"PERCY!" cried Annabeth, who was standing over him. He was lying on a cold floor in what looked like a cellar. He sat up and felt himself being pulled into a bear hug.

"When they hit you with that spell, I- I thought…Oh Gods, Seaweed Brain don't ever scare me like that again!" said Annabeth, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

"We told you, Annabeth, it was just a stunning spell" said a girl behind Annabeth. She had long, dirty blond hair and large, misty eyes. She was thin as a stick; it looked like she had not eaten for weeks. "He was just unconscious, not dead." She continued.

"Where are we?" I said, looking around. They were definitely in a cellar of some sort, but it seemed to be lit by a dozen miniature suns floating in the air. Huddled in the corner was a frail old man and across the room, was another boy with a bruised and bloodied face, sitting next to a strange, short creature lying on the ground. Near the bolted door at the far side of the cellar, Harry and Ron were desperately searching for an exit.

Annabeth quickly summed up what had happened, how their captors had found out who harry was, and took him to this manor, where he Voldemort supposedly had his headquarters. They were about to call him when a lady, whose name was Bellatrix Lestrange, had spotted the sword Harry, Ron and Hermione had and had taken Hermione for questioning. In the cellar, they had met their fellow prisoners, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Mr. Ollivander, and a goblin, Griphook.

"Wait a second!" I said, a detail from the dream coming back to me, "That sword they carry around, that's the sword Harry killed the snake with!" Annabeth simply looked confused at this comment, but when Harry heard him say it, he turned around quickly.

"How do you know that?!" he asked.

"I, uh…" But Harry's attention was quickly drawn away as an earsplitting scream could be heard from above them.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron cried, pounding his fists on the wall.

"I'm going to ask you again, where did you get this sword, WHERE?!" said a voice from upstairs.

"We found it-we found it-PLEASE!" the sound of Hermione's screams filled the cellar.

I stood up and ran to the door, where Harry and Ron were still trying to look for an exit. There was a heavy padlock on the front, and a wooden bolt on the outside, both of which could be broken by celestial bronze. I felt inside my pocket, but my pen still hadn't reappeared.

"You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault in Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!"

Another scream from above.

"What else did you take?! ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!"

I saw Harry look around in desperation, and then grabbed the small pouch that he sometimes wore around his neck and dumped out the content. Nothing useful came out, just a broken wand, a tiny golden ball, and a shard of a mirror. He grabbed the shard of mirror, and Percy could have sworn he saw Harry's reflected green eye replaced by a piercing blue one.

"Help us!" Harry shouted at the mirror, "We're in the cellar of Malfoy Manor, help us!"

The blue eye blinked, and was then gone.

"How did you get into my vault?!" Percy heard Bellatrix scream, 'How did you get this sword!?

"It's-It's a copy, it's a copy!" screamed Hermione

"A copy?" screeched Bellatrix, "A likely story!"

"But we can find that out easily!" said a second voice Percy didn't recognize. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not."

Harry dashed across the cellar and began to whisper frantically into the goblins ear, probably beseeching him to say the sword was fake. Someone was approaching the door, the one named Draco.

"Stand back!" he said, his voice shaking, "Don't try anything or I'll kill you!"

Everyone did as they were bidden except for Percy, Nico, and Annabeth, who defiantly stood their ground.

"Get back!" Ron half demanded, half pleaded. "If Griphook says the swords a fake, they'll stop torturing Hermione!" He sounded as though that one action was all he had ever wanted. Reluctantly, the three half-bloods obeyed. With a click of Ron's machine, all the lights went out just as the door opened. A pale boy walked in, his wand held out in front of him. He seized the goblin by the arm and dragged him out of the cellar, bolting the door behind him.

At that moment, a loud crack echoed through the cellar. Ron clicked his machine, revealing a small, goblin-like creature that had apperated into their midst. It was about as tall as Percy's knees and had huge, bat –like ears and tennis ball shaped eyes.

"DOBB-" Annabeth slammed her hand over Ron's mouth to keep him from yelling.

"Who-What is that?!" she asked.

"Dobby, the house elf." Said Ron shortly and he hurried over to Harry who was crouched down, talking to the elf.

"And you can take Humans with you?' He was asking. The elf nodded.

"Right" said Harry "I want you to grab Luna, Dean, and and take them-take them to-"

"Bill and Fleurs" Ron finished. He hurriedly gave the elf an address and argued with Luna and Dean, who both wanted to stay and help. Percy couldn't help but be reminded of some of the younger campers who were barley over eleven years old and had wanted to help fight Kronos in the last war. As soon as they had apperated away with a loud crack, a voice could be heard upstairs,

"What was that!? Did you hear that? Wormtail, go check on the prisoners" said the voice.

"We'll have to tackle him!" whispered Annabeth.

"Shouldn't be too hard" said Nico, "He's outnumbered, five to one."

"Stand Back!" said a wheezy voice outside the door, "I'm coming in!" No one stood back. The door swung open, and for a second, the man in the entrance just stared at the five prisoners facing him. Then, in less than a second, he was overpowered with Nico's firm hand clamped over his mouth.

"What is it Wormtail?" called a voice from above.

"Nothing!" said Ron in a passable imitation of Wormtail's voice, "All's fine!" he continued as he wrestled Wormtail's wand out of his hand.

"Tie him up" said Percy, heading for the exit. He, Harry, Ron, Annabeth and Nico bolted up the stairs. From above, Percy could hear the goblin's reedy voice saying "No, this sword is a fake"

Three more flights of steps to go,

"Are you sure," said Ballatrix's voice, "Quite sure?"

"Yes" said the goblin.

Two more flights

"Good," said Bellatrix "And now, we call the dark lord!"

Harry stopped mid-step on the last flight of stairs, clutching his scar, clearly in agony.

"Harry! Are you okay?" said Annabeth

"Yes," he said, straightening up, "I'm fine! Let's go!"

"I think," said Bellatrix's voice, "we can dispose of this Mudblood. Greyback, feast on her if you want her."

"NOOOOOOOO!" Ron shouted, bursting through the doorway first and running to Hermione who was pale and limp.

The battle was a blur of spells and blades. Annabeth and Nico had regained their weapons and I was using Riptide to its full capability. It seemed to go on forever until I heard the crack of the elf appearing. We all held on to him just as Bellatrix threw a knife at our disappearing forms.