This is just a trial run, as I never read a wizards go to Camp Half-Blood before, so yeah. Comment if you would like me to try to make an actual story with this idea, or write a part two, enjoy.

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I trudged down the road alongside my best friends: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. So, what were the Golden Trio doing all the down at Long Island Sound, you may ask?

Believe it or not, Hogwarts was apparently under the surveillance of some of Voldemort's unknown followers who were alive. And so, Dumbledore had sent his three most experienced wizards and witches to request help. From who, I did not yet know. Dumbledore had only mentioned to go to Long Island Sound, and 'Pray to the gods they grant you entry,' whatever that meant.

Hermione stopped walking, and she hit Ron and my forearms repeatedly, her eyes glued on the empty patch of land before us.

'Harry, Ron, I think we've found what Dumbledore was talking about.'

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Once we arrived at the foot of a tall pine tree, Ron froze, because curled up at the base of the tree, was what looked to be a dragon. 'Merlin's beard that's a dragon.' Ron hissed, eyes wide. The dragon seemed to watch us walk back away from it with curious eyes, until we hit a wall, that is. I spun around, and frowned. There was no wall, but something was stopping us from walking.

Ron, being irrational as he is, fired a spell at the barrier, no luck. Unfortunately, that did get the dragon angry. Hermione held her wand in front of her, aiming it at the dragon, who wasn't backing down. And thankfully, we didn't have to battle, because someone calmed the creature down.

'Heel, Peleus.'

We all moved to see a short boy. He had black hair swept to one side, and eyes darker than any Thestral I've ever seen, they looked broken. As if they were shattered into pieces, and any barrier stopping the boy from hurting anyone was gone, no restraints. And something told me the boy was very powerful. His aura seemed almost ancient, something that wasn't from anytime near this decade.

The boy turned to us. I shifted my weight onto one leg, feeling uncomfortable from being stared at so intensely.

Hermione spoke up first, her tone cautious but demanding. 'Who are you?'

The boy raised an eyebrow, and I had a feeling he wasn't one to joke around. Actually, it seemed like he haven't had a good laugh since years ago. 'Who am I? From what I've learnt over the years, it isn't wise to question someone on their home turf, so. Who are you?' The boy asked, and frankly he seemed to rather smart to be a kid around 15 years old, which is how old he looked to me.

I offered a small smile. 'I'm Harry Potter, these are my friends: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.' The boy raised an eyebrow when I mentioned Hermione's name. 'Hermes' messenger?' The boy said in question, sounding amused. Hermione's eyes widened in shock before she regained her composure.

'Yes. I read somewhere that Hermione means 'Hermes' Messenger.'' She said, and the boy furrowed his eyebrows, nodding his head. 'Well, since you can see Peleus, you three are definitely not mortal.' The boy said, running a hand through his hair. That was when I saw the glinting black sword strapped to the boy's side.

I raised an eyebrow, before shoving my hand in the pocket of my robe, grip tightening around the familiar outline of my wand. 'Who are you?' Ron questioned, irritated. The boy smiled, moving his sword behind his back, and I could've sworn he wasn't wearing a skull ring before, but the sword was gone. Ron and Hermione saw that too. But the boy acted as if he never held a sword to begin with.

'I might have the advantage here, but I wasn't raised to be impolite. Nico di Angelo, nice to meet you.'

Hermione, Ron and I exchanged glances, Dumbledore had requested we find 'The Original Big Three,' as he called them. Nico then asked for our identities, claiming that we weren't mortals, or 'demigods'.

'Well then. As you know, I'm Harry, that's Hermione, and Ron. We're the Golden Trio, and we come from Hogwarts, school of Magic and Witchcraft. Our headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, has requested the help of what he called the: Original Big Three kids. Or to put it bluntly, Hogwarts is under attack from weird hybrid monsters and we need your help.'

A ghost of a smile played at Nico's lips--as if our situation was amusing to him. I shivered, the smile had somehow made him look more intimidating, despite being shorter than me. 'Well then, follow me to Chiron.' The boy seemed like he knew how to keep secrets, and knew many things others didn't, which I didn't like.

'Nico di Angelo, I grant Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley access into Camp Half-Blood.'

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I walked towards the Big House with the 'Golden Trio' behind me, frankly, the Big House seemed like the only normal building at Camp Half-Blood.

'Nico, can you tell Katherine to take my shift at the infirmary tomorrow morning?' My significant other asked as he walked past me, reading a form. I waved him off, meaning I couldn't be bothered. Will rolled his eyes, knowing that I probably already did it. And in truth, I might or might not have seen the son of Apollo's schedule earlier and informed Will's sister already.

I glanced at the three wizards behind me, they were looking everywhere. The archery range, lava wall, the cabins, forest, and last but not least, the Big House. 'Bloody hell that's a centaur.' The red head muttered, his name was Ron Weasel or something, I believe.

Chiron saw us immediately, offering a warm smile. 'Nico, I didn't know you were in camp.' The old centaur commented, and I sighed, not bothered to say anything.

'Chiron, these wizards from Hogwarts apparently needs our help, Albus sent them.' I said, and Chiron's expression turned serious. He and I both knew of Hogwarts and Albus. Chiron was his friend, and so was I, when Albus was not a old man with a long beard. And yes, I've seen pictures that my friend, Minerva McGonnagall have sent me of the poor man. He was technically older than me now, which made me annoyed. There goes something I could hold over his head.

'Well, I assume you are the 'Golden Trio.' Chiron said, and the three nodded. 'Come in,' Chiron said, gesturing for me to follow before I could leave. Schist.

Chiron turned to the wizards. 'I'm Chiron the centaur, and yes, your headmaster and my dear friend Albus Dumbledore has contacted me of your arrival. So tell me, what do you need?'

While the trio talked amongst themselves, I slipped into the shadows, wanting to listen in and at the same time not be spotted.

Ron turned to the centaur before him. 'Well Chiron, Dumbledore has requested for you help, asking for who he called the 'Original Big Three'. I don't know who that is, but that's all he had time to tell us before we got taken away.' Chiron seemed to think about it. And Hermione continued.

'Hogwarts is under attack from Dementors, except we can't kill them. There was something else in them. . .These Dementors, they seemed to be part Dementor, part Empousa--that Greek monster.' At that, I narrowed my eyes.

Chiron notice my sudden interest, and motioned me to go to him. I stayed put. 'Nico, have you seen these creatures before?' He asked, confusion in his voice, which told me he haven't. I bit my lip.

'Yes. That time period when I was gone after Bianca died. . .' I hesitated. 'Minos showed me to these creatures, he had said that the monsters were a mix breed, Empousai that fled the order of Hecate, and Dementors who abandoned Tom Riddle's crew. They had teamed up for revenge, to be known by all. And it seems like they're beginning their mission with destroying Hogwarts.'

I stopped myself. The next part that I could've said, might've changed the whole trip, but I didn't, Minos had told me not to. The king might've been delusional, but that didn't mean he wasn't wise. Chiron sucked in his breath, worry visible on his face at my words.

'Well then, it seems like the Big Three kids are going on a trip to Hogwarts.'