Send in the Demigods
WARNING: THIS STORY MIXES THE FIFTH AND SEVENTH HARRY POTTER BOOKS TOGETHER. TAKES PLACE AFTER THE LAST OLYMPIAN. MANY EVENTS ARE SKIPPED, AND MANY EVENTS ARE ADDED.
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"Blah"- English
"Blah"- Ancient Greek
Tom Marvolo Riddle, otherwise known as Lord Voldemort, was a person despised by the gods, especially Lord Hades. His killing of normal humans and wizards, which already angered the gods, eventually led to a huge mistake on Voldemort's part- Voldemort unknowingly murdered an extra special wizard; not only a wizard, but a child of Hecate. Furious, Hecate marched to Zeus, who decided that this had gone too far. Hades and Poseidon also agreed that it was time: time to send in the Demigods.
PERCY POV:
It had been a (mostly) normal morning for me. I woke up, fell out of bed, pulled on my favorite jeans and Camp Half Blood t-shirt, and stumbled outside. I accidentally knocked down Clarisse, who then whacked me in the back of the head with the butt of her sword. It eventually took a threat from Mr. D about turning us into wine (it would have been less threatening if he hadn't been playing poker with the satyrs) to get us to separate from the fight that ensued. After breakfast, Chiron called me, Annabeth, Nico, Thalia, and Grover to the big house.
"Alright, what did you guys do this time?" Annabeth hissed as we entered.
"I actually don't know!" Percy whispered back, annoyed.
"Children, the gods have asked a favor of us. They have been hiding a whole world from you demigods," Chiron said, clip-clopping towards us.
"What else is new?"
"Nico!"
"This world that has been hidden away is in danger. They need your help to win an upcoming war that will kill many, mortals and wizards alike."
"Wizards? Don't be ridiculous!" I laughed. "We probably would have noticed people flying around on broomsticks and casting spells by now."
"They have a special way of hiding themselves. Besides, no wizard would be foolish enough to fly a broomstick in plain sight! Anyway, back on topic. The dreaded Lord Voldemort-"
"Lord Moldywart? AHAHAHA! We can take him!"
"Ssh, Nico!"
"…The dreaded Lord Voldemort is rising, and his followers are beginning to kill more and more wizards and mortals. Recently, they mistook a daughter of Hecate for a witch, and killed her. This was the last straw for Hecate and Hades. They decided to do something.
"There will be no need for the Oracle, as the gods have already decreed your quest."
"Thank the gods," I muttered to Annabeth. I hated the thing.
"You are to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and hide until you are needed for battle. Percy, your Achilles curse should be able to absorb any curses or spells thrown at you, so take care to hide your mortal point from the wizards, good or evil."
Harry's POV
"What in the name of Godric is that?" I whispered as four winged horses fly right into the castle court yard.
They were definitely not hippogriffs. Hippogriffs are much sturdier and larger than these monstrosities.
"Dumbledore?" I muttered to myself as I saw the elegant silhouette of the headmaster greeted and helped what appeared to be children of his own age off the winged beasts.
The way these people dressed- the way they walked, the way they spoke in husky accents told me that they were not my kind. Was the girl speaking in another language? Who are these people and what are they doing in my world? They looked like they belonged thousands of years in the past.
"Meow."
After five years of practice, I had this down to a science.
"Ms. Norris, I have tuna fish for you in my back pocket, do you want it?"
The ugly little beast cocked her head to one side as if actually considering the bribe.
"It can all be yours, if you just shut your little messed up mouse trap." At this Ms. Norris hissed, but pawed the tuna fish out of my back pocket and padded silently away to enjoy her delicacies.
"The little bastard is going to be so pissed when she finds out it salmon," I thought to myself.
I took off into a full run after the thing people called a cat rounded the corner. I had to tell the human encyclopedia (aka Hermione) everything I saw. She was bound to have some opinion on the matter, if even she could make sense of it.
PERCY POV:
"So, boss, there is a whole world that we didn't even know about?"
"Yeah, Blackjack. A world full of wizards."
"Do they have any sugar cubes?"
"Well, a lot of people drink tea here, so… yeah, I guess they do." Blackjack did a little dance in the air as he heard this. "Blackjack! Our destination is coming up! And please, no fancy landings. You almost landed on Chiron and you smashed a cabin window last time you did." Blackjack looked sheepish. "I'll try."
As the huge castle came into view, I gaped, and Blackjack halted his descent for a second to gaze at the beautiful sight. "Come on, Blackjack. You have plenty of time to sightsee later."
When we landed, an old man with a beard the size of one of those five dollar foot longs you get at Subways stepped out in front of us. "Hello. Chiron has told me about you children. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, but you may call me Professor Dumbledore. I am headmaster of this school as well as a son of the goddess of magic, Hecate, and a pure-blood wizard. In case of any eavesdroppers, we may converse in ancient Greek."
"Okay. So, where exactly are we going to hide?" Thalia asked.
"You will be hidden in the Room of Requirement, a hidden room which is unknown to even our most devious students. Your Pegasii will live with Hagrid, our gamekeeper. You will meet him later."
Hermione's POV:
"You saw what?"
"They were American, Hermione, I could tell by their accent, but they were talking in a different language."
"And Dumbledore was with them?"
"Yes."
This puzzled me. I didn't know of any being that matched Harrys descriptions, then again, this isn't the first time in my life I didn't have answers.
"Can I burn this?" I turn my head and find Ron holding our newly issued Defense Against the Dark Arts for Beginners book over the fire.
"Go ahead, I burned mine last week." Harry responded.
"Beat you all, I burned it the day I got it."
This got me some looks, I just shrugged and said, "Ronald, your sleeve is on fire."
"BLOODY HELL!"
Ron was rolling like a pig in mud on the burgundy carpet of our common room.
"That's going to leave a mark."
"So back on topic…" Harry started.
"That's a first."
"Shut up Hermione."
"Well they could be ambassadors, or exchange students."
"Hermione, they were flying on what looked like thestrals."
"Well, there's more proof that they are like us."
"Hermione, Dumbledore rushed them inside like he was trying to hide them."
"We are all hiding things, Harry." I say.
"Yeah, I'm hoarding cauldron cakes in my Quidditch locker."
"What?"
"They are so good."
"And they have a ten year shelf life."
"Whatever," I say. "As long as we are all admitting things, I have licorice wands under my bed; my parents won't let me eat them."
"Hermione, you are so out of character tonight." (AN: AHAHAHA!) Harry says to me.
"We all need a break sometimes."
"So the kids…"
"Yes, yes. I will look into it. I'm going to bed."
I walked slowly up the stairs. I was tired. I was beginning to lie down when I saw a glimmer of something out of the corner of my eye.
"Who are you?" I asked the tall girl with blond hair standing in front of me.
Hi, readers. Sorry for the large amount of dialogue, but you can blame Duck 2 for that. Anyway, sorry if the characters were OOC. By the way, don't yell at us for the spacing. Our computer was being stupid.
So, how do you think the first chapter of our very first story went? Tell us in your reviews! No flames please, we are rookies!
-Duck 1
Hi everyone! This is Duck 2. So how did you like the first chapter? Pretty sick, right? Tell us what you think about it. By the way, I wanted to remind you that the story is written by two people, hence the dramatic change in writing styles. You can probably tell us apart by now.
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-Duck 2
Random story of the day: I, Duck 1, was sitting in science class. We were doing a science lab involving boiling water. Suddenly, I see a classmate place some pasta (how the HECK) into the boiling water. The teacher had to use some prongs to get it out of the beaker, then dared the student to eat it. I could tell the teacher didn't expect him to, but he did anyway. "Tastes like macaroni." –my classmate.
While I, Duck 2, was in the right hand corner of the room laughing my rear end off.
