Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

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The gods have Percy and Nico help the world that is unknown to demigods. The Wizarding World. Percy is changed into his fifteen year old self so he can fit in, and him and Nico are sent to help stop the war against Voldemort before it even starts.

(This takes place after the Giant War and during Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts. You really shouldn't read this if you don't like Percico.)

(Also, I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, this is my only disclaimer)

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47. Chapter Forty Seven

Percy's POV

 

I don't know what that mode of travel was called, but it was far worse than shadow traveling.

We crashed to the ground with no chance of ending on our feet and Nico landed on top of me. The trophy was thrown from our grip, landing about twenty feet away. Groaning, we stood up.

"You okay?" Nico asked, dusting himself off.

"Yeah, you?" I said as Harry looked around, terrified.

"I've been here before," Harry said, looking at the giant statue of who was probably supposed to be Thanatos or the Grim Reaper. "I've been here before. In a dream."

"Hide," Apollo said in my mind and I ran off as quickly as I could, not noticing that Nico wasn't following me.

When I hid behind a tombstone about twenty feet away and out of sight, I saw Nico huddled over Harry, trying to help him as he doubled over in pain.

"Get back to the cup! Now!" Harry groaned but Nico ignored him.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

"Get back to the cup!" he repeated, holding his forehead in pain and Nico seemed to ignore his command again. A mousy looking man walked out from a crypt, holding a bundle of what seemed like clothes, or maybe a baby.

The cauldron that stood the left of them started on fire.

Nico stood tall, acting like a soldier, a warrior, ready for battle. He looked around, surveying the area, the boiling cauldron and the man.

"Get behind me," Nico commanded.

"What-," Harry started but Nico cut him off.

"Now!" He yelled and Harry hid behind him.

"Kill the spare!" A voice rasped and there was a bright green light coming from the wand of the mousey man. It hit Nico square in the chest and sent him flying. I screamed, but nothing came out. When tried to get up and run to him, but something held me in place.

"No!" Harry screamed.

'Don't worry, he'll be fine,' Apollo said and I looked up at the sky like it was crazy.

Apollo and I had a quick conversation of me calling him a bunch of very nasty names and me threatening him as the mousy man trapped Harry on the statue.

"Do it, now," a voice rasped, ending the argument between the god and myself.

The man dropped what seemed to be a baby in the cauldron and then wasted no time getting to work. He just killed a baby. Dick.

'That was Voldemort, idiot.'

'Jerk.'

'Ass.'

'You piece of shit.'

'You fish.'

'Glowstick.'

"Bone of the father, unwillingly given," the man said, using his wand and  taking a bone from a grave labeled 'Thomas Riddle'. "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed." He cut off his hand and screamed. What the Hades is wrong with this guy?

He walked over to Harry and cut his sleeve before cutting into his arm. "And blood of the enemy, forcibly taken." Something, Apollo probably, was holding me in place as I tried to run and help.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" he shouted as he dripped the blood off the knife into the cauldron, causing it to bubble and Harry to scream.

The cauldron starts on fire once again, but this time the flames are higher. The mousey man ran off to hide and what appeared to be a screaming man forms and holy shit, it was pretty gross.

Thankfully, a cloak appeared on him. He blinked is snake-like eyes and reached his hands to touch his bald head.

Man, this guy is ugly.

The mousey guy walked back.

"My wand, Wormtail," Voldemort said and 'Wormtail' bowed as he handed it over. "Hold out your arm."

"Master, thank you. Master," the man squeaked.

"The other arm, Wormtail," the gross guy said impatiently.

The man frowned and held out the arm that he still had. Voldie pressed the tip of his wand to the mans arm, and the sky darkened. A, what Apollo called a 'Dark Mark', formed in the sky. People appeared in puffs of smoke, standing in a circle.

Voldemort made a speech, and to be honest, I wasn't really listening. I was more focused on the fact that these guys looked more like the Grim Reaper than Thanatos did. They had on black pointy hats and wore skulls as masks. Definitely more scary than Thanatos.

Voldie pulled their masks off and they fell.

'Lucius' talked with Voldemort and all I could think about was that this guy looked a lot like Malfoy, and based on how shitty of a person he was, this was probably his dad.

'It is. They're both dicks.'

Wormtail intervened, talking. He ended up getting a hand. Good for him.

'Man, you're being sassy!'

'Oh, well, it might have something to do with my DEAD BOYFRIEND LYING FIFTEEN FEET AWAY!'

'He's fine.'

Speaking of Nico, Voldemort walked over to him and turned his face with his foot. Poor Nico. He stared blankly at the sky, but I could see the faintest movement of his chest. No one else would see it unless they were looking closely.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Such a handsome boy."

"Don't you touch him!" Oh, so Harry does care. That's good.  

"Harry, I almost forgot you were here, standing on the bones of my father."

He started talking to Harry about the power of love. Aphrodite probably had something to do with that. He got all up in Harry's face, showing off for his followers, trying to prove that Harry wasn't as powerful as people though.

"I can touch you know," he said and dramatically touched Harry on his forehead with one finger, probably on his scar.

Harry screamed in pain.

That's when I saw Nico move. Thankfully no one else was looking. He turned his head and looked at me, but from the look on my face (and probably someone talking in his head) he could tell that he needed to pretend to still be dead. 

He closed his eyes once more.
 

 

 

Nico's POV

 

My leg was bouncing up and down with anxiety. Apollo told me my job and I was freaking out.

He said I was going to have to die. Not for real, but real enough to convince a seriously powerful wizard that I was dead. And Harry, but that's not as important.

You know what's also not as important? Everything Apollo told me compared to me talking with Poseidon. Talk about nerve-racking.

He told me that I wasn't the worst person that Percy could've chosen, and I took that as I huge compliment. He also said that if I hurt Percy, he wasn't afraid to start World War III.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked as the last person entered the maze.

"Yeah, I'm just nervous for Percy. He can't seem to stay out of trouble," I told her and she nodded and changed the subject.

"Who was that that was talking with Percy earlier?"

I sighed in annoyance. At least it wouldn't be much longer until Percy and I proved our trust.

"It was Percy's dad," I said simply, not wanting to go into many more detail.

"I thought he was in the Navy?"

I just shrugged.

It was an hour later when I felt a slight ringing in my ears, meaning something was happening with Percy.

I got up from my seating, muttering something along the lines of, 'bathroom,' and once I was away from prying eyes, I pulled in the shadows.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but I focused on the ringing in my ears and I focused on Percy's soul, and I ended up where I needed to be.

I saw him on all fours, struggling to breath. I did what came naturally and ran to him, grabbing his shoulder.

He freaked and flipped around, punching me across the face and sending me to the ground.

He tried to move to me, but he seemed too out of it. It wasn't more than a few seconds before I snapped out of my shock and ran over to him.

I grabbed him from behind and pulled him to my chest, holding him to me as he sat in my lap.

"You need to breath, you're having an anxiety attack," I told him and he shook his head. "Percy, calm down," I said in a stern voice. "Please, you'll be okay. I just need you to breath."

It took a few minutes and a few kisses on his neck before he was calm.

'You need to get going,' Apollo told me.

"Are you good?" I asked and he nodded. "Good, because we have to hurry."

I stood up, pulling him up with me, and Percy took the lead as we started running.

He had a focused look on his face and it seemed like he was having an argument with himself, or, more likely, a god.

We took a few wrong turns, we got to where we were headed.

Harry and Cedric seemed to be having a conversation, but I was to bust talking with Apollo.

'Do I really have to die?'

'Don't worry, I promise you'll be fine. You'll pass out, but after you wake up, your safety will be up to you. Now, shadow travel to the cup.'

I grabbed Percy's hand and pulled the shadows towards us.

We stood in the shadows as the two boys ran to cup that was in front of us.

'You need to stop Cedric or he'll die, and his death will be real.'

Before they started to count down, I ran forward and gave Cedric a solid right hook.

"Nico! What are you doing?" Harry yelled as the boy hit the ground.

"Helping!" I told him.

"On the count of three, we grab the cup," Percy said, but Harry shook his head.

"What about Cedric?" he asked, pointing to the guy I just punched.

"Don't worry, he'll be alright...mostly," I said and I saw Percy roll his eyes.

"Now we need to grab the cup," Percy stated, but Harry shook his head again.

"Harry, either you grab the cup when I say three or I'll make you," I threatened and Harry nodded, muttering an 'okay'.

"One, two, three!"

We all grabbed the cup.

We landed in what was apparently a graveyard and I suddenly felt stronger. Being on my own turf did that to me.

The landing was anything but soft, but thankfully I landed on my lovely boyfriend who groaned in pain as I stood up.

I saw that the cup was thrown about twenty feet away.

"You okay?" I asked, dusting myself off.

"Yeah, you?" Percy said as Harry looked around, seeming scared out of his mind.

"I've been here before," Harry said. "I've been here before. In a dream."

I noticed that Percy ran off, but Apollo told me not to follow him.

Harry doubled over in pain, and I tried to help him, but he ignored me.

"Get back to the cup! Now!" Harry groaned but I didn't listen, doing what Apollo had told me to do earlier.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I asked, making sure to not look at Percy.

"Get back to the cup!" he repeated, holding his forehead in pain.

I felt a disturbance and saw a mousey looking man walked out from a crypt, holding a dark and evil soul.

The cauldron that stood the left of us started on fire.

I stood up tall, preparing myself for what was about to come. I looked around, keeping my eye on the cauldron and the strange man.

"Get behind me," I commanded.

"What-," Harry started but I cut him off.

"Now!" I yelled and Harry did as I said.

"Kill the spare!" A voice rasped and I felt my body stay in place, not letting me dodge what was coming.

The last thing I saw was a piercing green light.

*****

I woke up to someone screaming. The first thing I saw was a very annoyed, yet relived boyfriend giving me a look that said, 'move and die...again.'

'Don't move,' Apollo said in my head and I closed my eyes once again.

'Yeah, I got that,' I said back.

'You know, your boy-toy has been very sassy since you were knocked out. He was worried about you.'

'Yeah, well he sort of loves me. I'd hope me would be worried,' I said, remembering all the times we had shared 'I love you's.'

'I think it's more than that. I think he's in love with you.'

I refrained myself from opening my eyes and looking at Percy.

'Really?' I asked.

'Really.'

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