Percy Jackson and The Wizarding World

Percy stared at the small black bag the Fates had left him, the weight of their words still sinking in. "Wizard school, huh?" he muttered to himself, shoving the bag into his pocket. "At least it's not a quest to kill a Titan this time… I hope."

The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, but the streets of London were still bustling with activity. He glanced at the map the Fates had provided and saw a marked route leading to a place called The Leaky Cauldron.

"Well, here goes nothing," he mumbled, adjusting his worn-out Camp Half-Blood shirt before stepping outside.

After an hour of wandering through the labyrinthine streets, Percy found himself standing before what looked like a completely rundown pub squeezed between a bookshop and a record store. The sign was faded, barely legible, and it seemed like no one around him even noticed it.

"Of course," Percy sighed, "magic." He pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by the scent of old wood, pipe smoke, and something that vaguely smelled like burnt cauldron stew.

Inside, the pub was bustling with oddly dressed people in robes, all chattering away. A few turned to look at him—his jeans and tattered orange shirt clearly marking him as an outsider. Percy ignored the stares and made his way to the bar.

"Excuse me," he said to the bald bartender polishing a glass. "I'm looking for a place to stay."

"Ah, American, are you?" the bartender said, his accent thick and warm. "Looking for a room, then?"

Percy nodded, and a few gold coins later, he found himself in a small but comfortable room upstairs. He threw his bag onto the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling.

"This is crazy," he muttered. "I fought gods, Titans, monsters… and now I have to learn magic?"

"Yes, you do," a voice interrupted from the doorway.

Percy shot up, Riptide instantly uncapped and ready in his hands. His heart pounded as he saw a woman standing at the door, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

She had long, flowing black hair, piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through him, and an aura that made the air around her hum with energy. She wore a flowing white robe adorned with black runes and a tiara with a dark stone in the center.

"Hecate?" Percy asked warily.

The woman smirked. "Good, you're not completely clueless." She stepped inside, eyeing him up and down. "Hmm. Poseidon's son. I expected you to be… wetter."

Percy frowned. "Nice to meet you too. So, the Fates sent you?"

"They did," Hecate said, walking over to a chair and sitting down gracefully. "Your situation is… unique, to say the least. Time travel and all that. But if you're going to survive in this world, you'll need to learn more than just swinging a sword around."

Percy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Look, I'm not exactly… book smart. Magic and I might not get along."

Hecate smiled knowingly. "Magic isn't about books, Percy. It's about will, control, and understanding the forces that shape the universe. You wield power already, more than you know. You just need to learn how to focus it."

Percy sighed. "Alright, fine. What's the plan?"

Hecate stood, flicking her hand. The door locked with a snap, and Percy's eyes widened as the candles in the room flared brighter.

"Lesson one," she said, circling him. "Magic is energy, much like the divine power you channel from your father. But unlike the brute force of demigod strength, magic requires finesse. You must will it into existence."

Percy scratched his head. "Okay… but how do I do that?"

Hecate held out a small wooden wand. "Try this."

Percy stared at it. "I thought demigods don't use wands."

"You don't need one, but it helps focus magic for beginners," Hecate replied. "Now, focus on moving that candle." She pointed at a small flickering flame on the bedside table.

Percy held the wand hesitantly and pointed it at the candle. He furrowed his brow, imagining the flame moving to the side.

Nothing happened.

"Concentrate," Hecate instructed.

Percy exhaled, gripping the wand tighter. His sea-green eyes locked onto the flame, and he imagined the waves of the ocean pushing it to the side. Slowly, the flame flickered and moved an inch.

"Ha!" Percy grinned, but then the flame exploded in a burst of blue fire, sending him stumbling backward.

Hecate sighed. "You're relying too much on raw power. Magic isn't about force, it's about precision. Try again. Gently."

Percy took a deep breath and pointed the wand again, this time focusing on making the flame dance slightly. To his surprise, it worked.

"Not bad," Hecate said, nodding. "Now, let's see if you can actually defend yourself."

Percy's instincts flared. "Wait, what?"

Hecate flicked her wrist, and suddenly, a dozen small blue orbs appeared, circling Percy ominously. "Defend yourself, Jackson."

The orbs shot toward him, and Percy rolled to the side, instinctively uncapping Riptide. His blade cut through two of them, dissipating them into sparks, but the others swerved around and slammed into him, knocking him onto the floor.

"Ow!" Percy groaned. "I thought this was magic training, not dodgeball!"

Hecate laughed. "Magic requires agility too. Again."

The next hour was a blur of dodging, casting, and bruises. Percy struggled but slowly improved, his demigod instincts blending with Hecate's teachings. After what felt like an eternity, he collapsed onto the floor, panting.

"Not bad for a seaweed brain," Hecate said, offering him a hand.

Percy took it, groaning. "This is going to be a long six months, isn't it?"

"Oh, you have no idea," she smirked. "Tomorrow, we start on spellwork, potion brewing, and a bit of… deception. After all, you'll need to blend in."

Percy wiped the sweat off his brow. "Great… Hogwarts, here I come."

Hecate nodded. "Yes. But first, let's see if you can survive my training."

Percy groaned and fell face-first into the bed. "I'm doomed."