"Half Human?"
"Demigod, sir," Snape answered.
Voldemort stroked Lucius's wand.
"Interesting," He murmured.
The Death Eaters haven't heard of Greek Mythology.
"My faithful servants," Voldemort purred, "There is something in the muggle world called 'Greek Mythology."
"Muggles!" Bellatrix hissed, "repulsive!"
"Disgustin'!" Another one spat.
"Yes, yes. But, I suppose it's real."
Voldemort stared at his wand.
"There is a war god I'm fond of," Voldemort whispered, "Severus, Bellatrix and Dolohov. Summon him. Convince him of a war."
"War?" Bellatrix grinned, "perfect. When, m'lord?"
"Soon. Tomorrow. Whilst you all are summoning him, the rest of us will bind a plan to kill the Potter boy."
They had a plan. Not just intrude, fight, kill, and attempt to capture.
No.
They had an actual, mind-blowing plan that's complex.
They were invincible.
Neville stared at Luna; her hair caressed her pale shoulder. Her large, bright blue eyes were focused on writing; and Neville felt something crept inside him.
Gryffindor bravery.
He wanted to grab her shoulders, cup her face, and kiss her.
But, he couldn't.
"Luna," He said, sighing, "Can we-"
Suddenly, a conch horn blew.
"Let's go," Luna suggested, "or we'll be late on the news."
Neville nodded furiously, and Luna hauled him outside, her braid slapping against her waist.
"Have you seen the new Percy Jackson boy?" Luna asked.
Neville nodded.
"He looks astonishingly like Harry, doesn't he? Except... different."
Neville shrugged.
"I suppose so."
"Ginny likes him," Luna observed, "she thinks Perseus is handsome."
"How do you know?"
"I'm observant. Perhaps because he looks like Harry-"
"He sort of does," Neville noted, agreeing with Luna.
"C'mon, Neville, or we'll be late for the pudding."
Percy
I craned my neck, looking for Annabeth. There she was, her blonde hair scooped into a high ponytail, as always; curls exploding from her ponytail.
She looked radiant; happier than before.
She caught my glance, smirked, and sauntered off, plopping down near the campfire.
Wait. What the? She's up to something, I concluded quickly.
She seems happy.
"Campers," Chiron said, a smile creeping on his face, "The Olympians are not happy with wizards staying here-" Some campers sniggered.
A wizard yelled out, "Oi! I don't want to be stuck in this slimy, dirty camp either!"
Chiron merely laughed.
"No, no. But the other half, like Athena-" Annabeth flinched "-Ares, Aphrodite, etc., feel like it's important to have their children interact with another race."
"Race?" Nico whispered.
I shrugged.
"So. We have decided to plan a ball for the students. From my knowledge, the Hogwarts students had a ball before."
He smiled.
"This is The Eve Ball. Another Christmas ball for students."
People gasped excitedly.
Camp Half Blood never has had a ball.
My heart thumped; this is the time to apologise to Annabeth.
I blocked out what Chiron continued on babbling; who cared?
Finally, we were dismissed; but before I could reach Annabeth, people collided, pleading to go to the ball.
"Annabeth," I gasped, but she was far away, people blocking my way.
I saw Clarisse smile at a small, short boy.
"Seamus, is it?" She purred, "I used to have a boyfriend, Chris, but he's too... manly. I like my men Irish."
Suddenly, my knees buckled, and I toppled over.
"Ouch!" Cried a soft voice, and I opened my eyes, to see myself on a beautiful redhead, the smell of jasmine caressing my nose...
"Sorry," I apologised, "I'm just in a hurry."
"Me too," She smiled faintly.
"Ginny Weasley."
"Percy Jackson."
Please don't ask me out, please don't ask me out, please don't...
She shook my head, and craned her neck. She ran out my way, towards someone...
Finally, I saw a flash of blonde hair and a long necklace.
"Annabeth!" I gasped, clasping on her wrist before she could go, "I'm sorry."
She whirled around.
"Oh. Percy."
"Annabeth, I'm so sorry. Please."
"Percy, you're just an overconfident douche. You just don't want to be dateless to the ball, eh?"
"No, that's-"
"Save it," She spat.
She looked so gorgeous; her hair blonde, her eyes dancing around, taking me in. Her hair looked shiny against the silver moonlight.
"Who asked you out?" I asked curiously.
"Ronald Weasley," She grunted, "now, please, get out of my way."
My face fell, my heart crashing down.
She is over me. We're through-forever.
I slumped down against my cabin door, feeling lost.
Feeling envious.
"Lord Ares," Snape's robes were billowing around him.
Bellatrix looked wild; her hair was whirling around her face; she wore all black, her wand clasped in her hand.
"Do it more discreetly," She hissed at Snape.
Dolohov was wandering around, dressed in muggle clothing; he was disguised as a normal, chubby taxi driver. Hinting he was Dolohov, he had a flask of Polyjuice, and he clutched it around.
He was to drive them around with Ares in the backseat.
"I'm sorry," Severus snapped back, "but aren't I the half-blood? I have a muggle in my family, you despicable witch, I'd know about Greek Mythology, I'd know about dressing like a muggle; you clearly do not!"
Severus exhaled, and clutched a golden drachma.
"I propose to you an offer!"
At first, nothing happened.
But then, suddenly, people started clearing out the filled streets of New York city; something slipped their mind, for example, if they wanted to try the new Enlargement Pretzel Roll at the new mall; or they figured they had to go to an appointment.
"What's happening?" Bellatrix whispered.
"Ares is working his magic."
Suddenly, someone swaggered from the corner, and walk to their direction; he wore black, leather jeans, combat boots, a leather duster, a muscle shirt, a bulletproof vest, and sunglasses.
"Ares at your service," He boomed, and appeared next to Severus.
"Wizards, eh? My first offerers. You punks usually want more magic-like Merlin."
"Merlin was a wonderful wizard," Bellatrix snapped, "I do not care if you are a god or not!"
Ares took in Bellatrix.
"Are you my daughter?" He asked.
"Of course not! I'm a pureblood witch, I come from the Black family; I live to serve Lord Voldemort!"
"Lord Voldemort?"
Bellatrix cackled, but Severus silenced her.
"Lord Voldemort has a boy to catch."
"Demigod?" Ares asked.
"No. Wizard."
A taxi beeped, and Dolohov held up a bottle.
"We must go in," Severus told him, and ushered him into the taxi.
The doors shut with a flick of Bellatrix's wand.
"There was a war, sixteen years ago," Severus explained, "Lord Voldemort started it. He's the darkest, and-"
"Best wizard ever," Bellatrix snarled. "He is the perfect wizard!"
"True. He did amazing things. He's killed many people, like Muggles-"
"Non Magic folk. I've been watching you pulps," Ares growled.
"Yes. I suppose."
Severus stroked his robes.
"He attempted to kill a boy, Harry Potter, but it backfired-"
"From ancient love! That mudblood Lily Potter sacrificed herself to that despicable, dirty Half-Blood!" Bellatrix snarled, and Severus's jaw clenched when she mentioned Lily.
"Demigod, you mean?" Ares asked.
"No. Half blood. His mother was a... a... mudblood. His father was a pureblood."
Ares nodded, beckoning him to go on.
"Anyways, he possesses... magical powers. He's manage to survive Avada Kedavra, a killing curse; no one has survived it, except him. He's escaped Voldemort's clutches for-"
"Five years," Bellatrix sneered.
"The thing is," Snape continued, ignoring Bellatrix, "we have an idea to propose."
"And it is?"
"Voldemort wants to become immortal. He has these things, called 'horcruxes'."
"Horcruxes? I've heard of 'em. You little pulp witches and wizards attempted to split your soul."
"He's done it seven times."
Ares nearly spat out a Diet Coke he made appear.
"Seven? Why isn't that little wannabe dead?"
"How dare-"
"Silence," Severus snapped.
"He isn't dead because he's a great wizard. He has no regret. He has kept his soul in seven different objects. Hufflepuff's cup-"
"Severus! Do not share-"
"He could easily ask Zeus to know more, you see he's curious now that I've revealed his intentions," Severus snarled at Bellatrix.
"I'll tell him later, if that'll keep your knickers in place, once we trust him-"
"Hey, punks," Ares barked, "I'm the god of War!"
"Nice to boast, I'm a Death Eater, the Master of Death and War, your point?" Bellatrix sneered.
Ares smirked. "I like this girl."
"Back to topic, you are bloodthirsty on war. It may so happen that there will be a war, as long as you help."
The taxi had stopped in front of a hill; but Severus knew better.
Since he possessed magical abilities, he saw past that enchantment; he saw a camp, a campfire, people talking excitedly, and a centaur.
Bellatrix grinned at Chiron, though he couldn't see her.
She knew his secret.
"We have other allies helping us; giants, Dementors-they are immortal creatures who suck out your soul and make you relive your darkest, and scariest memories-etc. But we need more. It isn't enough; Harry Potter has more."
Ares grinned.
"You've come to the right guy! Here in America, we have... some other allies. Titans who want to fight once more, gods willing to turn against their brothers..."
"Splendid," Bellatrix chirped, "We shall meet them... when?"
Ares's face darkened.
"I have a piece of crap of a father, Zeus," He said, "I'm thirsty to get my revenge on them. They... they... did something to one of my children, forcing someone to create a prophecy... I'll do anything to get them back. Revenge."
Bellatrix smirked slightly.
"Why don't you take it out? War? I've heard last time they barely escaped. We need to get the demigods out the way," She coaxed softly, "I've heard about Gaea, Ouranos, and Pontos... pre-Olympian gods... they'll be itching for revenge; Gaea will awaken her husband, pleading for forgiveness..."
Ares smirked as he pieced together his plan aloud.
"She'll create a war, just to kill the demigods for revenge on Zeus... Pontos will get Poseidon, flooding everywhere..."
"That does it, then," Bellatrix said, "I'll just press the dark mark-"
"No," Snape said suddenly, "We must have a better plan. I'm a Professor at Hogwarts; you could use a Polyjuice Potion-"
"That'll take a month to brew!" Bellatrix complained.
"I am a Potions master, Bella, I excel in Potions. I know how to speed it up. You'll take form of Professor Sprout. We'll need to spy on that Potter boy."
"And, perhaps, another one. Percy Jackson." Ares smirked, "I told him I'll get my revenge. And I will."