just so you know, all the spells in this story are actually spells in the books, i don't make them up

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CHAPTER THREE~PERCY

I shriek, covering my eyes. "Get your ugly baby away from me!"

I hear a more-confident voice yell: "Avada Kedavera!"

My hands fly away from my face and I drop to the ground, the green light passing over my head.

"Whoa," I say under my breath. Did the baby (the really, really ugly one) shoot that? It was much faster than the madman's and I felt it shoot over my head.

"Who are you?" the creepy thing hisses.

"I'm Nobody," I say, then resist smiling at the old joke.

"You are speaking to Lord Voldemort, you shall tell the truth," the voice demands.

"Wait a sec," I say out loud. "That's Voldemort? From the…"

Then I remember, from when Annabeth had forced me to watch the fourth movie, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, that Voldemort was an ugly thing that was like, barely human in that one.

"Oh, from the fourth movie," I finish, nodding as I get it.

The room almost freezes.

"Movie?" the madman seems confused. "Is that a spell?"

"Oh yes," I suddenly get an amazing idea. I snap my fingers behind my back, manipulating the Mist to form me a stick… I mean a wand. Whatever.

I bring the wand forward, forcing a look on my face of complete insanity and I cackle manically. "Movie." I say powerfully, and it takes all my willpower not to smile or laugh. Stupid wizards. And they think Muggles aren't in the know.

The madman flinches, covering his head and I take that moment to sprint to the door, throw it open and take off down the staircase, flying down the old wooden stairs (not literally, that's Jason's thing).

I'd dropped my Mist wand somewhere, but it was probably gone now anyway.

I find myself on the bottom floor, with the madman shooting spells from above as he chases me.

I'm frantic. Not afraid, but I'm not exactly sure where I am.

I dodge one of the lights (spells, whatever), and I feel around for Riptide.

I hear the madman get to the bottom floor, and it's completely dark.

My eyes adjust slightly and I can just barely see him standing at the bottom of the stairs, listening for me.

"Foolish boy," he growls. "You think you're so powerful. But you will die. Especially when the Dark Lord rises. You will be hunted down, and killed, right after Harry Potter."

I creep quickly up to where I'm right in front of the wizard. In milliseconds, Riptide is at his throat and I hiss: "I am Nobody. I am Everybody. I am your worst nightmare. You will not find me until the exact moment I wish it. Harry Potter is under my protection. You will die long before he does."

The light from Riptide's glow slightly illuminates just our faces.

I glare my best at him and he actually whimpers, dropping his wand from his shaky hand. Before he can realize what's going on, I re-cap Riptide, snatch his wand, and dart quickly into a nearby room.

I close the door, and it's pitch-black for a moment, before my eyes adjust to the room.

Quickly, I search for an exit, hearing the madman thump around in the main room.

I spot a window, with the pane already broken. The wind whips through the frame that's lined with jagged glass points. The moonlight outside is dull and doesn't light up the room much, but in a few seconds, I dodge a bed and a small table and find myself next to the frame. I'm debating jumping out.

"WHERE HAVE YOU GONE BOY? GIVE ME MY WAND BACK, *BLEEEEEEEEEEEEP*!" he roars, and I can hear him slamming through the doors, looking for me.

I make a split-second decision, and run back into the other room. I immediately spot the madman's figure and I grab him around the neck, after quickly returning my sword and his wand to my pockets.

"I am Percy Jackson." I growl menacingly. "I will kill you one day, but you will never touch Harry Potter. You will try to rise Voldemort, but you won't succeed. I will haunt you, I will torture you, and until the day I kill you, you will be miserable. I am no wizard. I am no Muggle. I am a nightmare. I am your nightmare." My words fade into a hiss at just the right moment.

I whip out my sword and slice him across the neck, leaving a cut that wasn't fatal, but would leave a scar.

This would be an awesome time to have the ability to shadow travel, but obviously I can't do that.

So instead I only make it look like I've disappeared by manipulating the Mist to cover me.

"Good-bye, Bartemius Crouch Junior," I spit the words with hate, though I'm internally proud I remembered his name from the movie. "We will meet again."

In truth, I just turn and walk out of there, but to him, he saw a creepy, insane guy who just said he would haunt him forever, until his death, then sole his wand, then disappeared.

Creepy was what I was going for.

I mean they can't be actual, wizards, right? It's just a silly book, so they're just die-hard (really hard) fans, with really good props.

But… I glance at the slight blood dripping down my sword.

Celestial Bronze cut him. He's a demigod.

…or is he something else?

I walk out onto the lawn, still shrouded in the Mist.

I look across a huge yard, and I can see, far away, a small town, lit up slightly. I glance at the wand that's sticking out of my pocket.

As I walk across the field, towards the town, I take the wand out.

I smirk, looking at it. It's simple and black, with a single line carved into the surface that spirals around the wand from tip to tip.

"I wonder," I say, curiosity dominating my voice. With another smirk, I point in front of me and say one of my favorite spells:

"Bombarda Maxima!" in the way that Annabeth made me/taught me to do it.

An explosion erupts from the tip of the wand and explodes across the huge field.

I stand there in shock, staring at the wand in awe.

What kinda frickin' Harry Potter merchandise was available out there? An actual wand?

I was suddenly glad Annabeth had made me memorize so many spells.

"Periculum." I say, just to test out the wand. On cue, red sparks shoot from the wand.

Then I realize this'll blow my cover and ruin the whole freaking-out-Barty-and-Voldy thing, so I hold the wand, not trusting it in my pocket, and I run as fast as I can out of the field, towards the town, and away from Lord Voldemort.

Meanwhile, back in the forest, before Perseus Jackson even left the woods...

HARRY

"Mad, though," Hermione says, referring to the Death Eaters that had/are marching through the campsites and woods, setting things on fire, "to do something like that when the whole Ministry of Magic's out here tonight! I mean, how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking, or are they just–"

She halts her speech abruptly, and looks back over her shoulder. Ron and I glance around, too. It sounds like someone was staggering through the trees. I listen for a moment longer. Someone's on the path, too.

"Hello?" I call.

I scramble quickly to my feet and peer around through the trees.

Then suddenly: "MORSEMORDE!" something green appears from the spot I was trying to see, and it flies over the treetops, into the dark night sky.

"What the–" Ron gasps, jumping to his feet.

But I'm distracted. I hear a voice, someone who hadn't uttered the spell, shout: "Hey, you!"

I snatch Hermione's wand and whisper: "Lumos Maxima!"

The bright light comes on in time for me to see the obviously evil spell-shooter and a boy, of about eighteen, spring onto him.

The boy's face seems to burn into my memory, that split-second of his shock, but determination. His eyes had been sea-green and fierce, his raven black hair had fallen into his face, the sweat on his brow making them stick to his forehead.

Before they disappear.

I realize I didn't see the evil guy. But the boy's face for that one moment is like a picture taken by my mind.

As the light from the wand fades, I stand paralyzed.

Had that boy just saved my life?

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