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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35. Chapter Thirty Five

Nico's POV


Percy and I walked into the DADA classroom and were confused with what we saw. It looked pretty normal, all the chairs were pushed to the side like always, but in the back of the classroom, there was a chest. It kept moving slightly, shaking. That hadn't been there the other day.

"What's that?" I asked and Hermione answered as she walked into the room.

"I believe it's a boggart. We faced them last year. They show your greatest fear."

"Last year, mine was spiders. It's probably hasn't changed though," Ron added.

"Mine was dementors, but I faced it and I'm not afraid of them anymore," Harry informed us. "I wonder what it's going to be now?"

Once everyone was in the classroom, Apollo got his students attention and started talking.

"Today, we are facing our greatest fear! You guys did something a lot like this last year, but this time, it has a twist! You will be facing a boggart, but instead of saying Riddikulus, you have to talk to them, tell them that they aren't real. You have to face them head on and get them back into the chest. Many of you will have more than one. I will go first to demonstrate."

Apollo waved his wand and the box opened. A ten-year-old girl with auburn hair stepped out, falling to the ground, just lying broken on the floor in a pool of ichor. It was Artemis. "You killed me, Apollo. You're the reason I'm dead," she said as tears poured down her face.

The words didn't faze Apollo and he shook his head. "No, I didn't. You are perfectly fine. You are alive."

The boggart changed. There were several bodies of teen with blonde hair and blue eyes lying on the floor. They calling out for Apollo to save them, but it didn't faze their father.

"None of you are hurt. I saw you just last week. Will!" Apollo shouted, pointing to the image of my friend lying on the ground with one his arrows jammed into his throat, choking on his blood. "Right now you're probably in the infirmary with Austin, Kayla and Victoria," he said, pointing to each of his children in turn. "You are not hurt, so pick yourself up, wipe yourself off and get out of here!" There were two bodies left.

"Michael, Lee, you two are dead. You have no right to be here." Lee faded away and Michael stood up, pulled to arrow out of his side, dusted himself off and walked over to the box. As he stepped in, he flipped his father off. "Fuck you." Then the box closed and he was gone.

"Everyone, get into a line!" Apollo shouted and we did as he said after getting over the shock of what we saw. Percy and I were about halfway in the line with Ron between us.

Most people's fears were themselves dying, a friend, or a family member, which is to be expected. Some of them were clowns, monsters (which I found kind of funny) or they parents yelling at them, telling their children how they were a disappointment, like Draco's. He wasn't able to stand up to his dad and ended up walking out of the classroom.

I wondered what mine was going to be? I really hoped it wasn't my dad because that would be hard to explain to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were no doubt going to question us about anything that Percy and I have to face.

"Percy, your turn," Apollo said a little while later and Percy hesitantly stepped towards the box containing the boggart. I couldn't help but wonder what his would be? Would it be Annabeth, dead? Mrs. Sally being tortured? His father yelling at him?

Apollo gave Percy a look, asking if he was ready and when he nodded, Apollo lifted the lid.

A body stood out of the box, slowly but confidently. It wasn't one of Percy's friends like I thought it would be.

I looked at Percy and saw him start shaking as he stared at the image of himself.

The other Percy stepped out of the box and spoke in a voice that was a mixture of Percy's and something much more powerful.

"This is a much better vessel than my last one. Luke was so weak. He could barely contain me, but you, you are so much more powerful than him." The boggart looked at Percy and smiled an evil smiled, and it actually scared me. "Look around," Evil Percy said and as he spread his arms, chuckling as the bodies of demigods filled the floor. "Look at what you did!" He yelled and Percy flinched.

"You joined my side, you killed everyone who you held dear!" Evil Percy's eyes turned gold and I understood what I was looking at. It was Percy hosting Kronos. That was his greatest fear. Being a traitor. That made sense, since his fatal flaw was loyalty.

"No, I didn't!" Percy yelled but Kronos chuckled.

"Maybe not yet, but you will."

"No, I will not! I am not a traitor! You are not me! You are dead!"

"I may be, but do you know who else is too?" Kronos shrunk a few inches, his eyes turned from sea green to storm gray. His hair grew, changing from short and black to blond and curly. Cuts appeared all over her body. Annabeth lifted her arms and showed Percy the chains on her wrists. I knew that this is what she looked like when she died.

"You never saved me, Percy," she said in a soft voice and I saw Percy choke on the words he was about to say.

"I tried, Annabeth. You know I did," he said after he contained himself. He may have come to peace with her death but that doesn't mean he didn't spend every day since then wishing he could have saved her.

"But you didn't. You failed. You let them beat me, cut me, stab me. You did nothing!" As she talked, her voice raised, getting angrier and angrier.

"I did everything!" Percy said, yelling at Annabeth for what was probably the first time. "I tried to stop them! You might not remember this, but I was there with you for every second of it! Everything they did to you, they did to me tenfold! I took as many of the punishments as I could. Don't say I let you die, because I didn't! I regret what happened everyday but there's nothing I can do about it now!" With each thing that Percy said, he took a step towards Annabeth, causing her to take a step back, closer to the chest.

"Now you shut the fuck up and get into that chest!" He yelled, shoving Annabeth into the box, slamming the lid closed.

The class was silent. Most people's reactions had been crying as they friends accused them of letting them die, but not Percy. They were shocked at his actions, and I was too. The wizards didn't know that Percy didn't have to imagine losing her, he already had.

With everyone else they were seeing their friends died for the first time, but with Percy, his boggart was trying to make him relive what had already happened and it seemed like Percy wasn't going to put up with any of its shit.

"Ron!" Apollo called, breaking the silence, "You're up!"

Ron's fear wasn't spiders like he had been saying it was going to be. It was his family, Harry and Hermione dead, telling him it was all his fault. It took him a few minutes, but he ended up telling them to get their act together because they were fine and that the really Harry and Hermione were standing next to him. It was actually impressive and I was pretty proud of Ron. I never knew that he had it in him to stand up to his friends.

Now, it was my turn.



Hermione's POV


I was standing over to the side of the line. I had already gone. My boggart was my parents blaming me for their deaths. Harry's was a Ron and I, and knowing that his biggest fear was losing Ron and myself made me feel loved.

Percy's was very interesting. He was yelling at a beautiful blond girl who blamed her for his death. And his other fear was himself with glowing gold eyes. I would have to ask him about that later.

After Ron had gone, Nico stepped up. He nodded at Professor Apollo and the chest opened.

Fog poured out, filling the room, but no figure appeared which confused me. What was Nico's greatest fear? My question was answered when a voice spoke out.

"Did you really think that you escaped?" A raspy voice whispered. "Did you really think that you were saved?" Nico started to shake, unable to talk. "Did you really think that they would've wasted their time to save a traitor like you?" It whispered and Nico shook his head.

"You're not real."

"Oh, but I am. I'm more really than you could ever imagine. The twins miss you so much. They miss watching you sit in that jar, lifeless, waiting to be save. But no one ever came." I looked over at Percy who was standing next to me, and I was going to ask him if he knew what this was, but I stopped halfway through my first word when I saw his pale face, wide eyes and shaking hands. Whatever this fear of Nico's was, it was Percy's too. He may not be the one in front of the chest, and what it was saying may not have been for him, but it effected Percy just the same.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not there anymore," Nico said, but he didn't sound so confident.

"But you should be. You never should have been saved. They never should've wasted their time getting you."

What the voice said seemed to make Nico angry, causing him to forget about being scared. "They didn't waste any time when they saved me!" He yelled, no longer shaking in fear, but in anger. "They needed me!"

"Only for the information that you possessed."

"No, they needed me back because I am useful! They relied on me! Shut up!" The voice chuckled, but it faded away.

When the fog cleared, Percy was standing there, which shocked me. One of his greatest fears was Percy? Why? I'll ask them about that later tonight.

Percy reached an arm out towards Nico before he coughed up blood, felling to his knees, staring at Nico with tears in his eyes. Nico stared back.

I looked over at the real Percy who was looking at Nico with a mix of confusion and shock. Apparently he didn't expect to be one of Nico's fears.

Nico was staring at the dying Percy, unable to do anything. Percy fell to his stomach, and then laid there unmoving as a puddle of blood pooled around him.

Neither of them said anything. The dead Percy didn't blame Nico for his death or call him any names and Nico didn't say anything to the corpse on the floor.

After a minute or so of quiet whispering between students, the boggart changed form again. This time, Nico looked more terrified than before.

It was a lean man with beautiful snow-white wings. He had a golden bow over his shoulder. The shocking thing about him was his eyes. They were red. He was handsome, but terrifying. He was so beautiful, it was hard to look at him.

Wings and a bow? If I didn't know any better, I would say this was Cupid. Maybe it was love he was afraid of and this is the only form the boggart could take.

"Tell him, Nico di Angelo. Tell him you are a coward, afraid of yourself and your feelings. Tell him the real reason you ran from camp, and why you are always alone," the man said and Nico looked like he was reliving the worst moment of his life. "The only way to conquer me is to face love."

Nico looked and pointed at him and said, "No, fuck you."

He turned around, walking away as the winged man shouted, "You are weak! You will never know love!" but Nico just told him to go fuck himself and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as he was gone, the boggart changed the shape to fit the next person in line.

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