beg Artemis to take him in. He could stay in a tent completely separate from the others. He'd do chores, cook food, anything. Anything but going back to camp.

"Percy, wait!" That was Percy's father. The god seemed eager and almost excited to speak to his son. Which, of course, made Percy slightly wary. What was Poseidon up to now? "Son, I know you don't want to return to that place so I have an alternative for you if you wish."

This piqued Percy's interest. Up until this moment, he had been resigned to a cold, hungry night. "What is it?" He asked, turning to see a short but pretty dark haired lady walking by his father's side. Somehow, he knew who this was. "Lady Hecate," he said, bowing his head in her direction. "What can I do for you today?"

"Am I right in assuming that you would not want anyone to know as to where you have gone to create a new life for yourself?" She asked in return.

Percy didn't answer but he didn't need to so she nodded with out waiting for an answer. "Let's go to my place then," she said, glancing over at the god of the sea.

Poseidon nodded and gestured down the stairs of the building. "After you," he said.

Hecate's place was more or less like a castle-ok, it really was a castle. Percy was flashed there by his father, who seemed just as awed as he did about the grandure of the building.

"What is this place?"

"Hogwarts," Hecate answered simply. "A school for witchcraft and wizardry."

"Say what now?" Poseidon said, turning to the goddess in surprise.

All Percy did was raise an eyebrow...after his father expressed his surprise. He was a Greek myth after all, he shouldn't have been surprised. If you were surprised...well, you have some issues.

"Many centuries ago, four of my demigod children created this safe haven for people like them," Hecate started as she led them through the winding corridors. "They had no idea what they were, just that they were different and they knew there had to be others so they created this school. They refined their magic abilities, allowing them to do so much more than they could before. Most who go here are legacies or my children."

Hecate didn't stop moving, leading Percy to wonder where in Hades they were going. He couldn't help but notice that the pictures were moving and some of the stair cases switched spots. It didn't stop him for long, he'd seen stranger things.

"What none of them realized is that their powers could go far beyond the tiny stick of theirs," Hecate continued. "That is a story for a different time, right now I need to tell you your place in this world, should you accept."

"Hecate, how long has this place been here?" Poseidon questioned before she could go further. He was now looking out the windows in interest, seeing the large lake in the distance.

"Centuries," Hecate said, then muttered, "I'm sure I said that."

"How did none of us know of this world?" Poseidon asked now.

"I was not ready for my children and their children to be revealed," Hecate answered, a sad smile on her face. "I was selfish."

Percy understood, his mother did the same thing when he was young. She didn't want to share him and now he was grateful for it. He had gotten to live with a mother who loved him and was able to live a relatively normal life at first because of it.

"But now I must let you in," she sighed. "Not only do you need my isolated world but they need you as well."

Uh oh. This was starting to sound too much like a quest. Percy wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand, he'd have something else to think about other than his old life. On the other hand, he'd done the god's bidding far too often for him to be fully comfortable about this.

"You don't need to do it if you want," Hecate said now. "You can just walk away. All I ask is that you keep this place a secret as much as you can."

At least she was giving him a choice. Not many gods would do that. If you were thinking about Hera, you are incredibly brilliant. If not, well, you have problems.

"What's the problem?" Percy knew that by asking that question, he'd committed to helping but he asked anyways. The idiot, now he'll be under a lot of pressure to help everyone. Then again that could be a good thing. It could be a distraction.

"An evil wizard that is suppose to be dead split his soul into seven parts and scattered them everywhere," Hecate started with more confidence. "If done properly, a ritual could be done to bring him back. As it so happens, a plot to do that very thing is underway for this very school year."

"Of course," Percy said good naturally. He smirked. "Let me guess, you want me to stop it?"

"No," Hecate said a little urgently. "That would mess everything up. No, I want you to make sure a boy Harry Potter does not die because of it. It would not be his time."

Percy recognized the tone in which she said that. He narrowed his eyes. "Is this another prophecy?" He asked.

Hecate looked at Percy in surprise. "How did you know?"

"I've been in enough of them to know when one is messing with my life,"  Percy said with a pointed look.

"Ah, right," Hecate looked a little sheepish. "Any ways, you're right, the prophecy goes like this; The one with power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him. Born as the seventh month dies and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal. But he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."

"That's like the Great Prophecy when we fought Kronos," Percy commented.

"I'm glad it's not about you, Percy," Poseidon sighed.

"Don't jinx it Dad," Percy scolded.

"Right, sorry," Poseidon said, clearing his throat.

"The wizard's name is Tom Riddle but he goes by Lord Voldemort nowadays," Hecate continued as if the boys hadn't said anything. "I would like to place you with a family I trust more than anyone and is safer than the others."

"Who?" Percy asked.

"The Weasleys," Hecate replied. "A family of red heads and more boys than girls but they're close. One of the boys is best friends with Harry so you'll be relatively close by to him."

"How will I meet them?" Percy asked.

"Ah," Hecate stopped walking and shifted uncomfortably. "About that. In order not to create too many questions and keep you as hidden as possible, we will need to use the Mist to make it seem like you were a part of their family the entire time. You will be known as Percy Weasley and as the name suggests, you are their brother. Which means you need to create a completely new character and change your hair color."

"He would need an accent too, don't you think?" Poseidon asked with a hint of a laugh. "You brought us to Britain after all."

"Yes, of course," she acknowledged with a nod. "The more realistic it seems, the more believable it is and the less work the Mist needs to do. So you need to develop an accent on your own, catch up on your studies because you're too old to be going to school anymore and dye your hair."

"Um," Percy said softly as his father turned away to hide a laugh. "You won't need to dye my hair."

Poseidon couldn't hide it anymore and burst out laughing. "That's right, I almost forgot about that!" He exclaimed. "That was one of my favorite pranks they did on you too!"

"I admit it was good but I still haven't gotten whatever they put in my shampoo out," Percy said with an amused smile.

Hecate smiled. She knew how the Stolls had done it and had forgotten about it until Percy brought it up. It was fortunate because now they didn't need to worry about it. "How are you hiding it?" She asked. "Are you dying it?"

Percy blushed. "No, I'm using he Mist," he replied.

Hecate nodded. "Good," she said. "A few more things before we continue. Only your father, a man named Dumbledore and Arthur and Molly Weasley will know about you so you will have help."

"Are we meeting them now?" Percy asked.

Hecate turned an appraising eye onto the son of Poseidon. "You know, you are smarter than you look," she said.

"I get that a lot," he said cheerfully as he followed his father and Hecate up the stairs.

I can't seem to stop with the fanfics, I have at least five in progress at the moment and I will not be thanking myself for it at all. Anyway, @Simply-a-Waffle and I came up with this idea and @EchoInsanity created the cover.