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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37. Chapter Thirty Seven

(A/N Rick owns some of this chapter)


Percy's POV


When I went up to the room that night the curtains of Nico's four-poster bed were already drawn. I was positive he wasn't asleep, but I knew that he didn't want to talk.

I changed out of my uniform and I put on my pajamas. They weren't anything special like Harry's and Ron's who wear silk PJ's to bed. It was just a t-shirt and boxers. I didn't wear a shirt a camp, but here at Hogwarts all my scars would cause weird looks. Well, I guess that didn't matter anymore since I showed them to Harry, Ron and Hermione less than five minutes ago.

I thought about taking it off, but decided against it. Ron and Harry might have seen the scars already, but that wouldn't stop them from staring again tomorrow.

I crawled into my bed. "Night Neeks," I said but there was no response. I hadn't expected one.

I sent a pray to Apollo. "Hey, Apollo," I whispered, "because of your class, I had to talk about the war and stuff like that, so can you please do me a favor and not let me have nightmares tonight?"

After a moment, a voice spoke in my head.

"Only because I'm the cause of them," he sighed and I smiled.


The moment my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.


I woke up to a tortured scream.

I threw my blankets off me and ran to Nico's bed pulling open the curtains with such force I almost ripped them off.

He was screaming, shaking and crying and I had no idea what to do. Normally I was the one with nightmares and he was the one waking me up.

"Nico," I said, shaking him. He had never cried out like this in his sleep before. There are the occasional groans or wines, but there's never screaming.

"Is he okay?" Harry asked as he stood beside me, obviously having been woken up by Nico.

"I really don't know. He's never done this before," I told them, worried.

Nico lifted his arm, scratching at his skin, causing himself to bleed.

"Nico!" I yelled before I crawled onto his bed next to him and pinned his arms to his sides. He was shaking. "Go get Apollo," I told Harry and Ron, who had just gotten out of his bed and turned on the light.

"Why? What can he do?"

"Just go get him!" I yelled and they ran off.

Nico was stronger than I gave him credit for. He was able to pull one of his arms out my grip, so I went and sat on top of him so I could get some leverage. I held his arms above his head while I shouted in his face.

"Wake up!" I kept saying, but it wasn't working. "Nico, you're okay. You're safe. I wouldn't let anything get you, I promise." Nothing I said made any difference. "Nothing is going to hurt you, just wake up!"

After a few minutes, the room started to get darker, even though the light was on. The shadows seemed to be getting pulled towards us and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Nico's body started fading and it seemed like he was in the process of shadow traveling, which couldn't be safe. I looked at myself and I saw that I was fading too, but I didn't let go of Nico's arms and get off of him. If he was going somewhere, I was going with him.

Suddenly, the door was thrown opened and Apollo ran in. He shoved me off of Nico, causing me to fall to the ground, and he slapped Nico across the face, hard.

Nico was cut off mid-scream and he sat up gasping, tears still running down his face. Apollo sat on the bed beside him, hugging him to his chest and Nico cried. He ran his figures through Nico's hair while muttering Latin. This was the most affection I'd even seen from a god and if this was how he treated his children, they were lucky to have their father love them like that.

"Nico, you know you can't shadow travel when you asleep," Apollo told the crying boy, making him cry harder. "If you do, your body parts could be sent to different places and you would torn apart and die. You can't control it when you're asleep."

"I didn't mean to," Nico cried, his voice cracking.

"I know, but you need to learn to control it." Nico nodded, still crying.

After a few minutes, Nico's breathing started to even out and Apollo looked at me and I understood. The god moved off the bed and I took his place, holding Nico as he calmed down bit by bit. Apollo left the room, telling us that he had told Harry and Ron to stay in the Common Room and for them just to sleep out there tonight.

"It's okay," I told Nico. "I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you." For some reason, that made him let out a sob and cry harder, breaking my heart.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked after a few minutes as I ran my fingers through his hair. His tears slowly started to stop. He shook his head. "Did it have anything to do with facing the boggarts today?" Technically it was probably yesterday, but that didn't matter. He shrugged half-heartedly, his face still buried in my chest and his arms hugging me. "Is that a yes?" he shrugged again.

"Nico, why was me dying one of your greatest fears? I could understand Bianca or Hazel, hell, even Jason, but why me?"

"They're already dead. You're the only person left that I care about. What that boggart showed me was literally what I have nightmares about," he said softly, his voice cracking.

"You have nightmares of me dying?" He nodded into my chest. "Why? Why me?"

"Because I don't know what I would do if I lost you," he whispered so quietly that I was barely able to hear him.

"You'd still be able to visit me in the Underworld. Nothing would really change."

Nico didn't answer. After a few minutes, I asked the question that I had been thinking about since class.

"The guy with the wings," I said softly and I felt Nico tense in my arms, "Was that Cupid?" He nodded slightly. "He looks a lot like Thanatos."

"Thanatos is nicer."

"Why are you afraid of Cupid?" he shrugged. "Come on Nico," I said softly. "There had to be a reason."

"You wouldn't understand," he said, pulling away, wiping the leftover tears from his face, slowing moving from me.

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do."

"How?" I asked, but he turned around, scooting farther away from me. He didn't answer. "How do you know I won't understand?" He shook his head. "How do you know?" I pressed, wanting to know the answer. "Nico, how do you know?" I repeated. This time, he turned around and snapped at me.

"Because I've seen it. I've dreamt it." He was crying again.

"Just because you've seen it in a dream doesn't mean it's true," I told him and he just shook his head.

"I'm a demigod. All my dreams are true." His voice cracked as he spoke and I felt a pain in my chest. It was my turn to shake my head at what he said.

"Nico, please, tell me? Why are you so afraid of Cupid?" I asked softly.

He paused and took a breath before speaking. It was almost like he was building up his courage, which he probably was. "You really want to know?"


He slowly lifted his arm and as his hand neared my face he made a motion as if to say 'I not going to hurt you.' I nodded slightly and he moved it closer. The moment he touched my cheek, my body slumped and I blacked out.


It was dark, and I was confused about what was happening, but then I remembered that Nico could travel through dreams. He did something a lot like this when we showed the wizards Elemental Magic. He made them fall asleep so he could show them something.

This was Nico's way of telling me what he couldn't say.


I looked around, not knowing where I was, but I quickly saw Nico and Jason fighting an invisible enemy. Why was Jason here?

I heard a voice, nagging Nico. Harassing him. It sounded just like the Cupid boggart.

I watched as Jason sent a lightning bolt, creating a crater. But it didn't stop the voice.

"A good try, but love cannot be pinned down so easily."

The wall next to Jason collapsed and he barely dodged it.

"Stop!" Nico yelled. "It's me you want. Leave him alone!"

The voice kept taunting him, causing Nico to get more and more upset, but I didn't understand why. Why did Cupid have this effect on him?


The memory seemed to skip forward. I wasn't in control of what was happening. Nico was.


Nico was almost in tears as he spoke his next words. His voice was shaking. "I wasn't in love with Annabeth," he said.

"You were jealous of her. That's why you don't want to be around her. Especially why you didn't want to be around...him. It makes total sense," Jason said.


The memory hesitated. It was almost as if Nico didn't want me to see what happened next. After a moment or two, it continued.


"I hated myself," he said almost in a whisper. "I hated Percy Jackson."

Cupid appeared, looking exactly like the boggart had. Handsome but vicious. He stared at Nico as he said the next words.

"I had a crush on Percy. That's the truth. That's the big secret. Happy now?"

"Oh, I wouldn't say love always makes you happy. Sometimes it makes you incredibly sad. But at least you've faced it now. That's the only way to conquer me."

Cupid disappeared, leaving a staff in his place.


The dream ended.



When I woke up, Nico was sitting by me, running his hands through my hair. When he saw I was awake, he pulled his hand away.

"Sorry," he muttered but I ignored him.

I sat up and looked at him. His eyes were puffy from crying and his shoulders were slumped. He seemed like he was ready to give up. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Nico," I said softly and he flinched. He probably thought I was going to yell at him and call him names, but I would never do that. "Nico, look at me." He shook his head, staring at his hands. "Nico, please." He didn't move.

I sent a silent prayer to Aphrodite, and I knew she heard it because I felt a sudden wave of courage surge through me.

I put my finger under Nico chin and tilted his head to look at me. The moment he did, I leaned forward and our lips met.

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