A/N: Hello! So I finally got around to rewriting Solangelo and the Goblet of Fire, so here's the first chapter! (Fine, prologue.) I know it's not terribly long, but if I didn't post it now, I would probably take the next ten years editing it. I sincerely hope my writing is better now, because honestly, it was pretty terrible...anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Again, all characters might act a bit OC, because *see disclaimer.*

Disclaimer: I am neither Rick Riordan nor J.K. Rowling - I only own the story/this writing and the plot. And my OCs, of course. However, since I know some of you hate OCs, I'll try not to put too many of my own in here. However, if you want me to write in one of your OCs, see my profile for more information! Thanks to BuddingWriter101 for help with the summary.

Prologue

Third Person POV

August 25th

"Zeus, they need your help!" Hecate shouted, voice breaking.

"No! I refuse to risk sending any of our children to help your little pet world. Tell me, Hecate, where were your wizards and witches during the Giant War? Or the war against Kronos, for that matter? I see no reason to help when they have never offered theirs." Zeus thundered with an air* of finality.

"Please! You have to send some demigods to help them, or they'll all die!" Hecate cried, sinking to her knees. "I beg of you. I'll do anything. I created them - I can't let them be usurped by Voldemort, and since they are, in a way, my children, I can't interfere! Please. I'll do anything." She said again, almost crying now.

The Olympian Council stared at her, their expressions mixed from pity to indifference to disgust. Hecate was well known for her unwavering pride and her seemingly-unbreakable façade of icy aloofness in nearly all situations. To see her like this, on her knees and begging, was...shocking, to say the least.

"Father," Hermes began slowly, "perhaps we could spare a few of our children? Most of Hecate's magic-users do not deserve their fate at the hands of Tom Riddle. And who knows what will happen if he takes over the rest of the mortal world? He could discover our children - put us all in danger."

"My answer is no." Zeus spat out, now glaring at his son. "Hecate, leave us."

"Wait! My king, Lord Hades is missing from the Olympian Council. You cannot send me away without a full vote!" Hecate said quickly, voice hovering on the edge of desperation.

Zeus looked around, frowning. "Hera, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Dionysus, Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Demeter and I are all here. We need only twelve of us to have a full vote. Now, all in favor of -"

"Ah, but you need him. This matter involves death. Have none of you wondered why Tom Riddle has survived this long?" Hecate said.

Athena frowned. "I have given some thought to this matter, but surely you have spells and things to prolong life? I remember Thanatos telling me about the Philosopher's Stone - he was quite annoyed about it, I think."

"Yes, but that was not the only method of prolonging life," Hecate said, confidence returning. "He had a child in my world, long ago, and he created something called -"

"A Horcrux." All heads turned to Hades, who was holding the god of death by the scruff of his neck. "He has only just told me, of this way to cheat death. Cheat himself, and me. His invention has made a mockery of me, and all I stand for. He told me, long ago, that he had destroyed every Horcrux on Earth, along with all instructions on how to make them. It seems he was wrong, and I have come to set things right." Turning to face his younger brother, he continued. "We must issue a quest to defeat him, and destroy all Horcruxes and information on how to make them. And you all know that a quest must be issued - for I doubt even Apollo knows what would happen if Tom Riddle is not defeated; if he somehow discovers our world. Like it or not, the wizards must be helped."

Having finished his spiel, Hades waved a hand and a throne of polished bone - morbid yet eerily beautiful in an otherworldly way - appeared.** Seating himself, Hades turned his black eyes on each of the Olympians in turn.

"Now, which of you will volunteer your children?"

*I'm sorry - I just can't stop the puns.

**Thanks to AlchemyWriter for the throne description - sounds about right to me.

How'd y'all like it? R&R, please!