The room was tense and silence, Harry fighting the urge to swat at the thing and groan at the pure irony that seemed to control his life, and Percy trying to make himself move from his stunned silence.

The image flickered and died, snapping Percy back into action. He took a quick step forward, only for his foot to crunch on something, and he realized he had dropped the glass of water in shock. He quickly left and got another one, handing it to a weary Harry before cleaning it up quickly.

When he finished, he flopped back into the chair next to Harry, shaking his head in wonder. Harry's thoughts themselves were a whirlwind of motion inside his head, thoughts almost so rapid they confused him.
Son of Hades, son of Hades. Son of the God Of Death. Son Of Death. Maybe that's why I couldn't be killed as an infant and in the forest, Harry mused. It would explain a lot. Bloody Hell, the fates hate me. They just took a big knife of irony and shoved it through me.

Harry shook his head, dispelling his thoughts. "What does this mean, then?" He asked, pulling Percy out of his thoughts abruptly.

"You'll no longer be sleeping in the Hermes cabin," He said after a moment. "and when meals come you'll be eating at your own table. There's only one other occupant, Nico. Did I tell you about him? Anyways, I wonder if he'll like the company..." Percy murmured, thinking back to how he had thought Harry reminded him of Nico in the first place.

"I'll be sleeping in the Hades cabin then, I suppose?" Harry asked quietly, and Percy nodded. "Shouldn't you be telling someone? That centaur or this Nico dude at the least?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at a now flushing Percy.

"Right! My bad. I'll go do that. I'll be back in a few minutes, bring Nico to meet you," Percy said, smiling briefly before reluctantly leaving. Harry sighed once he had left. He quickly grabbed his wand and healed all the bigger wounds, cleaning himself up of dirt and such. Though his clothes remained ripped. He figured if he was in normal condition suddenly it would be more than a bit suspicious.

Percy moved quickly about camp, wanting to get back to Harry soon. He went to Nico first, figuring that he had a better chance catching him now at dinner rather than later.

"Hey, Nico, c'mon, I think you'll want to hear this," Percy said, plopping himself down briefly at the Hades table, making Nico look at him oddly before rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically.

"Jackson." Nico greeted wearily. "What's so important you had to interrupt my meal?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Percy lead them towards the Big House.

"You'll see," Percy murmured, quickly opening the door and finding Chiron.

"Chiron! That new kid, Hadrian? Yeah, he got claimed." He said, holding Nico by the arm so he wouldn't run away before the punch line. Chiron looked up from his game of chess, his face surprised but happy.

"Wonderful. What cabin is he in?"

"Cabin thirteen." Hades cabin. Oh, Nico's face was amazing. This was glorious. Should his eyes be that wide?
Silence greeted him.

Chirp chirp,
Percy thought after a moment. The stunned faces told him he may have to wait a moment. His thoughts filled with Harry before Nico came to life.

"My cabin? I thought there was an oath? for them not to have kids?" Nico said, his voice an odd mixture of emotion, from excitement to dread.

"It seems as though it has been broken." Chiron said, his voice grave.

"Yep...well, if we're good here, I'm going to take Nico to see him, if he wants to, then most likely show him to his cabin. See you, Chiron," Percy said with a wave, half dragging and half having to keep up with Nico, who's feet couldn't seem to decide what they wanted to do.

It took them several minutes to get back to the infirmary, and Percy deduced that he had been gone for roughly fifteen minutes. He entered Harry's curtained off room, Nico in tow. Upon entering, he found Harry flickering through something with Greek on the cover. He looked up and put the book away upon seeing his guests.

"Hello. Nico, I'm guessing?" Harry asked, holding out his hand. Nico shook it after a moment, a small smile on his lips. Percy watched them shake. Both had deathly pale skin, and there was hardly any difference in the shades. Percy noticed the dirt and blood had been completely removed from Harry, almost as if he had taken a shower.

"Yeah, hey. It's ah...Hadrian? Nice to meet you. I'm your...half brother, I suppose." Nico said, the words odd on his tongue. Harry snorted.

"Yeah, Harry for short. Trust me, it's as weird hearing it as it is saying it. I've been repeating to myself that I have siblings to try and get used to the idea since this one left." He said, snickering and gesturing to Percy. Nico nodded in agreement. Percy smiled, half feeling like he should stay and half wanting to leave them alone to...bond, or whatever. The choice was made for him, however, upon Harry ordering Nico to sit on the bed and Percy in the chair.

"So, Nico, appearances frequently lie so how old are you truthfully?" Harry asked through amused narrowed eyes, making Nico blink.

"Eighty something. I lost track." He said shrugging. Harry nodded, running a hand over his chin. "You can sense it too, then?"
Again, Harry nodded. Nico tilted his head at him in thought. "You're different, as well. Truthful age?" Nico asked, eyebrow raised, and Percy looked gobsmacked when Harry chuckled.

"Nice. Twenty seven. Still have a ways to go, obviously, but I'm not changing any time soon." Harry said, snorting. Percy suddenly felt as though he had to speak up.

"I'm immortal." He piped up, making Nico snort and Harry's head snap to him in fascination.

"Here we go again," Nico murmured, but the two paid him no mind.

"I've seen crazier things happen but would you explain that?" He said, elbows on his knees and chin on his hands.

"If you tell my why you don't age. And are immortal as well, I presume?" At Harry's nod, Percy nodded as well in satisfaction. "Well, see, there was a war between the Greek Gods and some titans and such a few years back. I...well..." Percy rubbed the back of his neck, his face heating up.

"He saved the world. Get on with it Percy," Nico said bluntly, causing Harry to stifle laughter even as his awed eyes turned back to Percy.

Face still red he continued. "Yeah, well, anyways, Zeus offered me immortality as a gift. I took it. I was fifteen at the time, though I'm still aging, I was told I'd be able to stop and start it as it went, so I really am eighteen." He said, shrugging, and Harry gave him a sympathetic smile that confused the pair slightly. "What about you?" He asked, desperate to get the attention away from himself and his red face.
Harry sighed, leaning back on the bed. "I was in a war as well. I was in the front lines, much as yourself and I killed the leader. Somewhere along the way I collected three magical items that gave me a title, along with immortality and invincibility." He said, coughing into his hand to clear his throat.

Percy and Nico both nodded in understanding.

"What title? Is that why I'm getting such a...powerful vibe from you?" Nico inquired, eyes flickering around Harry as though he could see an aura.
"Indeed. My title is Master Of Death. But I suppose I'm the Son Of Death as well, now."


The weeks passed quickly. Harry was trained, mainly by Nico and Percy, how to use his weapon of choice, which happened to be a sword looking semi-similar to a katana, a shield and the techniques. Harry, having given up the information that he was a Wizard, was reluctant to learn to wield something other than his wand, but Percy insisted that he couldn't be reliant on a single thing, and that his wand most likely couldn't even kill monsters. Harry felt a little insulted, his wand had helped him through everything, but let it pass.

He picked up using the sword fairly quickly, though the shield took longer for him to learn. The techniques came almost easily, since they were just a lot of slashing, stepping, jumping and dodging. Offensive, defense, attack, retreat, everything Harry had already been taught, with some slight differences.

Harry had gotten used to the camp fires. The meals with Nico, who while did take awhile to warm up to him, did eventually, and Harry found he was actually rather nice to hang out with. Harry suspected Nico would have taken longer to get used to him if Harry had been more intrusive, but Harry was rather happy to keep to himself, so he and the other boy got along well. Nico even introduced him to a card game which not only helped him learn the names of the Gods and Goddesses, but what they did as well, their levels of power and relationships.

He made very few other friends. Harry wasn't a naturally very sociable person, at least not the way he was raised. He might've been, but he didn't waste time on thinking about 'what ifs'. He talked to Jason, and when she visited Hazel, Will was nice and Harry suspected he had a thing for Nico, but other than that Harry didn't bother with socializing. He kept a small group and became startlingly loyal to those within the group.
Percy...Harry wasn't sure how to go about the son of Poseidon. He was nice, friendly, almost to the point of being weird. He went out of his way to help Harry with something or to train him and if Harry was wondering around Percy often found him. Harry had noticed lingering gazes Percy could cast him, where he cast them, and how long it took Percy to realize he was been caught, before he looked away with an almost blush on his neck and ears.

He smiled a lot. Percy had a nice smile.

Harry found himself oddly...giddy, and more happy when he was around Percy, often craving the others attention and almost beaming when Percy focused on him completely, which happened frequently.
Harry hadn't been the most observant person in his years. He was rather oblivious, actually, so it took him a month to identify his growing feelings for the taller male, and another week to buck up the courage.
When he had decided, they turned out to be surrounded by a huge campfire, the colors flickering oddly, the heat licking his face pleasantly. Harry's eyes shifted to the son of Poseidon sitting next to him, close enough that their knees pressed together, which wasn't necessarily odd because of how many people were squashed onto the log. Nico was being squished by Will on his left.

Harry was getting himself prepared to open his mouth when a huge BOOM rocked the camp. The fire shrunk to little more than embers, and turned a deep purple, while the campers previously joyful singing turned into screams, and the majority rushed to where the disturbance seemed to have come from.

Outside the camp.

People rushed through the gates, past Thalia's tree, and through the quickly thinning trees and leaves people could see smoke, but hardly anyone could hear the excited shouting over the panicked one of the rushing crowd.

Harry didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, following the rush of the crowd, ending up getting lost from both Percy and Nico. They made it to the street outside of the camp, and Harry found himself looking over his shoulder frequently, paranoia taking over.

Gasps and shouts rang out in front of him, and Harry elbowed his way gently through the crowd, working his way to the front. He stopped and his eyes almost popped out of his head in confusion.

There was a giant metal...thing, maybe a dragon, in a giant crater in the middle of the road. Next to it, right on the edge of the indent was Percy and Nico, hugging a man of short stature, with curly hair. Next to him stood a beautiful woman off to the side, dressed in tan pants and a white shirt, which was now covered in soot from the smoking metal dragon. Her strawberry blond hair was on a braid over her shoulder, a headband going around her head holding her bangs back.

She smiled as she watched Percy and Nico hug the shorter man, and Harry snorted at the absolute look of excitement on everyone's faces, even though he himself felt as though he was missing something huge.
A week passed since the arrival of Leo Valdez, back from the dead. Harry had watched some people harass Nico about not being able to sense his death or not, to which Harry stepped in and defended the boy, which seemed to be about the only time anyone paid him any attention.

He was growing frustrated two weeks later. He had learned the story, of course, and understood, but he hadn't been able to get any alone time with Percy since, the sea-eyed boy being preoccupied by Leo. Harry had nothing against Leo. He was an enthusiastic demi-god, and reminded Harry of the twins in a way. Harry just wanted some alone time with Percy.

Harry was no stranger to being pushed in the background. He liked it better, actually, than having so much attention on him, but he wasn't seeking the attention of everyone. He...just wanted Percy's attention.
Harry sighed as he watch Percy and Leo argue about something over the campfire, Nico and Hazel idly chatting, Jason talking quietly with Piper, Will watching Nico longingl- that one stopped him short.

He frowned. I want Percy to look at me like that again, he thought forlornly, before roughly shaking his head. Who was he kidding? What was he even playing at? Relationships weren't for him. He wasn't destined to find love.

Harry got up abruptly and walked away, not bothering to look around to see if anybody was watching him. He knew he'd just anger himself further, watching Percy with his back to him.
He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he was within camp borders, the light of the fire long since faded, the trees around him growing thicker as he climbed slowly up a steep hill. He reached the summit, and sat, panting slightly as he relaxed in the slightly wet grass.

He looked over the view the summit had to offer. Mostly he could just see the lake, but off to the side he could see a ball of pink, which he knew was the campfire.
He rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward and letting his legs lay on the abruptly declining slope under him.
The leaves around him rustled, and Harry sighed.

Son Of Death,
a breath whispered, almost too quiet for Harry to hear. He jerked onto his feet, looking around wildly.

Son Of Death..
.the breath whispered again, a breath against his skin, tingling, and invisible. He twisted and turned, eyes flickering for the voice.

Son Of Death...
it was further off now. Harry's feet stuttered, before he started in a pace towards the voice.

Closer and closer he got. He was at the edge of the border when everything stopped. The breath was gone. The wind no longer rustled the leaves. No noises could be heard, not even the enthusiastic singing of the campers.

He narrowed his eyes at the thin blue line he could hardly see, showing the borders of the camp. He squinted in the darkness. Something moved. Harry staggered back. He shouldn't have followed the voice. He should have ignored it. Following voices never turned out good. He always found some poor soul on the end, petrified. Though, it seemed as though he would be the poor soul this time around…
Something in the distance roared, and Harry's feet stuttered back another few inches. He tripped over a small root, and toppled back.

Into a strong chest, arms wrapping around him firmly. "Son Of Death." The unfamiliar voice whispered against his skin, and Harry pulled furiously at the arms pinned to his sides. If he could only reach his wand.

But the effort seemed futile, as the person holding him dropped something which seemed to be a marble onto the ground, which exploded in a plume of smoke, surrounding and suffocating Harry before his world went back, falling heavily onto the male who had captured him.