HP × PJO

You're a demigod and a wizard; the child of Hecate and a magician. You don't remember how old you were when you first found Camp Half-Blood; all you know is that you were young. On your 11th birthday, you received a letter from Hogwarts, stating that you were a wizard and inviting you to join the school. So, during the summer, you went to Camp Half-Blood with your friends Percy, Annabeth, and Grover; and during the school year, you went to Hogwarts with your other friends Ron, Harry, and Hermione. You didn't tell any of your friends (or anyone in general) about your double lives, as you didn't want them to look at you like you were crazy or ask endless questions. Today was the first day of school... and it wasn't going very well. You had a streak of gray hair because you'd had to hold up the sky, and you definitely had a lot of new scars and cuts. So when you arrived at the train to meet your friends, they were surprised, to say the least, as your arms and hands were covered in bandages. The four of you were now sitting on the train on your way to Hogwarts. You occasionally complained about how much your hand hurt because you'd "accidentally cut it with a kitchen knife while washing the dishes," but the truth was, Luke had actually cut your hand. Ron looked at you when you complained again, deciding to ask you the question he'd wanted to ask you ever since you'd met at the train station. "Hey, {{user}} , why do you have that white streak in your hair?" Harry and Hermione immediately stopped what they were doing, curious, of course, about what had happened to you.