This is a collab with DRACO-MALFOY-IS-LEGIT. The plot is basically the same as the books but intermingled.

Disclaimer: We own no characters (except the OC that will occur later), don't sue us.

Juno/Hera POV:

I looked down at Camp Jupiter, eying Jason Grace, the son of my unfaithful husband. I sighed. Jason is mine now, because Jupiter gave him to me to appeal my anger, but he's still a reminder of the fact that he can't keep his promises. Like, maybe the one where he's not supposed to have any more demigod children. Perseus Jackson didn't do horrible, I suppose, but that daughter of Athena was definitely not better than godhood-at least in my opinion.

Wait. Annabeth and Perseus are Greeks. A sharp pain went through my head for a split second. I looked down. I'm Hera now. The whole split-personality thing is really inconvenient. Whatever. I have to check on Perseus now anyway, to ensure that everything is ready for the plan. I must admit my daughter Hebe knows, but no one else.

It's time. Everything is set, and the Wolf House is empty, except for Lupa and her pack. Maybe I can do it the way mortals do these days. I do have many brown paper bags from when Dionysus visits from Camp Half-Blood. I reached for one, but paused. Maybe I should use my magic. That would be easier, and far less of a nuisance. Disappearing from Olympus from too long would alert my husband, and since he's shut it down, he'd be furious. I tapped into my magic carefully. Too much will alert Hekate, and she in turn will alert Zeus. I reached for the two demigods and carefully brought them to the Wolf House to wait for their turn to wake.

A huge force pulled at my mind, and I lost my concentration. When I looked back at the Wolf House, the two blonde and black heads slept peacefully, and I wiped their memories. I wanted to clear Perseus' mind of Annabeth, but he couldn't forget her. She was what tied him to the mortal world. Without his memories of her, the essence of the Styx might wipe him from existence, and then we couldn't defeat Gaea. After all, the camps needed to unite to fulfill the Prophecy of Seven. I turned from the pool, courtesy of Poseidon and Iris, and headed back to my chambers to rest.

Voldemort POV:

As I sat in my childhood home in Little Hangleton, I pondered whether or not to interfere with Juno's plan. I despise her, but her plan sounds interesting; like something I could use to my advantage. If she was planning to kidnap a demigod teen, I could kidnap a wizard teen. That is actually a very good idea, because I would kidnap Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, and the most vexing male wizard ever, but not of all magical people, because his best friend's sister has captured that title. Ginevra Weasley was supposed to die, but then she survived when she was only eleven after being possessed by me. Like, how does that happen?

Because Harry had not mastered occlumency yet, I could see into his mind, and I had discovered that he had been looking at my childhood memories with Dumbledore's pensieve. He had found out that when I was in Wool's Orphanage I had been a social outcast, poor me! So I was not happy to know that he had yet again found out another private detail of my life. Again; poor me! I am an evil mastermind, but can't I have some privacy?! Especially from my arch-nemesis, Harry Potter, again; THE BOY WHO LIVED! (Even though he shouldn't have!) Or as I like to say, The Boy Who Didn't Die When I Tried To Kill Him And Foiled My Plans! Seriously.

Byeeeee peeps!

-Ace and DMIL