The Pentagram

by Glacier-boy

Everyone saw them as weak except for some select few, five teenagers who lived different lives become a team after finding a book containing a ritual that may lead to their deaths or it may just be what they needed, but will they be able to survive what comes after? If they can survive the ritual that is. (okay yes the summary sucks I know...R&R and it will make me happy!)

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that's J.K. Rowling's job and I do not own Percy Jackson, that's Rick Riordan's job BUT I do infact own almost all of the oc characters in this fanfic, I do not own Alkas, a friend of mine does (He let me use his character! Planned on it anyways but always nice to ask). So R&R and I'll be happy! Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames will be ignored. Some characters may or may not turn OOC, depends on how this story goes. Also tell me if you want me to continue with this fic or not. This fic will be set in the Harry Potter world but with some apperances from the Greek Gods and some PJ characters.

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Chapter 1

«Are you sure about this Damien? Are you sure this will work?" a grey eyed girl asked her friend as the two of them and three others sat in a circle with blood running down their bodies and onto the cold stone floor they all sat on in some abandoned rundown building.

"Yes I am sure this will work Selene, I just know it" Damien answered back as he pushed his silver bangs away from his face as he carved the last rune on her body.

"You all remember what to say, right? Damien asked everyone in the circle and smiled a small almost unnoticeable smile when everyone nodded in confirmation.

What they were doing was not unheard of but rarely done and it usually ended with deaths instead of success, but for these five children to do it? It would be just like signing your own death warrant with a tiny chance of surviving, a very tiny one. But still a chance, a hope they all held onto.

"Okay I'll go first" Damien said, it was his idea and if it failed then he would make sure he died and no one else. He was not his mother.

Damien held out his palms and let his golden and red blood fall onto the circle they had drawn with some chalk and said the incantation. "On this night as the moon dies, I offer thee my own blood, hear my plea, hear my cry, Lady on the other side, send your judgment upon me, and let me wield your gift" a blue mist had risen and warped itself around Damien's slender and deathly pale body, no one noticed because they followed Damien's lead and said their own incantations as well and they had all been wrapped in a mist of their own, they could not see anything because of the mist's thickness but they could all hear each other scream in agony…then everything stopped.