Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the Percy Jackson series. I am not making any money off of this, this is merely a fanfiction.

A/N: I can just feel your hate laden glares boring into my back. I should have updated, and it should be spectacular, but instead, you just have to deal with this pitiful interlude-type-thing….Heheehehee. Please forgive!

Part 10

Fred Weasley felt a wave of pride as he glanced over the motley collection of students gathered in front of him. They were fifteen students in total-all the seventh years, five sixth years, and two fifth years as well as himself. The Gryffindors had abandoned their cloaks of scarlet and gold, and instead draped themselves with black shirt and pants provided by one Dean Thomas. All of them had on hard expressions as they hid in the half light of the empty corridor, muscles tensed in anticipating the fight about to be had.

They were in the dungeons; two turns away from where the staff of Hogwarts were kept-right were the interlacing potent wards put up by the dark lord began. Turning his head to one side, Fred caught Dean's eye.

"Any ideas?" He mouthed, careful of the death eater only a few yards ahead. Dean's eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"Distraction?" He mouthed back, questioningly. Fred nodded-as the record holder for the most detentions in the history of their career at Hogwarts; he was extremely well prepared for this. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out what appeared to be a smooth grey ball, made of clay. It's shiny surface flashed with runes, appearing and disappearing spontaneously. He felt the students around him edge back, readying themselves for another possible explosion. Fred grinned, and cocked his arm back, about to throw, just as a streak or light whirled down the corridor in front of them.

Gesturing for the rest of his crew to stay down, Fred crouched, listening as to sounds in the next room. Bangs and grunts echoed, followed by thuds, as if a body had fallen. In a few seconds, it was all over. Straightening, Fred considered. He could order a retreat, or-

He charged into the corridor where the sounds had emanated from, only to gasp in surprise when he saw the figure there. A girl, about Ginny's age, dressed in a silver parka, holding a likewise silver bow. Her dark hair was tied in a braid flowing casually down her left shoulder, a silver circlet threaded through on the crown of her head. She stared evenly up at him, blue eyes stormy. Behind her, the shadows moved as more girls dressed like her appeared, bows in hand.

"Whoa…" Fred heard a gasp behind him, turning to find the other Gryffindors sliding next to him. Fred crossed his arms, feeling a smile on his lips,

"So, who are you?"

The girl ignored, before turning, and tossing out a few words in some mangled tongue to another girl behind her, who nodded, before disappearing into the shadow again. Blue-eyes turned back to him, before shrugging off the parka, dropping it to the floor, where it vanished. Underneath, she was wearing a peculiar looking Death to Barbie t-shirt, with a gruesome looking doll on it-whoever Barbie was. On her pale arms, she wore a shiny silver charm bracelet. She looked back up at Fred.

"We're the Hunters. Immortal handmaidens of Artemis." She blinked at him. "You may know about how the gods live among us?"

Fred felt his stomach twist. Were they also-

"Are you with him too? With Percy, with the dark lord?" From beside him, Dean spoke wearily. Blue-eyes shook her head.

"The Hunters of Artemis agree with Chiron and the gods on the matter of rounding up Lord Poseidon's rogue children. Per-the traitor, and his brother are to be apprehended at all costs." Blue-eyes looked pained as she said this, and for a brief moment, Fred felt jealousy in his gut. He brushed it aside.

"So, you are here to help us?" He demanded. She cocked her head at him, before giving him a smirk.

"We're here on behalf of Chiron, to free a certain Albus Dumbledore and his compatriots."

Fred gulped.

"Why that's exactly what we were going to do as well! Pleasure to meet you-my name's Fred Weasley." Blue-eyes didn't take his hand.

"I'm Thalia, daughter of Zeus." Then, she turned away and barked out another command. "Hurry, the Lady Artemis has just created a portal to allow us passage to the holding cells. Step through here." She gestured to a particularly black looking shadow on the wall of the corridor, before stepping through. Fred coughed, looking back to the rest of the Gryffindors still behind him, and muttered,

"Well, might as well head on then."

The rather large assembly, now consisting of both Gryffindor and Hunters landed with a soft thump on the black, tiled floor. They were in a small stone room, torches on brackets on either side of the wall. As Thalia stepped through the door, they came face to face with two alarmed death eaters, who raised their wands.

Snick.

Twin silver arrows sprang from their chests as they fell to the floor. The group shuffled down the narrow corridor. Passing a few empty cells, Fred shuddered to think what occupied them, what with all traces of slime. Finally, they came up a locked iron door. Stepping forward, Fred whispered, holding his wand out, until the door swung open, revealing a dim interior. A dark figure moved at the back of the room.

"Lumos," voices behind him murmured, and the cell was lit up. Fred gasped. It was the staff of Hogwarts, chained to the barren wall. They were unmoving, yet no one looked injured. To his surprise, a thin layer of cobwebs covered every one of their bodies, looking gooey and disturbing. Thalia and the Hunters rushed forward, knives in hand, springing open shackles.

"In a moment we will be able to access the portal again. I presume you'll be joining us?" Thalia muttered as she brushed aside a few cobwebs. Fred hesitated.

"Where are you-" Suddenly, the door burst open in a flood of light, revealing the hulking figure of Fenir Greyback. The throat convulsed, and he chuckled.

"Well, well, well….what do we have-" Ignoring his instincts, Fred threw the silver ball in the werewolf's face, stepping back as it exploded, and then imploded, taking the death eater with it. Turning back to the group, he caught Thalia's surprised blink.

In moments all of the Order were freed, and the campers, with unnatural strength, had hoisted them onto their backs. A black shadow expanded at the side of the cell, and stepping forward with his Gryffindors behind him, Fred asked again.

"So where to?"

Thalia looked up, a strange look on her face.

"Camp Half-Blood."

End Part 10

BOOOOO. That was a sad, sad, sad piece of work. I am just crying out for redemption. Update during the summer? Thanks for sticking with me!