A/N hi, long time no see. And, the last time I update on this one fanfiction. Sad, not really, bcs then I can work better on the other one and although it's holidays rn, in a few weeks school will start again and the less I gotta do the better bcs I'll prob be very busy with school. Now, that's what I'm expecting, then if I actually will be or not... easy to say, Ageless Diversity will most likely be the only Fic I update frequently if I do start another one...

Now, apologies for not updating... what was it- for five weeks XD. Lol. But, to my defense, there's this thing that I've encountered before -like every time- that doesn't let me copy and paste the story from pages to the website, and so I gotta send it to the computer -which is windows- and then do it from there. I am really hoping that it won't happen when I get the new computer, but whatever.

That was only one of the reasons as to why I didn't update three weeks ago like I was supposed to. Another being that I seriously did not know how to continue it...writer's block 101 along with the last reason, being my wanting to update it for the last time on the same day I published it, being today. XD.

And I didn't add anything because guess what? I was in Sicily for three weeks which was truly amazing. XD two weeks I didn't have WI-FI and the third I just simply didn't have a computer via which I could update and also just not having a full chapter done...

What you are about to read is very weird, or maybe not. But it is basically little snippets of the whole story from the beginning to the end. It took me more than an hour to get it all done bcs... THE CRINGE. I apologize for having you read such horrible and terrible grammar. *shivers* Anyhow, the last 3,000 words or so are part of the 'New Chapter'. AH LOL. As if I can call that a chapter...

Just... Enjoy...

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Previously on Demigods at Hogwarts:

"How do you think they'll be coming?" Ron asked.

"Maybe they'll apparate here." Hermione said.

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"Oh yes, they told me about you, wands were already made before your arrival." He said to us.

Then he vanished behind one of the many bookshelves. He came back with four boxes. One was Sea green, probably mine. Another was grey, Annabeth's. Electric blue, Thalia's and a black one for Nico.

He opened the sea green one and took out a wand, he handed it to me, "acacia wood, core from a feather of a Pegasus!" Makes sense.

He then opened the grey one and handed the wand to Annabeth, "olive tree, core is a feather from a grey owl." Again it makes sense.

Then he handed the wand from the electric blue box to Thalia, "pine woo-"

Nico and I burst out laughing. "Oh the irony!" I said, wiping away tears from my eyes. Thalia shocked both me and Nico just by touching us and we stopped.

Ollivander continued, "pine wood, core is a feather from a golden eagle."

Then he handed Nico his, "dark oak wood, thestral skin."

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"What?" Percy asked shocked. "You want us to run at wall? Are you crazy?"

Hermione laughed slightly. That laugh was cute. Wait were did that come from? "Don't worry." she assured them. "I was scared the first time as well. Just don't think about it and run."

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He took a step back. "Wait 'till my father hears about this."

That made all the Americans chuckle a bit. "And who's your father exactly?" asked Thalia.

"He's way more powerful than all of your parents put together!" Malfoy thought he had scared them because they had all a face of surprise, which then soon changed and they were all laughing their heads off.

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Professor McGonagall said, "Chase Annabeth."

I walked up and sat on the chair. She put the hat on my head.

What have we here? The hat talked in my head. A demigod? Uh I see, daughter of Athena... You went through two wars ah? Bravery and wisdom. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? Ah! You went to hell and back. Poor kid and your only seventeen. Well let's see. Undertook a solo quest under Rome, bravery and wisdom again. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, where shall I put you. Umh let me dig deeper. Ran away from home at the age of seven, uh I know...

"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted. The said house cheered for me. I walked over to them and sat next to Hermione.

"Di Angelo Nico" the Professor called.

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Professor McGonagall called my name, it was time to go. I sat on the chair and the hat was put on my head.

Another demigod? It said in my head. Son of Hades... Lives in the underworld. Aah! You jumped into hell willingly? That is crazy. I mean you are crazy. What else, lost sister three years ago. Mmh you'd fit well in Slytherin and Gryffindor. Mmh, you rescued your sister from the underworld. Fought two wars? Brave and cunning, you transported a forty foot tall statue half way across the world. Better be...

"Gryffindor!" Like it had for Annabeth the said house cheered.

I made my way next to Ron, in front of Annabeth. She smiled at me.

"Jackson Perseus!"

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I was called up. She had called me Perseus.

Before I sat back down I said, "please don't call me Perseus, it makes feel like you what to kill me! Call me Percy."

I heard some snickers from the different tables. Annabeth was shaking her head.

I sat on the chair, before the hat could even touch my head it screamed, "GET THAT BOY AWAY FROM ME!"

He leaped away from McGonagall's grasp. "HE'S ALREADY LIVED THROUGH MORE THAN THE BOY WHO LIVED EVER WILL."

McGonagall gripped the hat and said, "you will sort this young man into a house now!"

She was about to put the hat on my head when it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR, just get him away from me."

No one cheered for me, maybe because they were shocked at the hat's reaction. Well, I silently slipped away and sat next to Annabeth, I grabbed her hand and looked at her.

"Grace Thalia."

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She used my last name...

I got up to her and said, in a dangerous voice, "I don't use my last name, so you shouldn't either!"

Then I sat on the chair. The great hall was so silent you could have heard a pin drop.

The hat didn't talk or anything it just screamed, "Gryffindor!" At the top of its lungs.

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"Are you guys crazy?" Ron asked us.

We looked confused. "Why?" Nico asked.

"What'd you burn food for?" He continued.

Percy answered, "it's part of our religion."

"You guys are weird." He said before going back to his food.

I murmured, "Duly noted."

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"Me mam didn't want me to come back this year!" He said to Harry.

"And why not?" Harry asked him.

"Well," Seamus said in a measured voice, "I suppose... Because of you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked quickly.

"Well," Seamus said again, averting Harry's eyes. "She.. Er... Well it's not just you, it's Dumbledore too."

"She believes the daily prophet?" said Harry. "She believes I'm a liar and Dumbledore's an old fool?"

Seamus looked up at him, "yeah, something like that."

Harry threw his wand on the table and changed from his robes to his pyjamas. He got into bed, when he was about to pull the hangings of the bed close Seamus said, "look... What did happen the night when... You know, when... With Cedric Diggory and all?"

"What are you asking me for?" Harry retorted. "Just read the daily prophet like your mother, why don't you? That'll tell you all you need to know!"

"Don't you have a go at my mother!" Seamus snapped.

"I'll have a go at anyone who calls me a liar," said Harry.

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"Guys stop!" I intervened. "Your fighting like little kids."

They both glared at me. Before I could defend myself Ron stepped in the room and asked, "what's going on?"

"He's having a go at my mother!" Seamus yelled.

"What?" Ron said. "Harry wouldn't do that- we met your mother, we liked her..."

"That's before she started believing every word the stinking daily prophet writes about me!" Said Harry at the top of his voice.

"Oh," Ron said, starting to comprehend the situation. "Oh right..."

At that I wondered what they had written about Harry that is so bad as to turn his friends against him.

Seamus turned pale, "You believe all the rubbish he's come out with about you-know-who, do you reckon he's telling the truth?"

"Yes, I do!" Ron said angrily.

"I and Nico do too," I said stepping up once more. "And please guys stop this nonsense. It's been a long day and your nerves are frayed, go to bed."

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"As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions," said Professor Umbridge dismissively.

"You're just scared!" Thalia said. Her fist in the air. She looked deadly.

"And you are?" Inquired the Professor.

Thalia let her fist go down. "Thalia!" She said, daring her to ask her last name.

"Well Ms. Thalia what did you say?" She asked with her honey voice.

Thalia smiled calmly. "You're just scared that the students will find a way to overthrow you because you are too insecure of your own work. I quote and repeat, 'under carefully controlled examination conditions'."

Professor Umbridge just stared at her. So Thalia continued. "Listen, I haven't been here the past four years, so I can't compare your way of teaching with others but seriously, it's called 'Defence' against the dark arts, so we 'should' learn some actual defence."

Umbridge just ignored her. I saw Thalia fist bump Nico's.

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Harry strode over to her desk, she started scribbling somethings on a piece of parchment and then she said, "take this to professor McGonagall." And she stretched out the piece of parchment to Harry, who took it and left the classroom.

But Percy wasn't done, he stood up again. "Percy sit down!" I said too loudly.

Professor Umbridge looked at him, daring him to speak. Stupid.

"How thick can you be woman? Seriously. And what makes you call half-bloods half-breeds? Uh? Just because you're a 'pure' blood doesn't give you the right to call others half-breeds. I'm a half-blood, does that mean you consider me as a half-breed?" Percy asked, anger was clear in his words. Trust me when I tell you, don't make the son of Poseidon angry.

Professor Umbridge smiled. "Mr. Jackson you have already gotten detention this afternoon. Do you want it for the rest of the week as well?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "No! What kind of question is that? Of course I don't."

"Well then," she said. "You would do well to close your mouth and start reading."

Percy sat down. "This ain't over."

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"I haven't got donuts!" Nico imitated.

"Oh shut up Death Breath!" Percy protested.

But seriously, donuts?

We went through the trap door that led to Trelawney's classroom. I turned to the Americans.

"She's always predicting some weird deaths, they never happened so don't freak out!" I warned them.

"Ya," Ron said, "she's been talking about Harry's death since third year."

I glared at him. I sat around a table with Ron and Hermione. Percy, Thalia, Nico and Annabeth sat around another. A crystal ball sat in the middle of each table.

"Good morning everyone, today we shall start with dreams, talk with your partner about your latest dream!" Trelawney said.

We started talking about nonsense. I heard Percy and Annabeth actually talking about the dreams they had, but they soon stopped. The professor had arrived at their table.

She looked at Percy, "you, beware the ocean child, you shall die drowning!"

The Americans looked at one another, then they all burst into laughter. Trelawney's face showed a high level of confusion. Mine did too. Why would they laugh at such a thing?

Trelawney then looked at Thalia and said, "you, will die struck by lightning!"

Cue, more laughter from the Americans. What was so funny.

She turned to Nico, "you, child, will die at the hands of the ghost King."

The Americans kept on laughing.

She then looked at Annabeth, "you will die from lack of wisdom!"

Annabeth just shook her head whilst her friends burst out laughing again.

Then the professor stiffened and with a metallic old voice said, "the hero's soul cursed blade shall reap."

The four Americans stopped laughing. "You will be betrayed by one who calls you a friend, ship with warriors of bone, one shall be lost in the land without rain, rise or fall by the ghost king's hands, to storm or fire the world must fall, the son of Neptune shall drown, daughter of wisdoms walks alone, an oath to keep with a final breath."

They had all paled up and were not moving a muscle. Their eyes were wide as if recalling old memories. Then Trelawney got out of her trance and said, "why'd you pale up? I just tripped over."

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Hermione crossed her hands. "Care to explain? What are the fields of punishment? Or Asphodel? And what do you mean by, 'my father uses those'? Soul?"

They exchanged another set of weird looks then they silently came to an understanding and nodded. They're going to talk, yes!

The blonde, Annabeth spoke up. "Well, let's say that Nico's father is somewhat the leader of this massive prison. The fields of Punishment is where the bad, bad people go to. And at he fields of Asphodel are less cruel."

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I was about to sit down when I heard. "M-master D-Di A-a-angelo?"

I looked at the professor who if possible for a ghost had paled up.

I rolled my eyes. "My father is mad at you, you know?"

He nodded rapidly. Thalia wasn't even trying to hold her snickers and neither was Percy. Annabeth was smiling. "I- I-"

"I don't need an excuse." I snapped. "You know all the paperwork you're making my father do?"

He nodded again. "Please-"

"Enough!" I snapped at him. The room was quiet expect fro the laughing of my so called friends. "My father asked me to round you ghosts up and bring you, in the place downstairs by the end of the school year unless you give me reason not to."

He looked plain terrified. "We have permission."

"Not form my father you don't." I said

He nodded and said. "But- but our lady gave us permission."

"Yeah but your lady, doesn't decide this type of things does she? She has no authority whatsoever to allow dead spirits to roam the earth." I retorted.

"We've been here for centuries, no one bothered us." He protested.

"I'll remind you that they are not allowed into each other's territories without invitation. I am the first of my siblings to set foot into Hogwarts. That is why..." I said trying to keep my calm.

Then before he could protest anymore I said. "Now, go on with this lesson of yours or I'll bring you to- downstairs now and here."

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What hell was going on. Annabeth was about to say something else but Hermione arrived. "I found out who Hecate is." She said happily.

"Soo?" I asked.

"She's the Greek goddess of magic, the mist, whatever that is, and crossroads." She explained quickly.

"Goddess?" I added uncertain.

She nodded. "I'll tell you more later, professor Sprout is here."

Right she was. "Come in dears." Sprout said.

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Annabeth turned her attention to us from the teacher. "Must you guys always fight?"

Together we all said, "yes." A bit too loudly so heads turned our way.

She sighed and turned her attention back to the teacher's.

"I wish I could sleep." Said Percy as he rested his head on his arms.

"I wish I was hunting in the forest." I said.

"I," Nico said. "I, I just wish I wasn't here."

Hermione's head turned to us. "Can you guys keep quiet? I'm trying to listen here."

Then she turned and Percy stuck out his tongue.

"Dude that's not nice." I turned to see Ron scowling.

"Well," Percy defended. "It's not nice that she tells us to be quiet in a boring lesson such as this."

He shrugged. "Yeah I get it. But it's not nice. So don't." And he too turned.

Percy rolled his eyes.

"No, no, no." Nico said preoccupied.

I looked at him to see what was wrong. The plant in front of him was dying. I couldn't help but laugh. Percy noticed and joined me.

Nico banged his head on the table. "Why?" He moaned. "Why is it always me?"

At that we both couldn't help but laugh harder. The professor stopped explaining whatever she was explaining. All heads turned to us.

"What exactly." Professor Sprout said. "Is going on there? Care to share what is so funny?"

I bit my jaw to stop the laughing. "Sorry. It's just that the plant just died."

She widened her eyes in shock. She came over to us. Nico still had his head on the table. She examined the plant.

"How?" She said. "How did you kill this beautiful plant?" She questioned me and Percy.

We both raised our hands. Then Percy pointed at Nico. "Wasn't us. Was him."

Nico looked up a little confused and I could not help but laugh again. His expression was just too much.

"You guys." Nico said. "Are the worst cousins ever! Why? Why must I be associated with you?"

He banged his head in the table once more. I noticed the plants nearby were starting to wither. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down Zombie Dude. You're killing all of them."

He took my hand off of his shoulder. I heard a muffled. "Don't touch me."

We had all completely forgotten that everyone's eyes were set on us. Professor Sprout looked mad, "how are you killing all my plants my I ask?"

"Am I?" Was Nico's muffled response.

"Yes you are." Sprout said. "And look at me when I talk."

He raised his head. I had to bite my jaw to stop myself from laughing. Percy was doing no better.

Nico looked at the dead plants near him. "I'm sorry." He said half heartedly.

"How?" Professor Sprout urged.

"They just die." Nico said angrily. "I can't help it. They don't like me, I don't like them. Now could I please be excused from this class for ever?"

Professor Sprout looked puzzled. "What?"

Nico half rolled his eyes. "Can I drop out?"

She smiled and nodded. "I'm afraid it's for the best. You may leave."

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Percy looked up at me with a grin. Then he looked at Nico. "You realise he's going to kill us?"

I laughed. "Yeah I know. It'll be worth it."

"And you realise Annabeth is going to murder us?" He said with a smile.

"Yup." I said kneeling next to Percy. "Do you think we should knock him out?"

He thought about it for a second. Then he turned back to the two wizards. "So is there a spell?"

They shook their heads. I know as a fact there is, but hey we're here to protect them or something. Better have them as friends. So carefully I started putting makeup on Nico's face as Percy started dying his clothes with the colours of the rainbow.

He was going to kill us. That's also a fact.

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"Let's wake him." Percy said.

She nodded. "May I have the honour?" She asked approaching the sleeping kid.

"Don't go too hard." Percy warned. Too hard? "If he gets pissed, it's you. Not me."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Prissy." She muttered.

"Dude." Percy said. "That's what Clarisse calls me. Not you too."

"Deal with it." She said leaning into Nico.

"I'll call you Pinecone Face for the rest of your life if you do. And Grace." He blackmailed.

"You call me that," she said. "You wish you'd never heard of lightning."

He scowled. "Just wake him."

Her grin reappeared. She touched his arm and again, I had the feeling I saw electricity zaps emitting from it.

"Nico." She said softly.

"Aah!" He yelled. Then he saw Thalia. "Hades' underpants. Stop doing that Thalia."

Hades' underpants? What? Gross.

Thalia was smiling and Nico noticed. He then got into a sitting position. And immediately his eyes showed pure anger. "What did you do?" He asked silently, yet I felt like I wanted to cower and hide in a closet for the rest of my life.

Percy and Thalia just laughed. Nico studied his clothes. He glared at them, but then he quickly put on a pout. "Guys this aviator's jacket was my favourite." He said kindly.

Wait, what?

Percy and Thalia seemed confused. Isn't he supposed to be mad?

"Wait you're not mad?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No I'm not mad." He said with a fake smile. Then the smile faded and it turned into a, 'I wanna pee my pants and run' glare. "I'm beyond mad." And without warning he kicked the both of them in the gut. They both stumbled back.

"Not a fair fight if I'm alone." He muttered. He thrust out his hand and the floor opened.

In the meanwhile Percy and Thalia were laughing. Before anything could happen from the crack on the floor, percy put his hands in a T sign. "Time out Neeks." He said while suppressing laughter. "Please, check your face and clean it. I can't... Fight you... If you... Look... Like... That. Please."

Nico stopped. "What did you do?" He asked in the low tone.

"Please." Thalia said. "Check it out. It took me half an hour."

He glared. "When I'm back you're both dead."

And with that he run up the stairs. Me and Harry bursted out lighting. Percy and Thalia were on the floor clutching their stomachs.

Then Thalia started getting up. "We..." She said in between laughs. "Have... To... Leave... Death... Breath... Kill... Us."

Percy nodded and stood up. "We were never here." He said to us.

The two of them sprinted out of the portrait hole after that. Minutes later Nico came downstairs. "I'm going to kill them." He muttered.

He looked around the room and saw that they were gone. In frustration he punched the sofa, making it tick over. That was strong.

"Where are they?" He shouted looking at me and Harry.

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Umbridge slammed her hand on the table, gaining my attention. "I'm your superior and you will do what I say!"

I looked at her really annoyed. "Listen up toad- um I mean professor." Her face turned red and I resisted the urge to laugh. "This is detention, not open the skin of a poor little de- kid."

I mentally slapped my self for being so stupid, why must I always make words slip out of my mouth? Stupid. I felt a sting on my cheek and I realised the toad had slapped me.

"How dare you?" I threatened glaring at her.

"How you dare!" She yelled. "I am from the ministry! How dare you talk that way to me?"

I yawned. "You done?" I asked and she stumbled back, I stood up. "For one, I don't care that you're from the ministry. For two, I already told you, I just dare because you don't scare me. And three, oh wait, there is no three."

Her eyes widened. Before she could say a thing I said. "I'll talk to Dumbledore, I'll ask him to excuse myself from your lessons for the rest of the year. Also, I'm not coming to any more of your detentions, and I'm leaving now."

She opened her mouth to speak then closed it. The she reopened it. "Good! Don't let your face be shown in my classroom ever again!"

I nodded. "Gladly." I reached the door and turned to Harry. "You coming or you gonna let her torture your hand?"

He opened his mouth to speak but Umbridge beat him to it. "No you don't Potter. You're staying here."

I ignored her. "She can't do anything. It's not like she'll expel you. Just come."

He considered this for a moment before grabbing his bag and heading out her office.

"Potter come back here!" Umbridge shrieked.

I said. "He chose to be freeeeeee! So no."

And with that I closed her door and we headed for the Gryffindor common room.

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"I need to say that you're previous teachers have done a poor job at teaching you Americans respect towards your superiors." Umbridge said walking back to her desk.

"They didn't." Thalia said, she put her feet on the desk and grinned. "You just don't deserve it. If you did I might be bowing to you or something. No wait, that never happens unless it's Milady."

Who the bloody hell is her lady, from what Hermione told me about what happened this morning she follows this lady. But who is this lady?

Umbridge ignored her. "It'd be wise of both of you came for detention this afternoon to learn some respect for me."

Thalia shook her head. "Nope, I'm out ms. Toad. Wait sorry, professor. I heard what you do for detentions and I have no intention of carving my skin open."

Those students are so rebellious, except Annabeth, the blonde enjoys school unlike her friends. It reminds me of me, Harry and Hermione. God she's cute when she gets mad at me. Where the hell did that come from.

Umbridge blushed heavily. "You will come if you don't want to be expelled ms. Grace."

Thalia slowly turned her head towards Umbridge. She was trying to breath slowly. Did I really see electricity zaps around her. Oh no.

"Did you seriously call me Grace again?" She asked in a low tone.

The room now smelled of ozone. Nico stood up. "Okay everyone, if I were you I'd take cover." And he proceeded to walk to the end of the the hell was he talking about? Annabeth was the only one that decided to walk away from Thalia. We all stayed put, I mean, what could she do that's so bad?

Thalia slowly stood up and walked over to Umbridge. Her back was to us so I couldn't see her facial expression. She stopped in front of her. Electricity was now visibly zapping around her. What the bloody hell?! She's creeping out. All our eyes widened.

She put both her hand on Umbridge's shoulders and she whimpered. "I dare you to call me Grace again." Thalia whispered, it was loud enough for basically everyone in the room to hear.

"What do you think you're doing ms. Grace?" Umbridge said stubbornly.

Thalia patted her shoulders and turned around. She locked eyes with Annabeth. Is that it? Was she just going to threaten her. I shook my head in confusion.

"Thalia don't." Annabeth said. Thalia grinned at her, then it happened.

Thalia stepped towards them with her left foot. Immediately she turned one eighty and thrust her arm forward hand facing up. A bolt of lightning zapped from her hand and hit professor Umbridge straight in the chest. She flew backwards over her desk and smashed onto the wall behind her. At the same time some jets of lighting flew out of her body in all directions and pretty much hit anyone within ten feet of her. Now I understand why Nico and Annabeth walked away. Professor Umbridge slumped to the ground, her eyes were open. Her hair sticking out in all directions. Thalia kneeled next to her.

"And this is why," she said. "You shouldn't call me Grace. The name belongs to my mother who I disowned myself from." Great to know...

She turned and walked away. She stopped after a few steps. "Oh I forgot to say, don't expect to see my face to any of your stupid lessons, I think hanging out with Percy is more productive than this. At least I learn how I can kill him." Why would you kill- never mind...

She stopped in front of Nico. "You coming Zombie Dude?"

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"What's wrong?" Thalia asked immediately.

Percy checked that no one was listening to their conversation. "I was attacked." He said.

"What's bad about that?" I asked.

He checked behind his shoulders quickly. "They're grouping. All the monsters. They're gonna attack."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "So should we go back? Maybe we can spare the wizards."

He shook his head. "That's the point, they not only want us," he motioned to himself and us. "They want also the wizards."

"Should we call for backup?" Thalia asked. "I could always ask the hunters-"

"No!" Annabeth said. "Let's first see how bad it is, then we think of back ups."

"What if it's too late?" Thalia said, I could feel her temper failing.

Thalia shot a sharp look at Thalia. "We can always train the wizards. They're going to fight to protect themselves."

"But then we'll have to reveal our identity." I said.

"Not necessarily." She said.

I threw my hands up. "Whatever."

Hermione turned to face us. "Train us? Train us in what?" Then she raised an eyebrow. "And what about your identity?"

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Hermione didn't back down. "Yes it is." She said. "If something is gonna attack our school then it is our business."

"Hem, hem." My eyes widened.

Just then did I realise the great hall was completely quiet. Every eyes were set on us and the person from which the voice had come from. Professor Umbridge was standing right behind me. Her hands on her hips glaring at me as I turned around.

I sighed deeply. Probably everyone heard it. "Not you again." I said.

Everyone in the room goaded or had some sort of reaction. Umbridge's cheeks turned a series of red I lost count. "How dare you?"

I chucked. "Is that the only question you can ask me? How dare you?" I mimicked her voice at the end.

If she was mad before she was fuming now. Then she took deep breaths and calmed down. "You were talking of an attack? Are you planning on attacking Hogwarts?"

I was about to laugh when Nico beat me to it. There he goes. "Please don't say that." He said. "If we wanted to attack this school, wouldn't we have done it already?"

"You're only four students." She snarled. "Of course you wouldn't have."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "You're wrong." I said. "Again. If we wanted any of you dead, you'd already be."

That sent a whole lot of whispers and gasps around the hall. Harry stood up from his chair. "Are you saying you four would win against all of us. Just the four of you?"

I raised my eyebrow and grinned. "Wanna try?"

Harry wanted so bad to say something but was stopped by Annabeth standing. "Percy stop threatening the school. We came here to help."

"Sorry Wise Girl." I said she shot me a glare but took a step towards the middle of the floor.

"We are not a threat." She said addressing everyone. "Even if you badly believe so. You've seen some very weird and different display of magic from, us." She looked at Thalia who shrugged. "But I assure you we have no bad intentions against your school. We came here to learn and have a fun time with all of you. It's not really working out for now, but things could change. I'm not saying they will. But please stop making assumptions that we're bad. Cuz we are not."

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Harry then searched their pockets for wands or any sort of weapons. He came up with a ballpoint pen from Percy.

"This guy sleeps with a pen!" He said incredulously handing the pen to Ron who set it on a nearby desk.

Harry then using a spell knocked the two awake. Both of their head shot up in alert if not being into bed.

"Don't hurt Annabeth!" Was Percy's reaction.

He blushed once he realised what he had said. Annabeth looked at him lovingly. Then she struggled with her hands, turned around to see who her captors were.

"Really" She asked Hermione quiet angrily.

"We want answers, and we're not afraid to use our wands." Hermione said fiercely.

Percy and Annabeth puffed. "Now what Wise Girl? We're stuck."

Annabeth chuckled at her boyfriend. "Don't worry I got this."

"You know I love you right?" He asked her.

"Stop." Hermione interfered. "We want the truth. Not lies. And please just answer our questions or . . ."

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Okay, ask away!"

Ron scowled. Hermione asked, "who are you?"

Percy smiled, "that's easy! I'm Percy Jackson and she's Annabeth chase, my girlfriend."

Annabeth shot him a look. Harry scowled, that was so not what Hermione had meant. But the guy was smart, Harry would give him that,

"Are you a Death Eater?" Harry asked Percy. Percy immediately started laughing, not bothering the situation he was in.

"What?" Percy asked. "Why would I want to eat Thanatos?"

"Who's Thanatos?" Ron asked.

Annabeth ignored him and asked a question of her own, "why would you ask him that?"

"No!" Hermione said annoyed. "A Death Eater is Voldemort's follower!"

Percy's smile faded, "there you go again. Suspecting that I work of mouldy shorts, oh wait, my bad, Voldemort. Why would you think I'm a Death Eater?"

The golden trio found it insulting that he would joke over such a sour subject. But whatever, they needed answers and they didn't have all night.

"You've got the dark mark on you're forearm!" Harry said pointing at his arm.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "What? Oh! That, that's not a dark mark, whatever that is. It's a tattoo, wait let me show you. Oh wait, I can't my hands are tied." He said sarcastically. "So it'd be kind if you freed them."

"We're not dumb you know?" Ron said and Percy and to risk the urge to contradict him. "Harry just pull up his sleeve."

Harry nodded and went to look at it. Hermione squinted her eyebrows as she studied it.

"What is it?" She asked confused. She had never seen anything like it, gah, she hated not knowing.

"It's a, like, sign that you are part of this organisation back at home!" Percy explained, it was true.

"The line is for?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"A year of service." Percy said slowly. Ron joined Hermione and raised his eyebrow.

"And the trident?" Hermione continued.

"That's like your group."

"What does SPQR stand for?" She asked at last.

Percy thought about it for a second. Annabeth was waiting to hear what he was going to say. She would bet he'd say something wrong.

At last Percy grinned and said. "Super Perfect Queen Reyna!"

Annabeth glared at him. He cowered and said, "hey that was a joke, I actually forgot what it stands for, even tho' I'm pretty sure the R stands for Romanus."

Annabeth shook her head. "You're seriously a seaweed brain!" Annabeth actually knew what it stood for, but better to keep that a secret. Of course she knew it stood for Senatus Romanus PopolasQue, she had asked as soon as she could.

Percy smiled. "I love you too wise girl."

"Why do you call each other that?" Hermione asked.

Percy frowned at her question. Then he smiled gingerly, "can't a couple have nicknames for each other."

"That's not what I meant-" Hermione said.

Percy raise his eyebrows. "Sure sounds like it. I'm not dumb you know." He mimicked Ron's voice at the end just for the fun of it.

Ron glared at Percy. Harry then lost it and said. "Just answer the damn question."

Percy grinned mischievously. "I want a dam shirt." And then he laughed.

The golden trio looked at Annabeth for answers. "It's an inside joke." But then she glared at them.

Harry was getting more mad by the second. "Just answer the bloody question!" He half yelled.

Percy stopped answering and answered, "well she's smart and wise. And apparently my head is filled with seaweed!"

"Apparently?" Annabeth asked.

"Okay, whatever." He said as he rolled his eyes.

"That makes no sense!" Hermione said.

Percy looked offended, "why is that?"

"Oh you'll find out that much about us makes no sense!" Annabeth said.

They stayed quiet for a while.

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked at last.

Percy's face lit up, "oh, we're here to help in the upcoming war and protect Har-!"

"Protect me?" Harry was mad, he didn't need protection from teenagers. "And how do four teenagers like yourself make a difference in the biggest wizard war?"

"Calm down man!" Percy said. "Hey listen, your headmaster contacted our mentor and asked for reinforcements. And our headmaster sent the best he had, I'm still wondering why Jason isn't here..."

"Dummy," Annabeth said. "Jason isn't originally from our school, and he's busy building those 'things' he promised he would build."

Percy smiled remembering the reason why Jason was away and his near death with Polybotes, he cringed at it. "Right!"

"You four are the best of your school?" Ron asked unimpressed.

Percy opened his mouth wide open in an ungrateful sign. "Cut me some slack man. I'm only seventeen. . ."

"Oh you'd be surprised what Percy did!" Annabeth said ignoring what he previously said.

"Annabeth!" Percy protested.

Hermione though, wasn't even listening. "Why did you laugh in Trelawney's first lesson? Death isn't something to laugh about!"

Percy's mouth widened into a huge grin. "He he. Mmh well, I can't drown. Nico, well, Nico is the Ghost King. Thalia literally produces lightning and Annabeth," he sighed heavily, his eyes getting lost in hers, "she is the wisest person on earth!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows as if saying, 'as if!'

Percy noticed and said, "she has exceeded in what many before her failed. And in order to do so she had to be pretty smart and courageous."

"Well it didn't end well did it?" She asked, remembering the aftermath.

"No!" Percy agreed.

"What are you?" Harry asked at last.

Percy grinned as he thought of the answer. "That is for us to know." He said and he looked between himself and Annabeth. "And for you to dot, dot, dot. . ." (A/N yes, I got this from the Vampire Diaries if you have watched it. I like the line and it kinda came to me like that, only later did I realise where I had heard it. Continue reading. . .)

Percy's eyes widened as he saw that Harry's wand was right in his hands. "Calm down man. No need to use your sticks- I mean wands."

"What are you?" Harry demanded. "Since you're not answering it must mean you're something that we're not supposed to know. So what are you?"

Percy shook his head. "Dude, you're not making any sense." Harry frowned. "You said it yourself, you're not supposed to know!"

Hermione put a hand on Harry's chest and pushed him back a little. "Come on guys just tell us." She said calmly.

Percy and Annabeth looked at each other. "We might as well tell them Annie."

"Tell us what?" Ron asked madly.

They ignored him, Annabeth said, "but Percy, Chiron clearly said not to-"

"Tell them for as long as we can, I know, you think I don't listen? Well I do. And I really think that we evaded the truth for long enough." Percy continued.

"Less than a week Percy. Is that what you call long enough?" Annabeth half screamed.

Percy looked at the three wizards, "we're demigods!"

"Demi-what?" Ron asked immediately.

"De-mi-gods!" Percy repeated. Annabeth glared at him for telling them their secret like that. He knew she was probably mad, he knew Thalia and Nico were going to kill him but he had enough, enough of having to act different. This way they would know why stuff was like it was.

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Voldemort sighed. "It looks like you didn't get the message earlier-"

"I got it alright!" Percy interrupted, and right now, he was nothing like the guy I know. "And their dead. So you're their new master?" Wait, he had killed someone? He didn't give Voldemort a chance to answer. "Of course you are. But if you think for even a moment that I would join you-"

Percy stopped as Voldemort raised his wand and said, "crucio."

It hit Percy. Well duh. Percy gasped as the curse took effect. "Ah-" he fell to the floor gasping in pain.

How was he not screaming? The curse for all I know, and trust me I know, is freaking painful.

I was shocked to say the least. But that didn't been compare to what I felt when Percy closed his eyes, controlled his breathing and slowly stood up.

Voldemort's wand hand dropped to his side, surprised.

Percy's eyes were still closed. "How're you in my head?" He asked.

Voldemort did as if nothing had happened, like Percy hadn't bested the curse. "Magic."

"Get out of my head." Percy said as he opened his eyes. He started glaring at Voldemort.

What the hell? What the actual bloody hell? Most men would be cowering if they were Percy. This guy was demanding things from the very men who was feared by thousands. I was amazed. My jaw was already hanging open.

"Always the loyal one." Voldemort said.

That got Percy's attention. "What do you mean?"

"You and your friends will die." Voldemort said. "But you can avoid that. Join me."

Percy had the nerve to laugh at him. "Do your research man." Then he- he stepped closer to Voldemort. Crazy. "Two wars." He said in barely a whisper. "Two wars and we're still all alive."

I stumbled back. Percy had been through two wars? All of them? They were kids, how could- My mind started aching just thinking about it so I stopped.

Voldemort grinned. "I see not all of you are completely sane though."

That seemed to hit Percy as he took a step back.

Tom took this moment to attack again. "Everyone will die." Voldemort hissed. "You can avoid that. You need only to join me."

Percy still stayed quiet. Voldemort spoke again. "I heard your flaw was loyalty." He said disappointed. "If it really is then you know it's better to spare the death of so many young wizards. Even if you and your friends don't die, the death of others will still be on your hands. For you could have avoided it."

This was creeping me out. They were both talking about a fight. So we were right, something was going to attack Hogwarts.

Percy was looking everywhere but at Voldemort.

Tom chuckled at him and continued his taunting. "Their deaths will haunt you. Like the ones of your deceased friends."

Deceased friends? Is that why they could see the thestrals?

Percy got out of it. He looked more mad than ever. He reached Voldemort. Grabbed his throat and threatened to punch him. "Never talk about them again!" He threatened.

Again I admired his courage. Not one person would dare that.

Voldemort didn't flinch under the demigods glare. "Back off."

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"I am so gonna kill you Thals." Percy said as we entered the common room after the tryouts were over.

Thalia snickered. "Good luck with that Kelp Head."

"I'm helping him." Nico added.

"Then that's not fair anymore." She said. "Two against one."

"Afraid to loose?" Asked Annabeth.

Percy chuckled and Thalia stuck her tongue out at him. "No! And shut up Squirtle."

Days ago, I'd wonder why the nicknames, now they made sense, and I couldn't help but laugh at their sense of humour, even though they were talking about death.

Percy slumped down on a couch. "Glad that's over." He said refereeing to quidditch.

"Yes, I agree." Nico agreed as he dropped on one as well.

"Oh come on guys," Annabeth said. "It wasn't that bad. I actually found it pretty fun."

"You're not the one that has been threatened not be in the sky." Percy said.

Annabeth nodded once. "True." She said as she too sat down.

"So Harry." Percy called out to me. "Defence lessons, any ideas when and where?" He asked.

In truth, I had forgotten about them entirely. But hearing this from Percy made me relax in his decision if he wanted to join Voldemort or not.

"Well, first we'd need to find out where." I said. "And then the where."

"Any ideas?" Annabeth asked with a raised eyebrow.

I shook my head. "No, but I'll search for something this weekend."

"Good."

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Harry shook his head. "I don't trust you." He said. "You're dangerous."

"I am." I agreed. "And I get it you don't trust me, but you need to at least try to, and be ready for what is to come." I said.

"Or I could just kill you now." He said slightly moving the sword.

It cut a little into my throat and I had to greet my teeth. "And live for the rest of your life with the conscious of having killed an innocent man."

"I'd hardly call you innocent." He said. "Two wars, I bet you killed a few."

I didn't like it but I had to agree with him. "You're right." I said. "But everything I did, everyone I. . .killed, it was to save thousands, including you." I didn't like admitting I had killed people, but it was true, during both wars I had been forced to fight against my family and eventually kill them to survive.

"What do you mean?" He asked, and to make me as were he cut slightly more, making a little blood ooze out and I felt it trickle down my neck.

"If you keep moving that sword deeper in you're going to kill me." I said slowly.

He frowned and slightly took the sowed away. I sighed, relieved that the pressure wasn't there anymore. "What do you mean you saved thousands?" He asked.

"There was a war." I started. "A prophecy. A child, me, Thalia or Nico, would make a choice when sixteen. It's either destroy Olympus, or save it. Titans attacked, the leader, Kronos, he had golden eyes and possessed an old friend of mine. Unnoticed or abandoned demigods were fighting against us. It's either kill or be killed. Luke died along with Kronos, human population saved from him, the end."

He frowned. "You said two wars." He said. "What about the other one."

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to kill me, not ask about my amazing quests."

He scowled while I gave him my signature smile, which he did not like. He pressed the sword back in my throat slightly, it didn't cut but it was scraping. "Do you hate me?" He asked.

I couldn't shake my head for fear of being cut. "No. If I new there was someone with a possible intention of killing me I'd do the same." I told him.

He seemed reassured by this. Oops, had I given him more pretence for him to kill me? Who knows.

"I just," Harry looked troubled. "I don't know if I can trust you. And I don't know. . .I can't just kill you."

"You can." I said. "You just need to hate me enough for it. Feel as if I'm really threatening your life and push that fabulous sword you're holding in your right hand and voilà, done, no more worries, I'd be dead."

He scowled at what I had just said. "Do you have a death wish?" He asked.

"No." I said. "Not really. It's just. . .I know you won't do it. If you really wanted to kill me you would have done it already."

"You're not afraid to die are you?" He asked.

"When you're a demigod you kind of get used to the feeling that you're about to die." I explained. "So no, I'm not afraid to die."

I don't think he knew that the blade was moving into my neck, I gritted my teeth and he did. Before he could get put a word there was some rustling and footsteps coming from behind him.

"What's going on?" Asked Annabeth. Harry released the magical grip on me and immediately, my right hand pushed the sowed away from my throat and my left grabbed my bleeding throat.

"Percy!" Annabeth cried out as she came over to me. "What happened?" She looked at my hands smattered in blood and then glared at Harry.

Ron and Hermione were behind him and looking at him confused. Thalia and Nico were looking between the two groups.

"What the bloody hell Harry?" Ron asked his friends.

"He's got no fault in this." I defended him. "It's my fault. I. . .sort of attacked Harry. . .he was just defending himself."

Annabeth looked at me with concern. "Why'd you attack him?" She asked.

I just shook my head. "I don't know. I'm sorry." The last bit was referred to Harry.

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"I think they deserve rather more than detentions," said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly.

Professor McGonagall's eyes flew open. "But unfortunately," she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, "it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores."

"Well, actually, Minerva," simpered Umbridge, "I think you'll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it? Cornelius just sent it. . .I mean," she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her hand-bag, "the Minister just sent it. . .Ah yes . . ."

She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said.

"Hem, hem . . . 'Educational Decree Number Twenty-five . . .' " "Not another one!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently.

Short story long, no wait, long story short. Percy, Fred and George got a life ban from quidditch whilst I got a day of suspension with her. Just great. . . Holy Hera I'm going to die and not only of boredom but also from Annabeth.

"And what will I be doing?" I asked as politely as I could master. The woman got sickly on my nerves.

She smiled sweetly at me. "I think lines will do."

I scowled. I turned on my heel and headed out of the room. "Forget it toad- I mean professor."

"Come right back here Jackson." Dollies shouted after me, I swear I could hear snorts and chuckles coming from the others.

"Nah," I said as I opened the door. "See ya tomorrow."

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"Silence." Space said with his monotone voice and the whole classroom dropped their conversations to listen to the professor.

"Open your textbooks at page-" he was interrupted by the door opening.

"Sorry I'm late." Percy said.

I saw everyone's head snap towards him, including my own. Okay he was either stupid, or very stupid. I'll go with the latter. What the heck though, he's just skipping suspension.

"What are you doing here Mr. Jackson?" Snape asked.

Before answering Percy plopped his books down a boy that was named Nevil, no wait it's Neville. "Where else should I be?" He said with a smile as he sat down.

I let my head bang on the table. "Idiot."

"You have suspension with Dolores, don't you?" Snape said.

"Yeah." Percy admitted. "But, would you go if I were you, no wait, if you were me?" What the actual Hades. . .

Snape then said, "I should report you-"

"But you won't." Percy interrupted. "Because you're a nice teacher. Even though I think you hate me."

There were snickers and chuckles around the room and I lifted my head up. Snape was right in front of Percy's desk. "I will not report you this once. Don't think of it as a getaway though." He said as he walked back to his desk.

"Professor." Percy said. "Be happy I'm actually willing to learn potions for once."

Snape glared as more chuckles passed through the room, including my own and Thalia's.

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"Hey beef boy." I said out loud. "Long time no see."

If anyone would have heard that they might have thought I was crazy. Well maybe I was, but I needed to know a few things before I killed him, again.

"Perseus Jackson." He bellowed. "You're time to choose is at an end."

I stiffened and I saw Harry's eyes glare at me. "Oh so you work with him?" I said. "What exactly as he offered you?" I asked. "First it was Hades, for my neck. Then it was Kronos, still for my neck. Now what has he offered you? Me again. That once he's done he'll just toss me over to you and you can finally kill me."

The Minotaur shook his head. "This time it is not you and you know it." He raised his hand and pointed at the students in the hall. "They may not smell or taste as good as you half-bloods, but it's still good enough."

"And yet." I said causally putting my hand in my pockets. "You come here on a suicide mission."

He growled, "choose and it's over."

I smiled sweetly at him. I took out my pen and he eyed it warily. "Dear friend," I faked writing on an imaginary piece of paper, "you should really stop coming into my life and trying to kill me."

I stretched out my arm with the imaginary piece of paper. "It's for you beef boy." I said.

He growled. "All right." I said tightening my grip on riptide. "I'll give you a choice. You turn around, and go back to your master. Or we fight." I stopped to look at him, I so loved messing with monsters like this. He looked so confused. "You're choice."

"Choose." He growled. "Join him or doom these wizards to a fight they cannot possibly win, they are no demigods.

"Okay then." I got in a fighting stance. "If you see him again, which you probably and hopefully won't, tell Voldemort," everyone in the room gasped at the name, I ignored it. "That I'd rather fight a fight we're bound to lose than join him."

I gave everyone a moment to understand what I had just said. Some gasped, including my friends from behind. After that I broke loose. I uncapped riptide and many student stepped back. My sword grew into it's full size. I wasn't the one to attack, the Minotaur was. He came at me at full speed. Wrong move buddy. I vaulted on him and when I landed I brought riptide down. It was a lucky shot I must say that the blade found the exact spot where his back wasn't covered and it sunk in hilt deep.

From this angle I could see Annabeth, Nico and Thalia. They were scowling and Annabeth was shaking her head. "I'm sorry." I whispered though it was blearily audible.

Just one stab wound wasn't going to kill the beef guy near me. I plucked my sword out and slashed wildly at his head. It. . .came off of his shoulders and it all disintegrated into a pile of dust. For a moment I was standing still in the middle of the great hall with more than four hundred pair of eyes set on me.

I must have looked like I was crazy because when I looked at Annabeth she seemed afraid. "You need to help me out with this Wise Girl."

'Blackjack be ready.' I said telepathically.

'Right under the window boss. Ready to catch you.'

She was about to ask me what I was talking about, but I didn't give her the time, I know, dick move. But as of now I did not want to explain what had just happened to her. I capped my sword and sprinted off to the nearest window which was empty. I crashed into it with my shoulder and for a moment I was free falling. Then a black figure swooped in and I gracefully landed on Blackjack's back. 'Thanks buddy.' I said.

'No problem boss'.

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"So," he continued. "A few months ago. The 'Dark Lord', to be honest to me, he looks pretty pale though." He said frowning. "But, lets continue. He came to me in a dream, a dream which he made Harry share with me. He could see me, I couldn't see him. So he heard and knows as much as I know." He looked at Harry on this, the wizard nodded in return. "I asked him to keep it quiet, even though he was the one with a sword on my neck. Let's just make the story short, Voldemort-" the wizards gasped as he said the name. He let them.

Once they were over the 'shock', he continued. "Him," he said this time. "Has a vast number of mythological monster which will easily follow his orders for your blood. Orders will be, an attack on this beautiful school that your ancestors decided to name after a skin disease." There were a few chuckles and snorts throughout the hall. "So, before that happened, your patron, more like ancestor and blesser, Hecate, goddess of magic, ghosts, necromancy and crossroads gave us a mission to come here to Hogwarts to help in whatever comes up. I believe she knew this was going to happen and therefore sent us, but with gods we can never be sure."

"How are you four going to help?" A Hufflepuff asked.

Percy felt his ego deflate, no, just kidding. "More might come, but that's optional, that's in case things go really bad.

"And who exactly are you?" The same Hufflepuff asked.

"We'll reintroduce ourselves then." He said gleefully ironically. "Yuppie!" He waved his hands like a small child getting a new toy.

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"Annabeth?" Percy said worriedly as he laid his girlfriend on the ground slowly. Making sure not to make the wound worse.

He held a hand to where the arrow was coming out from, stopping some of the blood flow while Thalia rummaged her pockets for some ambrosia.

Percy looked back up the monster to see the both of them retreating backwards. The first one had a smug look on her face. "The dark lord warned of this." She said with a sneer. "Next time it'll be to the head." And then they were gone, in a flash of flames.

Percy didn't know he was glaring until Annabeth's soft hand caressed his cheek, bringing him back to his old self. She had already munched down on some ambrosia but he knew it wasn't enough the moment he saw her loosing consciousness. He let out a stream of curses in Ancient Greek before picking her up bride style and walking back to the castle where he would make sure she was safe and healed up.

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"I'm tired," I got out. "I'm tired of leading kids into battle. Leading them to their deaths!"

He looked down. "You won't be alone." He said. "You've got your friends with you to do this." He got this twinkling gleam in eyes that said something like, 'I know something you don't.' The same one Chiron got when he knew something and couldn't tell me. One I hated.

"I'm not sure I can do this again." I whispered. "See kids die in front of me. Knowing I didn't do anything to help them, know I couldn't do anything. I can't talk to them normally when I know that they're going to die."

He put a hand to my shoulder. "Everybody will die one day." He said. "Some die earlier than others but everyone will die. And if they die, they'll go to that Elysium of yours. They'll find peace in the afterlife and one day you're going to see them again."

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Thalia was the first to notice me. "Really, Kelp Head?" She said loudly. "You just leave? It's been hours and we sure as hell could have used the extra hand."

I looked away. "I'm sorry." I said quietly, contrasting her loud voice.

She eased at seeing my expression. "How is she?" She asked more kindly.

"I don't know." I admitted.

She raised an eyebrow. "You've been up there for two hours. What do you mean you don't know?"

I ignored the question. "What can I help with?"

She glared at me and Nico answered. "Nothing now."

I nodded and soon frowned. The whole great hall had fallen silent, Thalia had both eyebrows raised and she was staring at the entrance of the big room. Curious as to what had caused for it all to quieten down I turned around. I was rendered speechless if you can say that.

Six demigods stood there like it was the most causal place to be, not like it was the entrance to the improvised infirmary. I stared at them with an amused expression.

"Finally decided to come and help?" I asked causally.

Jason laughed. "Oh, Percy." He said in mock joke. "Hecate gives you one mission and you turn it into a war." He shook his head.

"All this," I say as I point around. "Is proof that the fates have decided to use my life as their own entertainment."

"Enough chitchat." Clarisse said. "There's a war going on."

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"Let me down." Percy croaked.

"Calm down." Jason retorted.

Percy let out a nervous laugh. "You're having me be in the air. Complete opposite of me calming down. Believe me, if you want me to calm down we have to be on the ground. Put me down." He snarled at the end.

The wizards were looking at the pair in the air with awe. The dude could fly, how awesome was that. But they were also scared from the little fight that had raged out minutes before.

"Make me." Jason challenged, he knew he was risking it.

Percy up his hand in his pocket and took out Riptide. He put his fingers in a way that it'd be easy for him to take the cap off and positioned it so that if it did spring to life it would hit Jason.

"Put me down." He snarled at Jason.

"What's gotten into you, man?" Jason asked frustrated as he started to leave the great hall.

Percy's arm shook a little. "A lot of pressure you know?" He asked mockingly. "Evil dudes always telling me to either join them or watch my friends die. Leading kids into a battle knowing it'll be the last for some. You know, the usual thing a kid my age goes through. Put me down."

"Oh, I see." Jason said as he exited the castle. A few wizards and the rest of the demigods following them on the ground. "Your average everyday life."

Percy was getting impatient, his pen was back in his pocket. "Put me down!" He growled.

"Percy-"

"Just let me go!" He said, raising his voice.

They were now hovering over the lake, away from the school grounds and had already passed the improvised hunter camp.

"As you wish." Jason said as he knew full well that the lake was beneath them. He let go of Percy and commanded the winds to stop supporting him.

The son of Poseidon's expression was one he would have laughed at if the anger wasn't directed at him. They were hundred feet in the air and the son of the sea god pummelled to the lake far below.

The wizards stopped walking when they saw the shape that was their temporary leader plummet to the ground after his so called friend dropped him. The demigods hurried their pace instead.

Percy let out yell of frustration before willing the waters to give him a soft landing. He got in a diving position and fell in the water.

Jason descended and landed on the lake bank where he knew the son of Poseidon was possibly going to resurface at. His demigod friends joined him at waiting for the demigod of the sea.

"What the bloody hell?" Ron asked. "You killed him."

Thalia broke through the wizards. "No he didn't." She told Ron before turning to her brother. "But what the Hades. Why'd you drop your cousin in the lake, Jay?"

Jason looked at the lake, getting ready for when Percy would come back out. "He's in stress."

"So you thought of making him fly." She said. "And then dropping him in his domain after a hundred feet fall?"

Jason shrugged. "Pretty much-"

Percy climbed out of the lake. "Not smart man." He said, his clothes dripping wet. "Not smart at all." He was an inch from Jason and he gave the Roman a left jab before kicking him in the chest, making him fly backwards a few feet, still near the lake but not yet falling inside.

The water started swirling along Percy's emotions. He was angry, sad, depressed, confused, and many other things which old made him more angry and wanting to lash out at anyone who dared cross him. In this case it was the son of Jupiter.

Jason jumped back to his feet and brandished his imperial gold sword. "Fight me like a warrior, Percy." He said. "Not like child."

"Well," he said. "I am a child in case you forgot." He kept on walking towards the son of Jupiter. "Plus, I'd fear for your life if we fought like warriors."

Jason chuckled. "My life, are you sure you don't fear for your own?"

Percy grinned and he felt like he was on the slight brink of insanity. Which would make sense after all the stress he had been going through during the past months. "Please." He said. "I'll remind you I've defeated the war god himself when I was twelve and with next to no experience." He took out Riptide and got ready to uncap it. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Are you sure you don't?" Jason asked. "The fire in your eyes says otherwise."

Something in Percy's eyes flashed. "If you continue to mock me then I will want to." He warned. "Just back off and let me be."

"And risk you hurting others?" Jason asked. "I think not." He got in a fighting stance with his gladius in front of him. "Come at me, bro."

Percy uncapped his sword. "Your choice."

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The seven demigods stood in a line with Percy in the middle and a little ahead of the, as the wizards all made a semicircle around them. When the last of the wizard took their place amongst their classmates Percy started again.

"So," he said. "This is going to be different from what I've done so far because we've got more variation in weapons and more people who can help you- what is it Hermione?"

"All of them are as good as you and the others?" She asked with a little suspicion in her voice.

Percy chuckled and nodded. "If the little show Jason and I had the other day wasn't enough to prove it... there's something that might. Guys, little display of your power, please!" He said, turning around to face his friends.

Clarisse stepped up first brandishing her spear. "Don't ask me to show my power, Prissy." She snarled. "Unless you want a broken neck."

Percy raised his hands. "No need, and please, stop with the nickname."

She smirked. "In your dreams."

Frank stepped forward and as he did so his leg became way hairier and then he grew claws and his size reduced small so that he was as big as a dog, because in fact he was a dog, a husky to be precise. It didn't last seconds that he was back in his human form much to the wizard's astonishment.

Hazel raised her hands and a bunch of precious gems erupted from the ground and sprayed upwards, until they hit the ground again and sunk down back into the earth.

Nico didn't even move and Piper simply stepped forward and spoke: "don't judge my looks or anything else about me or my friends." She said with a lot of charmspeak. "Or you'll find yourself doing very embarrassing things."

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"Well finally," Thalia said as she shouldered her quiver.

"Shut up," he said dismissively, "I'm not in the mood."

Clarissa snorted beside them, "no ones in the mood, Prissy."

He ignored her and instead gathered everyone's attention and in less than five seconds everyone was listening and quiet.

"I have a plan–" he started before he got interrupted.

"We're all dead," Thalia muttered immediately, "every time you make the plans, we ended up in sticky situations."

"Well we don't have our strategist do we?" He asked, rather bluntly.

She pursed her lips before relaxing, "that doesn't change he fact that your plans suck. But no matter, do tell us."

"Okay," he said, "so. I'll be splitting you in groups and you're going to be appointed to one of the demigods. If you decide to join him or her, it's automatic that you have to do everything they say. They say regroup, you regroup, they say to attack, you attack. Am I clear?"

.

He only refocused on the battle when he heard the same person that he was fighting next to yell out to him, "Move!"

Harry got the message a tad too late, he saw one of those huge gods- hounds- no, hellhounds pounding towards him and he just stood there, he didn't raise his sword, moved away, tried to do anything.

He heard a disgruntled grunt from where Percy was standing before said person started to run, his sword falling from his grip so that he was faster.

As Harry managed to take a step towards one of the sides a body collided into his and sent him stumbling away, the impact was followed by a yell of pain, but not his own.

Harry shook his head and focused on where he used to be standing, laying on the ground was Percy, holding his side where blood kept on pouring out as the hellhound who had attacked him stood towering in front of him, his fangs coloured red with blood and it was a moment before Harry realised that it's was blood.

Percy was on his butt and scowling deeply in pain, he didn't have the time to register that he was hurt before something got him in a chokehold so tight that his face became red. He saw Harry from the corner of his eyes try to approach him but he was intercepted by another monster which he had to take down before another monster stopped him.

As Harry fought he saw Percy's attempts to get his attacker off become weaker and weaker before his eyes rolled in their socket and his fight stopped completely.

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"Where the hell is he?" Thalia yelled as she pushed through the doors to the Great Hall.

Nico and Jason were arguing at the head, but got stopped when the hunter entered and demanded where he was.

"Thalia–" Jason started but he was soon pinned against the wall by his own sister.

"Just tell me where he is!" She snarled in his face, "or I swear I'll knock you into next week! And you know my threats aren't empty."

"Thalia," Hazel said gently, "let your brother go."

"Oh, just shut up already!" She said as she turned to her.

She suddenly found a Stygian Iron sword at her throat, "you take that back! Right now!"

"Why, is older brother getting triggered?" She mocked.

"Shut up!" Nico hissed, "just shut the Hades up!"

"And why should I?" She asked, "you don't control me, Neeks. I'm not dead."

He snarled before he brought his sword crashing down on her, she rolled out of the way and as she did so drew her bow and notched an arrow. "Too slow," she commented before she let the arrow fly.

He dodged it before he brought his sword down again, this time finding a spear to intercept it, Nico looked up to see another hunter, Phoebe, standing over her lieutenant.

"Back off, boy!" She hissed.

Nico kicked her in the stomach and sent her stumbling back before he spread his arms and cracks opened on the floor, five undead skeletons crawling out to aid him.

"Always hiding behind your little friends, are you?" Thalia mocked, "why don't you fight like a man?"

"Just shut up," he told her, "this doesn't have to get messier than it already is."

"You started it!" She accused.

"So childish," he commented.

"With your threats."

"You're the one that started maltreating my sister!"

"You're the one that–" she was interrupted by a faint voice, yet everyone heard it.

"Where is he?"

Thalia's eyes widened as she recognised the voice and remembered the reason of her anger in the first place. She made to move forward but was intercepted by Jason who held her back as Piper walked to the daughter of Athena with a sad smile on her face, all the present wizards –who were being treated by Will and their friends– looked at the scene unfold.

"How are you Annabeth?" Piper asked with charm-speak, making the strategist focus on that question for the moment.

Annabeth didn't fall for it, "I'm well– Piper please don't," she said as she started to connect some dots in her head, "tell me where he is."

Piper but her lip and Annabeth broke for the first time in her whole life, "no!" She said, "no."

"He's not dead," Nico said helpfully."

The daughter of Athena's knees buckled and Piper caught her in her arms, Thalia running to her sister's aid in less than a second.

"Annabeth?" She called and Annabeth fell into her arms as Piper let go.

She helped her to her feet and she walked her outside of the great hall where there were less ears.

"He's left again!" Annabeth said, holding her side where the arrow had pierced. "He's gone! Again!"

"He's going to be okay," Thalia reassured, but she didn't know anymore wether she was reassuring herself or Annabeth. "He's strong, he's going to come back, he always does."

They sat down against a wall as Annabeth let her tears fall, leaning on Thalia's shoulder as the immortal hunter hugged her. "I can't lose him," she mumbled.

"I know," Thalia responded, "Gods, Annabeth I know."

"What happened?" She asked, "where is he?"

"I just heard it," Thalia said, "he got in between a monster and Ha– a wizard, he got hurt, ty took that as their advantage."

"Who?" Annabeth sobbed, "who?"

Thalia thinned her lip and scowled, "Harry," she said slowly.

"I'm going to–"

"You're not going to do anything," Thalia said, "except rest."

"Thalia, they took him," Annabeth cried, "they took him from me again. I can't go on without him."

"I never understood love," Thalia mumbled, "until I saw you two. Two souls that serve as half of a whole."

"Please, I need him."

Thalia hugged her friend tighter, "I know," Thalia mumbled, "I know, and we're going to get him back but we have to think rationally. As much as I hate my brother's decision, he's right. We can't just barge in their camp and demand him back. That's suicide."

"I'd do anything–"

"Would he be pleased?"

"I don't care! As long as he's fine, I don't care about the rest."

"Annabeth don't let your feeling cloud your mind. We all want to save him –he's my brother– brother but we have to think this through. I already told you, we can't think irrationally."

"He could die–"

"He won't," Thalia assured, "and if he does then we'll demand from Hades to bring him back. He won't die, I swear that to you, not on my watch, even if it's the last thing I do."

"Can we help him now?"

Thalia kissed her forehead, "of course, as soon as you're ready."

.

"I can track him without problem already," Nico said, "I can shadow travel myself where his life form is–"

"You know where he is?" Annabeth asked him.

He hesitantly nodded, "not precisely, but I do have a solid grip on his soul. You give me half an hour and I could easily come back with the exact location of where he is."

"How come you didn't already do it?"

"They didn't allow me," he answered.

"It's dangerous!" Jason said, "you're not actually thinking about just letting him go without a plan."

Annabeth didn't respond and his eyes widened, "what if he gets caught himself? If they can take down Percy–"

"I can keep to the shadows!" Nico said, "unlike Percy, I've got a hiding place anywhere I go and it's dark out anyways."

"But–"

"He's going," Annabeth said with a grin.

"Annabeth," Hazel said, "I get it, it's Percy that's missing but let's think this through–"

"There's no need to think it through," Annabeth said, "Nico is going, and I'm going with him."

Thalia beamed, "that's the Annabeth I like."

.

"How nice," Voldemort said as he put two fingers under Percy's chin to make the demigod look at him.

But Percy didn't flinch, although Nico saw Annabeth flinch from beside him.

"I had given you a choice," Voldemort said, and Nico had to remember he was the bad guy, because his voice carried out gently across the night, too gently. "But you ended up choosing wrongly."

Percy turned his head away, in an act of defiance, which only earned him a slap to face from the old wizard.

"Soon," Voldemort said. "Soon, you'll be bowing to me."

Percy let out a laugh. "Bow? To you?" he asked disgusted. "I don't bow to gods, why on earth would I bow to you?"

Tom chuckled maniacally, like he usually did when he found something amusing. "Oh, you have no idea," he said. "Aren't you wondering why the rope is irritating your skin, why it feels like acid on your skin?"

Nico had been and he could see that Percy had too.

The old wizard continued to chuckle. "I'm sure you remember your old foe, the one from your previous war. What was his name again... oh yes! Polybotes."

Nico's eyes widened but he didn't jump to conclusions.

"He's helping you?" Percy asked, a little speck of fear was heard in his voice.

Now Voldemort grinned like a madman. "Oh, you have no idea..." he repeated. "His touch turns water to poison, have you ever wondered what it would do to you?"

"No need to wonder," Percy said stubbornly. "I've felt it."

The son of Hades heard Annabeth's silent gasp, apparently she didn't know.

"Well," Voldemort continued. "These binds have been soaked in poisoned water just for you. Making it twice as uncomfortable."

"What do you want?" Percy asked, ignoring Voldemort's last statement.

"You know exactly what I want," Tom said.

"Well then it's faster to kill me," Percy said. "Because I'm never, ever going to betray my family. Not for you, not for anyone."

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A fiery hot ball of gas, crashing into the enemy in front of him and setting the grass ablaze before Percy waved his hand and a small wave distinguished it.

"Hey, man," someone, who Percy would have never dreamed of hearing again said. "Why'd you ruin that? It was awesome!"

Percy's eyes widened and when he saw the bronze dragon coming in for landing he wanted to cry out, kill the guy riding it, slap him, stab him, trample him and the probably hug him to death.

For some goddam reason everyone had stopped fighting, even the monsters. Everyone watched as the metallic dragon came or landing and the two figures riding it hopped off.

"You know," Leo said with a grin. "This is the best welcome back ever, you know. Everyone stops fighting. I mean, I know I'm hot and all, but come on guys. You're pushing it."

Jason pushed through the wizards. "Shut up," he said but his eyes betrayed him. "I'm killing you when this is over."

Leo grinned and winked at Jason and then set himself ablaze.

With renewed energy and new hope the demigods and wizards raised their weapons and attacked the enemy all over again.

The son of Hephaestus didn't have time to even step into the huge castle when he felt a curled fist onto his jaw and it sent him spiralling against a wall. When his eyes opened again he saw another fist coming down and –god help him for the consequence– set his head on fire, resulting for the one trying to land a punch on him, to yelp in pain and retreat visibly. He was mildly aware of the shrieks of terror coming from nearby wizards but, lets be honest, all he cared about at the moment were his friends, which he hadn't seen in months.

Screw the scared wizard.

He let the flames distinguish and then grinned at his friends.

It didn't last for long, someone threw a left hook on his face which totally washed the grin off it. He groaned and held his face as he stood up and put a hand up signalling and asking them to stop punching his face.

"I can explain," he said in a pant as he brought his hand in front of his eyes to see wether he was bleeding. He was not. "Look–"

Someone else, this time from his right, interrupted him by punching him, again, this time on the shoulder.

"Ten months!" Jason growled as he hit him. "Ten months in which I was sure you were dead!"

The son of Hephaestus couldn't blame him, although it did hurt as the son of Jupiter landed a few more punches before embracing his best friend in a bear hug. "Don't you ever do that again."

Leo had never thought he'd be this missed, that this'd be the reaction he'd get from his friends, heck he wasn't even sure he'd be missed, not after all the trouble he caused during the quest to defeat Gaea. He was surprised to see he had been, in fact, missed a lot.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Sorry, doesn't cut it," Percy said, he stood with clenched fists, Annabeth holding him back with a hand to his chest. "You made us believe you were dead for ten months. What Jason did is only the first few of many punches you'll be finding coming your way."

Leo cringed. "Nice to know I was missed."

"How stupid," Piper said as he approached him with open arms. Leo embraced his step-sister(?) and patted her back. "I missed you, Repair Boy."

"Missed you too, Pipes," he told.

As they pulled apart she gave him a smile which Leo knew could only mean bad business. "I'll give you my treat later."

Leo gulped and let himself be punched by the next in line, Hazel, before being embraced by the same daughter of Pluto. "I swear, if you make me do something like that again, I'm personally sending you to my father."

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"Annabeth, please," he said. "He's my friend, and Sirius– he's a good man, I can't–"

"Leo is going right?" Annabeth asked although she already knew the answer. "Others can accompany him, I'm sure Sirius will be getting out just fine. But Percy, you're not going."

"Annabeth–"

This time he was interrupted by Jason, he stood and clapped his back. "She's right, man," he said. "It's unwise for you to go, please sit this one out. I'll go myself."

Percy wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Please–"

"I saw what they did," Nico said, although it weren't fully true, they had left before they had started. "I'll be helping Annabeth keep you here if I have to. Even knock you out."

"You wouldn't–"

"Try me," the son of Hades challenged.

"This is fun and all," Leo said. "But we said that we'd be there in five, so... whoever's coming, lets go."

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"No," it was Annabeth who denied him. "No, he can't go. And he won't go."

"Annabeth–"

She cut him off again. "No," she repeated. "We talked about this already. You're not putting yourself into harm's way again. Not so soon."

"But it's Jason–"

"They can easily take care of themselves," she snapped. "They're just as good."

"But the more there are the–"

"Percy–"

"Ms. Chase," Dumbledore interrupted her. "He'd be right under my protection," he said. "He won't be dying, I promise."

Annabeth looked uncertain. "No," she sounded much less certain. "Please Percy... okay fine! But I'm coming as well."

Percy embraced her. "Thank you, and I wouldn't have it any other way..."

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"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward though the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappear behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place. He heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing– Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear for the other side any second...

But Sirius did not reappear.

"Sirius!" Harry yelled. "Sirius!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius mig be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out...

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry–"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"– it's too late, Harry."

"We can still reach him–" Harry struggled and and viciously, but Lupin would not let go...

"There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing...he's gone."

"He isn't gone!" Harry yelled.

He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight.

"Sirius!" he bellowed. "Sirius!"

"He can't come back, Harry," Lupin said, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back, because he's d–"

"HE-IS-NOT-DEAD!" Harry roared. "Sirius!"

There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that Sirius –who was standing feet from the, behind that old curtain– was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark and eager to re-enter the battle.

Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais. Harry, still staring at the archway, was angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting. But some part of him realised, even as he fought to break free from Lupin, the Sirius had never kept him waiting before... Sirius had risked everything, always, to see Harry, to help him... if Sirius was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back... that he really was...

.

And when the creature within him spoke, it used his mount, so that in all his agony, he also felt his jaw move, "Kill me now, Dumbledore... If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy..."

Let the pain stop, Harry thought in pain... let him kill us...end it, Dumbledore...death is nothing compare to this...And I'll see Sirius again...

As Harry's heart filled with emotions, with love for his late godfather, the creature's coils loosened, like the glue had melted off, the pain was gone, he was lying face down on the floor, his glasses lost somewhere, shivering like he was lying on ice, not wood...

There were voices echoing in the hall, too many voices, the weren't meant to be so many... he opened his eyes, he saw his glasses lying near a very shaken Percy Jackson, who sat there, with his legs tightly closed and holding his injured arm as he tried to not to throw up.

He put on his glasses and raised his head a little to find Dumbledore's face inches from his own.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry replied, shaking so violently he could not hold his head up properly. "Yeah, I'm– where's Voldemort, where– who are all these– what's–"

The Atrium was filled with people and as Dumbledore pulled him to his feet, Harry saw the tiny gold statues of the house-elf and the goblin, leading to a stunned-looking Cornelius Fudge forward.

"He was there!" shouted a man, pointing at a pile of rubble on the other side of the room. "I saw him, Mr. Fudge, I swear it was You-Know-Who, he grabbed a woman and Dis-apparated!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" Fudge gibbered out, he was wearing pyjamas under his cloak and gasping like he had just run miles. "Merlin's beard –here –here! –in the Ministry of Magic! –great heavens above –it doesn't seem possible –my word –how can this be–?"

"If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, making Fudge jump. "You will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Dis-apparation Jinx and waiting your decision as to what to do with them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge gasped beside himself with amazement. "You-here-I-I–" he looked around wildly. "Seize him!"

"Cornelius I am sure that just a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong man for twelve months, and it is time –you listened to sense!"

"I - don't - well–" blustered Fudge looked around, and when nobody told him what to do he said, "Very well– Dawlish! Williamson! Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see... Dumbledore, you–you will need to tell me exactly –the Fountain of Magical Brethren– what happened?" he added in a whimper. "And what is a boy with a sword doing here?"

Percy grinned at him, although his eyes told a different story and as he tried to move, his grin turned into a grimace. "Hi there," he managed before he gave up. "I'm just gonna sit down here, oh and if you see a blonde teen like me, send her up please," he ended with a shaky breath.

Fudge looked from the son of Poseidon to Dumbledore. "You have a lot to–"

"We can discuss that after I have sent Harry back to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, interrupting him.

"Harry– Harry Potter?"

"He– here?" Fudge said, giggling at Harry. "Why– what's this all about?"

"I shall explain everything," Dumbledore repeated, "when Harry is back at school."

He walked to the broken wizard's head laying on the floor and pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Portus."

"Now see here, Dumbledore!" Fudge said, as Dumbledore picked up the head and walked to Harry p carrying it. "You haven't got authorisation for that Portkey! You can't do things like that in front of the Minister for Magic, you– you–" His voice faltered as Dumbledore looked at him over his half-moon spectacles.

"You will give the official order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for my Care of Magical Creatures teacher so that he can return to work. I will give you..." he looked at his watch. "...half an hour of time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school. If you need more help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. Letters addressed to the headmaster will find me."

"I– you–!"

Dumbledore turned his back on him. "Take this portkey, Harry. Perseus?"

Percy flinched. "Yeah, um, could you like, come here...please?" When Dumbledore didn't he flinched and slowly got to his feet, the colour draining from his face even further as he took a tentative step forward, then another. At seeing the odd looks everyone was giving him he grinned at them softly. "Cut me some slack people, he kicked me in the groin!"

There was a collective flinch from the male population amongst the wizards and then Percy has placed his hand on the portkey-head as had Harry.

"I shall see you in half an hour," Dumbledore said quietly. "Perseus, you'll be going starlight to the infirmary, am I understood? One...two...three..."

-.-

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They had arrived in Dumbledore's office. The silence and the stillness broken only by the occasional grunt or snuffle of a sleeping portrait, was unbearable.

It was his fault Sirius had died; it was all his fault. If he, Harry, had not been stupid enough to fall for Voldemortʹs trick, if he had not been so convinced that what he had seen in his dream was real, if he had only opened his mind to the possibility that Voldemort was–

"You know," Percy broke him out of his thoughts, the demigod seemed to have healed from the pain he had caused him, all that was visible now was the purple and distorted wrist. Harry wondered for the bajillionth time how a person so young could hide that much.

"When I was twelve I saw my mother sprinkle into golden glitter right in front of my eyes. That was after my math teacher had turned into a monster and tried to kill me. And it was also because the Minotaur wanted me dead, so he took my mother instead– to hurt me."

Harry didn't understand, he knew as a fact that Percy's mother was alive and well. Living in an apartment in New York, Manhattan, married and possibly pregnant. So why was he saying what he was saying?

"I figured my uncle had taken her– killed her. And I went to very big length to go the underworld... but even as I was there, in front of Hades, he denied me the possibility to get her back, and he sent his army after us– What I'm trying to say, is that I know what it feels like. It gets better."

"It's easy for you to say," Harry said quietly. "She's back isn't she–?"

"My father isn't around! And because I'm his son, I never get to be around my mother," Percy interrupted, sounding angry. "And yes, your parents were killed when you were a baby, but at least they loved you. I know a couple dozen kids that were born because of a mistake a god made, hell, I was a mistake. And yes, you found a father figure and Voldemort killed him, but don't fret about it! Stand back up and avenge him. It's war that's going on between you two, there isn't time to sit down and heal, you haven't got it. Time isn't on your side. You have to stand back up and fight. And eventually it will end. One way or the other."

"You don't get it," Harry said as he slouched down on a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk.

"Really? Then please explain–"

"We're not the same!" Percy seemed to consider this, he didn't have time before Harry spoke again. "I am not strong like you. I can't look Voldemort straight in the eye and talk to him the way you do. I can't bend an element to my will, I am not even physically strong like you are–"

"That shouldn't you stop you," Percy said. "Because I wasn't either. When my mother supposedly died I had less than a week of knowing about this messed up truth before I was off preventing a civil war. I wasn't strong, not physically, not mentally–"

"You're a god!" Harry snapped. "You're a bloody god, I'm only a wizard!"

"I'm not a god–"

"You're as good as!"

Percy looked down for a moment, swallowing down his anger and then said, "Look, we're different, I know that. My father is a Greek god and you're a freaking wizard. I can use my mind to control water, and you can wave a stick around and control basically anything. Our lives sucked since the start, fair deal, a prophecy depended, depends, on us to save our population, and the road is hard. But you were chosen for it, not Ron, not Hermione, not Draco, not Dumbledore, you. And you should feel honoured, even though it sucks. But you can't change it, it's what the fates designed for you and you just have to follow through and hope for the best. Smile, put up a front and fight. Fall and rise back up. Because just you rising up is one more battle you've won. And when you're old, sitting in a rocking chair, your grandchildren will be looking up at you and say, 'that's the man that defeated Voldemort', and you're going to be their hero–"

"But I don't want to be the hero," he said softly.

Percy sighed and smiled sheepishly. "That's what the fates wanted, and that's how it's going to be. Plus, you're already a hero. Even if you die today, you'll always be remembered as a hero, 'the boy who defeated Voldemort at one year of age,'–" he focused on something behind Harry and his eyes widened. "Look, I'm sorry for how all of this sounded, but I gotta go, if Dumbledore comes back and I'm still here he's gonna decapitate me!"

-.-

Once Percy got to the infirmary the sight that met him wasn't one he'd have wanted to see, but he had known it was inevitable. There were still wounded from the fight that had occurred against the monsters not one day ago, and along with that, those that had participated on the quest to 'save Sirius' were there too, along with some members of the Order of the Phoenix.

One thing he was glad for was that Will and Nico were running around, or more like, Will was running around helping the wounded everywhere he could, and Nico was running after Will, and somewhat helped the son of Apollo where he could. In some cases it would look like the son of hades would be looking off to some corner with a piercing glare and mutter a few words, and it usually happened when the patient Will was tending to seemed to be close to the brink of dying.

Piper was at Jason's bed, holding his hand with one of hers and with the other holding an ice pack behind his head where he had hit the wall. Hazel was in a much similar situation with Frank, the two boys having gotten the same treatment. Leo on the other hand was being cleaned up and checked for major injuries by Calypso. The daughter of Ares, who had not participated in any of it, was standing in a corner, her legs and arms crossed and leaning on the wall as she seemed to glare at everyone and everything in the room.

When Percy got inside he was immediately met with a hug, his vision being filled with blonde flocks and his scent with lemon and strawberries, but there was also a sweet stink to it, one which he had learned to love just as much as the good perfume.

When Annabeth broke away she looked at him in the eyes without breaking eye contact. "Are you okay?"

The question took him by surprise. The day had been anything but okay, with him being a captive of the enemy until the morning, having to fight his ass off for the proceeding hour, and then going on a quest against wizards, breaking his wrist and getting kneed in the groin.

"I…- yeah I'm good," he said after two too many seconds.

Her eyebrows knit in concern and she looked down at his hand as she gently lifted it with her own. "How's your wrist? You need to have Will see this–" She hadn't even finished talking that she began pulling him towards the son of Apollo by his good hand.

"Annabeth, chill," he said as he followed without restraint, but she kept going a bit too fast.

He understood something wasn't right. He pulled on the arm she was pulling him from which made her stop and in that moment he grabbed her arm with his good hand and pulled her close to him and with the help of his injured arm he held her close to him and looked down at her, his nose scraping her facial skin.

"It's okay," he said smoothly. "We're okay."

When she looked back up, he could see the tears brimming and on the edge of getting out of her eyes. He grabbed her head and pushed it in the crook of his neck as they started to fall and seep out of her eyes. And as they did he ran his hand through her hair soothingly to calm her down.

"You could have died," she whispered through her tears.

He nodded his head, agreeing with her. "But I didn't, and now we're okay. I ain't going anywhere."

He felt her fingers claw at his shoulder and tighten around his waist. "You better not," she whispered. "Or next time I'm going to kill you."

A smile spread on his lips. Same old Annabeth.

-.-

"I told you, I can do this on my own!" Nico hissed as he wrapped a bandage around an oddly shaped arm of a Slytherin student.

The son of Apollo rolled his eyes. "Then how come you've already used half of it and still didn't cover the wound?"

He moved to help him, standing behind and slithering his arms around his Nico's waist as he grabbed the son of Hades's hands and showed him how to do it.

Nico swore loudly. "I'm not a baby, Solace," he said indignantly. "And I've bandaged my own wounds before. Don't need you to help me." He tried to push the son of Apollo away by bucking with his butt. But Will didn't budge, only grinned as he unrolled the bandage from the poor Slytherin student witnessing their argument.

"My point still stands," the son of Apollo said as he started wrapping the bandage around the wizard's arm. "Half of the bandage was on but yet nowhere the wound. Don't teach me how to do my job, grand–"

Nico twisted around in a swift movement and faced Will, their faces inches apart. "Don't you dare call me that," he snarled up at the son of Apollo.

Will was visibly blushing, as was Nico for the matter. Will quickly pecked Nico on the lips before the son of Hades moved away and out of his not-intentional-embrace, his face as red as a tomato.

The son of Apollo chuckled as he started bandaging the arm of a now very awkward Slytherin wizard. But his chuckles were short lived as Nico punched his arm, which caused him to bump his hands against the wound, and hurt the wizard.

"Nico," Will hissed, but there was no real anger in the name.

The son of Hades grinned at him before he waved his hand and turned his back on him and made to walk away.

"Hey," Will said indignantly. "Where do you think you're going? Come back."

All Will could see were the rising and falling of Nico's shoulders as the older demigod silently laughed as he walked away.

The son of Apollo glared at the black aviator jacket covering his boyfriend's back and then turned back to the wizard, who if it were possible looked even more awkward than he had moments before. Will grinned sheepishly, showing his beautiful smile and scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry about that," he said. "I'll fix your arm now. Don't worry."

But if that's how the healer acted with his friend –or had it been a boyfriend– then the wizard was prone to worrying. In fact, that's what he did. He worried.

-.-

Nico didn't know where he was going until he saw the lake shimmering in first if him, and a few paces to the left, two teenagers dressed in oranges t-shirts had their arms wrapped around each other, and Nico knew it before he heard it, that at least one of them was shedding silent tears for what the last few days had taken out of them.

Months ago he might have been jealous, heck he'd have gone through Tartarus, to be the one he was holding, because his crush on his 'hero' was something he'd harboured for so long and there was so much hate in it as well…

But after having met the son of Apollo…

It wasn't jealously he felt now, it was sympathy and happiness for the both of them. Because they deserved each other so much he wouldgo through hell and back to make sure they remained as they were, because one without the other was nothing but a hollow shell, he'd seen proof of that in the months in which he'd been missing and she'd been wrecked. He'd seen that in the days where she'd been in a coma and he'd been the wrecked one. And he'd seen it again when he was the one missing once again, and she'd been the wrecked one, once again.

And as he saw them there, their arms slithered around each other's waist, their heads on each other's shoulders and head, he wasn't jealous anymore. He knew they were meant for each other. And even if they weren't, they were a good pair.

As much as he envied the sort of relationship they shared, he hoped behind reason that he and Will wouldn't have to go through the hardships life had taken them…

So without making a sound, without alerting the two demigods sitting by the lake, he turned on himself and returned to the infirmary, where his amazing boyfriend would probably be planning ow to kill him or make him pay at this very moment.

-.-

Piper was going to make this one go for a long time…

The first time, she'd understood, they were in the middle of their 'enemy's' camp, surrounded by angry Romans and the demigods had resisted to using bricks as weapons. They had the point for creativity in there. So Jason had been half mocked out half not once a brick hit his head, and she hadn't laughed, no she could have broken down but she hadn't, instead she helped him back to health.

Then the second time, –or was that the third time?– he'd been knocked out once Percy and pushed him that hard, that he collided with a rock and obviously went unconscious. The situation had been scary, and she hadn't laughed then either, instead in the heat of the moment she had actually ordered the black stallion to knock Percy out by giving him a good hit on the head as well. But she didn't hold it against the son of Poseidon, it hadn't been his fault.

The third time –or had that been the second?– he'd been hit by a brick, again. She knew it was mean, but silently and *cough* discretely *cough*, she and Percy had made fun of it. But it had quickly died down.

When this time, they returned from this one quest, and Jason was holding an ice pack on his hand and looked ready to sleep for a month, she had burst out laughing as she had embraced him.

So no, she wasn't letting this one go for a very long time, she'd wait until he'd heal completely before starting to mock him at every turn, and she knew without doubt that the son of Poseidon would back her up through it all. Although even for him, she wouldn't forget what Harry had managed to do to him, the way he had managed to get out of his grip.

As she looked at Jason sleeping in the infirmary cot, her hand holding the ice pack to the back of his head, she couldn't help but let a small giggle through.

-.-

Days passed, which stretched into weeks, which almost stretched into a month, as they helped rebuild Hobwarts up, bring back the humour and the life that had been extinguished, or at least, they tried to. But so many of the wizards had seen people fall in that battle, they had seen their friends, brothers and sisters fall. And although the casualty toll wasn't high, it was still a new and horrible experience for all of them.

And without thinking about the battle they had fought on he school's grounds, there had also come up the fear and impending doom the return of Voldemort brought and meant, because now that even Fudge -who had been sacked- had agreed that the Dark Lord was back, there was nothing to avoid the truth, everyone in the wizarding world knew that Voldemort, he who shall not be named, was indeed back.

But a least Hogwarts had started functioning again, and too soon, the fifth years would be taking their owl tests, which they all found very unfair, given the circumstances, but the teachers had all agreed that they should take them, and that grades would be handed out more easily and kindly because of the circumstances.

The demigods would all leave before that happened, they would bid farewell to Hogwarts and return to their own country, return home. Even the four original demigods would, all of them. But not before they left behind various methods of communication to the wizards, so that if indeed, the wizards ever needed their help, they'd try their best to be there for them.

-.-

"It's been a great pleasure knowing you," Hermione said as she embraced Annabeth. "I don't think I'll ever find someone as clever as you in this school."

Annabeth smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll do, and promise you'll do good in the OWL tests."

"Of course, obviously."

That was one of many goodbyes the demigods went through, they had started by officially saying they'd leave to the whole school, to which they had needed up clapping and whistling. Then the four Gryffindor-demigods had said goodbye to all of their room mates and individual people in the lion house. Ending it with the trio they had been sent her to protect in he first place.

The seven demigods that had come as extra aid were already waiting outside, ready to leap though shadows, whilst the four said their last goodbyes. Or more like, Annabeth and Percy said their goodbyes, Thalia and Nico glaring at anyone and no one in particular.

-.-

"It's been a good time, knowing you," Percy said as he grabbed Harry's forearm in a farewell sign, the wizard grabbing back.

"It's a mutual feeling," Harry responded, and Percy could see some of the extinguished flame light in his eyes again. "And I guess I'm sorry for kneeing you down there."

Percy laughed and it was so genuine that it brought a smile to Harry's lips as well. "Ah it's okay," he said like it was no biggie. "But next time I'll flay you alive."

The smile on his face turned to a grimace in no time, knowing that the demigod in front of him was more than capable of doing just that.

The demigod pulled back, if only because it was becoming awkward. "We left a stash of drachmas in the dormitory," he informed the wizard. "If you ever need help, give us a call. You know how it's done, right?"

Harry nodded his head, although a thousand questions were roaring in his mind, begging him to ask the demigod in front of him for all of his doubts on whether and Iris-Message would actually work for wizards. It had never been tried. "Rainbow and coin, right?" Nod.

"Then say who you wanna talk to, if you can the place they're at," Percy added. "And always thank her. It's a busy job."

Harry frowned in confusion but Percy didn't offer any explanation to that.

And that was that.

The four demigods who had once entered this castle as protectors, exited it —for possibly the last time— as friends and much more. They reunited with the other eight demigods and in one quick motion, Nico and Hazel had them travelling halfway across the world.

-.-

"Things are going to be weird now, aren't they?" Hermione voiced out as she saw the shadows engulfing them. "Knowing about this…mythological world. Not having them around…"

Ron shrugged. "As much fun as they were," he said. "They gave me the creeps. Especially the Nico dude. And Thalia as well. Man she's scary."

"We're in a war," Harry said, ignoring what Hermione and Ron were talking about. "Voldemort is back. And then whole world knows it. There is going to be a war."

"Blimey Harry," Ron said. "Take it easy. Let's not think about that yet. Let's just…focus on the fact that even after everything that's happened we've still got to do our OWLs, and that we can still fail and that—"

But Harry wasn't listening and Hermione softly said, "I think he gets it, Ron. But, we need to think about that too…"

"Not one year," Ron muttered as they started walking through the corridors back towards the Gryffindor common room. "Not one."

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A/N

I had absolutely no idea how to wrap things up. Absolutely none. So, apologies if this was not the way you imagined it, but, to my defense -can I even say it's to my defense?- this was over 18,000 words, so lord save me...

Now I gotta thank each and everyone one you that has read to this point, fan or hater, or whatever it is you are. Because let's be real, if none of you would have chosen to pick this and read it, review on it, and follow it. I would have never updated another chapter, it would have probably been taken down very quickly. But, after every chapter I wrote, there was always someone more that was willing to read it, someone else that had taken up their time to both read it and comment on it. Helping me out and pointing out mistakes in a kind and helpful way.

There was this one hater, who curse him/her, ruined that day, but they taught me how to receive hate and respond to it, so idk if you're reading this, thank you, to you too. XD.

I think, and if you've read this whole 'chapter' I'm sure you've noticed as well, that one year may have passed, but my writing improved, a lot. And maybe that's also because when I first uploaded that first silly chapter it had been the first time for me to do so, and that it was the first time I had actually thought that maybe, just maybe it wouldn't hurt to share my writing and see how it was received. And from that first chapter, came another, and then another story, bcs it was like a drug, the waking up, checking on this website and immediately getting a ridiculous grin on my face. Every single damn day.

So thank you, for making those school days a little brighter in the morning.

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AAh, I feel accomplished. I never, ever thought I'd actually be able to finish this up. Because I never do. Every story, in my head or otherwise never ends. But this one, this one did end. And the feeling is a good one, knowing that the first story I published on this, I managed to finish.

So, it is without further ado, that I declare this story finished.

See ya on my other ones.

Hunter out