A Harry Potter fic.

United We Stand

by: bubble drizzles and Mrs. NandaBlack

Disclaimer: We don't own anything.

Chapter 1: The Beginning of it All?

Harry Potter

Hogwarts

Harry was lying facedown on the ground again. The smell of the forest filled his nostrils. He could feel the cold hard ground beneath his cheek, and the hinge of his glasses which had been knocked sideways by the fall cutting into his temple. Every inch of him ached, and the place where Killing Curse had hit him felt like the bruise of an iron-clad punch. He did not stir, but remained exactly where he had fallen, with his left arm bent out at an awkward angle and his mouth gaping.

He had expected to hear cheer of triumph and jubilation at his death, but instead hurried footsteps, whispers, and solicitous murmurs filled the air. Desperate to see what was happening and why, Harry opened his eyes by a milimeter.

Voldemort seemed to be getting to his feet. Various Death Eaters were hurrying away from him, returning to the crowd lining the clearing. Bellatrix alone remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort. Harry closed his eyes again and considered what he had seen. The Death Eaters have been buddled around Voldemort, who seem to have fallen to the ground.

"My Lord, let me -"

"I do not require assistance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand. "The boy . . . Is he dead?"

There was a complete silence in the clearing. Nobody approached Harry, but he felt their concentraded gaze; it seemed to press him harder into the ground, and he was terrified a finger or an eyelid might twitch.

"You," said Voldemort, and there was a bang and a small shriek of pain. "Examine him. Tell me whether he is dead."

Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her pounding of life against his ribs.

"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"

The whisper was barely audible, only Harry heard it.

"Yes," he breathed back.

"He is dead!" Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.

And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids, Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration. Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew that the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won.

"Now," said Voldemort, "we go to the castle, and show them what has become of their hero. Who shall drag the body? No- Wait-"

There was a fresh outbreak of laughter, and after a few moments Harry felt the ground trembling beneath him.

"You carry him," Voldemort said. "He will be nice and visible in your arms, will he not? Pick up your little friend, Hagrid. And the glasses - put on the glasses - he must be recognizable - "

Someone slammed Harry's glasses back onto his face with deliberate force, but the enormous hands that lifted him into the air were exceedingly gentle. Harry could feel Hagrid's arms trembling with the force of his heaving sobs; great tears splashed down upon him as Hagrid cradled Harry in his arms, and Harry did not dare, by movement or word, to intimate to Hagrid that all was not, yet, lost.

Hagrid walked through the forest, sobbing blindly, and nobody looked to see whether a pulse beat in the exposed neck of Harry Potter. . . .

Arriving at Hogwarts, Voldemort's cold voice entered the minds of all:

"Harry Potter is dead."

A big parte of those who had survived were gathered there, all looking towards the same place: a motionless Harry. It all happened too fast: Desperate cries of "No, Harry, no!" were heard. Harry opened his eyes a little and at that exact moment, saw Ron and Hermione take a step forward; the two people he needed to find. In a sudden jump from Hagrid's arms, Harry ran to his friends, grabbed both by the hands and disappeared. The last thing he saw and heard was Voldemort's piercing yell:

"No, Harry Potter! You will not escape!" and also vanishing. Where? No one knew.

Percy Jackson

Camp Half-Blood

Percy Jackson had just gotten out of the ocean, everyone in Camp Half-Blood was waiting for his arrival. Silena Beauregard pushed throught the crowd.

"Where's Charlie?" she demanded, looking around like he might be hiding.

"Silena- I'm sorry- he didn't make it," Percy said, lowering his head, a gesture that was followed by all. Silence prevailed. Until, suddenly, a loud noise was heard and 3 teenagers materialized. The boy with glasses was immediately hugged by the girl with thick hair and a redheaded boy,

"Oh Harry," the girl said, "I thought you had actually died!"

All the half-bloods looked on without understanding a thing, until the dark-haired boy with glasses looked around and asked,

"Where are we?"

"You're in Camp Half-Blood," Percy answered.

A/N: Hey! How was it? We were aiming for a bigger chapter but it ended up being shorttt. Sorry bout that, hehe. We used some excerpts from the books, and changed others a bit to fit the story, but we don't own any of the parts we took from the book. Again, we don't own them.

We have a bit of a problem. MrsNandaBlack is going on vacation Friday and she's going to be out of town for a month and a half. In the beginning of January, I'm going to move to another city. You see, it'll be kind of difficult to make the chapters now, cause we'll be far apart. No worries, we won't cancel, we just won't update as much or as fast.

~ bubble drizzles