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"So.. what we're trying to say is.. is.." Percy gestured helplessly, lost for words.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at him, completely bewildered.

"What?" Harry asked.

Nico shot Percy a dark look, and cleared his throat.

"I believe Percy is trying to reveal who we really are." Nico said, awaiting their reactions.

Ron's eyes widened, "I knew it!" he exclaimed triumphantly, causing others to look at him curiously, "I knew you two were different!."

He sat down with a smug look on his face.

Nico stared at him, "Um.. right." He said, "So anyway, we're er." He paused, looking around to make sure no one was there, "Demigods."

"B-but, h-how? Y-you." Hermione gasped, merely lost for words.

Percy cracked a grin, and stepped in, "That was really smart of you, thinking I'm a Roman demigod. But actually, I'm Greek, so is Nico. We're both Greek demigods."

Harry glanced at Hermione warily, who looked like her eyes were going to burst.

He couldn't blame her, really, if he was as smart as her, and was as used to getting things right as many times as her, he would be lost for words too.

"Are there any more of you? And who are your parents?" Harry asked curiously.

"Hades is my father. My mortal mother is dead." Nico said.

Hermione's eyes widened even further, "Hades, the god of.." she paused, "the Underworld. The one of the Big Three." She said softly, and looked fearfully at Nico.

"Whoa," Ron said, staring at him too, "You mean, the God of where all the dead go, and are raised.

"Are there any more of you?" Harry repeated his question, unfazed. He had seen and heard of weirder things before.

Percy eyed him curiously, "Yeah. Many more. At a camp. Camp Half Blood. There are even Roman ones, at Camp Jupiter."

Hermione looked like she was going to explode.

"Who's your godly parent?" Ron asked.

Percy glanced at Nico for a second, as if considering something.

" I need to talk to Nico for a second." He told them, "Wait here."

Harry watched as he dragged Nico to a corner, and they began conversing with each other.

He watched as Nico began shaking his head and laughing, and Percy smiling helplessly and gesturing with his hands.

Their faces were red with laughter when they came back to talk to the Golden Trio.

"Well, we were thinking if you guys had some way, with like, magic, to see our memories, and us see yours. Then you'll figure out everything." Percy told them.

"Well, there is a way." Harry said, rubbing at his chin, "But it's going to be hard."

"Not that I don't want to see your memories, but why do you want to see ours, and why are we seeing yours in the first place? I thought at first you guys didn't want to reveal who you are, and now you suddenly want to reveal everything?" Hermione asked.

A look of understanding dawned on Percy's face, "Oh right." He said, slapping his forehead, "You see, we have a, er, mission. Basically to destroy Voldemort. You three and us two. Dumbledore told us that Harry and Nico here have to go on some secret mission, and I have to lead Ron and Hermione to fight Death Eaters. In the end we'll all meet up with good old Voldy." Percy told them.

"What makes you think you can lead us?" Ron blurted out without thinking.

But Percy merely smiled," One of the reasons you guys should see my memories as well. Is there a way?"

Harry was still thinking, all eyes were on him. "Yes." He said slowly. "There is, but it's going to be hard."

Percy glanced at Nico, mildly surprised.

"There's something called a pensieve. It's where you can view memories." Harry continued, but after seeing the others' too elated expressions he said," But we only have one pensieve at Hogwarts, and that's at Dumbledore's office."

Only Hermione's shoulders slumped.

"That's easy, I'll break in.." Nico said confidently.

Ron snorted, "How do you plan to do that you little thirteen year-" he was, however, interrupted by Nico disappearing, leaving behind a small trace of black shadows.

Ron, Hermoine, and Harry stared, awestruck at the remaining black shadows.

"I'm over here, guys." Nico's voice came to them, and Harry spun around to see Nico standing behind them.

"How about that?" Percy asked Hermione.

"B-but I thought you couldn't apparate at H-hogwarts?" Hermione asked, looking at Percy, dumbfounded.

Harry looked at her strangely, and then shook his head. This was the second time Hermione had stuttered, which was very perplexing.

Percy gave her his signature crooked grin, which, Harry noted, made Hermione flush, and Ron look angry at her reaction.

"That wasn't your usual apparating. It's called shadow-travelling. Only a son of Hades can do that. " Percy said.

"So, what, you're just going to go grab it and come back?" Ron asked Nico, his face still a little red.

"Right, but where would we put it?" Harry asked.

"The Room of Requirement," Hermione said triumphantly, "But…" her voice faltered, and then she slapped her forehead, "I'm so stupid.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I'm pretty sure that the Room of Requirement would provide us with two pensieves." Hermione explained, and then muttered, "But how I didn't figure it out earlier is beyond me."

"That's brilliant!" Ron said, smiling at her.

"Alright, then, we're ready when you're ready." Percy told them.

Harry thought for a moment, "No." he decided, "It's time for dinner, and I'm tired. Let's do it tommorow."

"Tommorow then." Nico said.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron began heading to dinner, and looked around in confusion when Percy and Nico didn't come.

"You guys aren't coming?" Ron asked.

Nico shook his head, "We aren't hungry."

"Suit yourself then." Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, and the Golden Trio headed for dinner.

They walked and sat down on the corner of the Gryffindor table.

"I've got to use the loo." Ron said, standing up abruptly, and he walked away.

"What was that about, Hermione?" Harry asked between bites of his dinner.

Confused, Hermione asked, "What was what about?"

Harry eyed her curiously, "You know, Percy.."

Hermione turned red, "Oh erm, w-well-"

"It's all right." Harry cut her off hastily, thinking of Ron.

"I'm back." Ron said, brightly, taking his seat next to Harry, and resuming stuffing his face with food.

"Wha'?" he asked, to a still red-faced Hermione, and a bewildered Harry, staring at him.

…

"Alright." Percy whispered. "Nico's gone now. So who here can cast perfect Disillusionment Charms?"

Hermione's hand shot up, much like it did in class.

"Alright, Harry, can you and Ron fit in your cloak?" Percy asked.

Harry stared at him, "How do you know about my cloak?"

Percy winked at him, "I know about your map too." He whispered. "Now can you?"

Harry picked up his invisibility cloak, and threw it over Ron and himself, and stuck his map in his pocket.

"A bit squishy, but fine." Ron said, and put thumbs up that neither Percy or Hermione could see.

"Alright, it's time to go." Percy told them. "Quietly." He added.

Percy tiptoed, and quickly opened the portrait door with a small creak.

He let Hermione, Ron, and Harry move, and then closed the snoring Fat Lady's portrait door quietly behind them.

Percy naturally stepped in front of them, leading them quietly towards the door.

He stopped midway, and held out both of his arms, feeling Hermione, Ron, and Harry bump into them.

"Harry, is there anyone coming?" Percy whispered.

"No." a voice, that Percy guessed was Harry's, responded back to him.

"Alright, keep moving." Percy said.

They walked slowly and quietly, and after about 15 long minutes, they reached an impatient Nico waiting for them there in front of a door.

"Took you long enough," Nico muttered, as Percy and Hermione undid their Disillusionment charms, and Harry and Ron took off the cloak.

Nico opened a door, and the five stepped into a lit, empty room with two penseives

Nico shrugged, "We don't need anything else, and if we need something, it'll appear."

Hermione closed the door, and asked Harry, "How do we do this?"

Harry thought for a moment, remembering the time Slughorn extracted his memory.

"I really don't know." He admitted, and told them about how Slughorn took out his memory.

"Why don't we just ask the room for a book on it?" Ron suggested.

And suddenly, a table with a book appeared.

"Brilliant, Ronald!" Hermione beamed at him, making Ron grin crazily.

Harry picked it up, "All you need to know about Memories and Penseives." He said, opening it up.

Percy put his finger on a spot in the table of contents, "There, page 9, how to extract memories." He said.

Harry flipped the book to the page, and read it aloud. "To exract a memory, one must think of it and release. Think hard of the memory, (or memories, but it's harder that way), and think about the memory(s) leaving you. After you do that, a tear will fall out of your eye. Catch it with a glass vial, or first on your wand, and then in, if you prefer. .Side effects: temporary dizziness, depending on how many memories a wizard or witch extracts at one time. See page 10 about information on how Penseives work." He said.

"Alright, so then.. try it?" Ron said hesitantly.

Percy shrugged, "Why not?"

Hermione scolded them, "C'mon, it might be dangerous to extract all those memories at one time. And difficult, too."

"Well, it can't hurt to try, can it? " Ron said, agreeing with Percy, "Anyway, who will be extracting the memories?"

"I think Percy and Harry. " spoke up Nico, who was silent the entire time, until then.

"Alright, then" Harry said, "Let's start, Percy."

Percy shut his eyes, and tried to remember back when he was twelve.

He smiled as he remembered how innocent and young he was.

He saw himself receiving Riptide, riding the Thrill Ride O' Love with Annabeth, fighting Ares with Riptide, meeting Poseidon for the first time, eating lunch with Tyson at school, watching in awe, on how Tyson was fighting against the monsters at Camp Half Blood.

He remembered retrieving the Golden Fleece, facing off Luke, and showing the Camp that Chiron was innocent, meeting Nico and Bianca for the first time, and Annabeth falling with the manticore.

He remembered how sad he was at that time, and Bianca. He still blamed himself for Bianca's death.

Everything else came flooding to him: Nico leaving Camp, creating a huge jagged line, going into the labyrinth with Grover, Tyson, and Annabeth, blowing up Mount Saint Helen's after a kiss from Annabeth, meeting Calyspo, going back to camp, meeting up with Rachel again, fighting on the Princess Andromeda with Beckendorf, who died, yet another death that Percy blamed himself for. The final battle, in which Luke stabbed himself to kill Kronos, the underwater kiss with Annabeth, being abducted, going to the Roman Camp, and not remembering anything, laughing with Frank and Hazel, going on the quest with them, and meeting Death. Falling into Tartarus with Annabeth, and leading her, with a broken ankle, past monsters, and finally defeating Gaea with the other six demigods.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and dropped to one knee.

Everything was blurry and his head was dizzy.

He heard distorted voices, and hands lifting him up.

Suddenly everything came clear to him, and a tear fell out of his eye.

"Get a vial, get a vial!" Nico yelled, and Hermione picked up a glass vial that had magically appeared on a table, and quickly caught it from Percy's face.

She stroked his cheek affectionately, and hugged him.

"Are you okay?, " she asked tenderly.

Percy groaned and coughed, "Yeah, I'm fine." He said, "Go help Harry, Nico will help me." He said, gesturing to Harry, with Ron holding him.

Ron was looking at Hermoine with hurt clearly on his face.

Hermione hurried there, and Ron looked at Percy with anger.

Nico knelt next to Percy, "You alright, Perce?" he asked.

Percy managed a weak grin, "Yeah, but Ron isn't." he said

Nico grinned back, "Yeah, should I-"

"Don't you dare mention that to Annabeth." Percy intervened, "Now I need water.

Suddenly, a glass of water appeared next to him.

The other four watched as Percy poured the water on him, and regained his strength.

He stood up, and flexed his muscles, "All better." He said cheerfully. "You okay, Harry?" he asked.

Harry shook his head weakly, "Far from it." And he was.

He had closed his eyes, and remembered everything as well, but the memory of Cedric had come back to haunt him.

And even after he had finished watching all of his main memories in his head, it had suddenly converted into a different memory.

A memory that he didn't remember witnessing.

"No! Please not Harry! Please not Harry!" a woman's voice sobbed.

No, Harry thought to himself desperately, no, please not this!

Harry watched in his cradle as the bald man cast the Killing Curse on his the redhead that had been his mother.

His mother fell to the ground, next to his dead father.

He watched as Voldemort approached him.

He looked at the two red slits of the man that had killed his parents.

Tom Marvolo Riddle raised his wand, and uttered the two infamous words once again. Avada Kedavra.

Harry watched as it struck his forehead, and it rebounded to Voldemort who had supposedly died.

He cried. He cried as a baby in the memory, but watching it now, in his head, he felt the real emotion of his teenage self.

And then he had opened his eyes.

He watched as Hermione hugged Percy, and Ron's incredulous face.

Really, Hermione was oblivious.

Now, he sat up, and shook his head. "Water." He croaked.

Hermione picked up a glass of water and gave it to him.

He raised it to his lips, and drank it.

It didn't give him nearly as much strength as it did to Percy, but he was good enough to stand up.

Ron help up the glass vial with Harry's tear, and looked up at additional tears that were falling on Harry's face.

"More memories?" Ron asked, confused.

Harry silently shook his head, and said, "I'm going to kill that bastard one day, alright guys."

The other four looked at him, and nodded their heads,

"Now let's get on with the memories.

Percy took Harry's glass vial, and Harry took Percy's.

Percy and Nico stood on the left Penseive, and the Golden Trio stood on the right.

"Ready?" Percy asked them. "Go."

Percy uncorked the vial, and dropped the tear into the penseive.

He and Nico put their heads in, and suddenly, they were pulled into it.

Percy closed his eyes while witnessing this particular feeling he decided he did not like.

When he opened them, he found he and Nico were inside a small cupboard.

And on a bed, was a very small, extremely skinny boy with green eyes that had just opened to the sound of a woman calling him.

The boy got up, and put glasses on, and Percy and Nico gaped as they saw it was a younger version of Harry Potter.

As Harry's memories progressed, Percy found himself wondering why Harry had denied Slytherin.

If he were him, he would have gone to the place that he belonged too.

But anyway, he watched highlight's of Harry's life.

He began laughing when he saw Voldemort's face on the back of Quirrel's head.

Nico stared at him, and had shaken his head, "You're weird, Percy."

Percy had then retorted, "Nope. You're weird for not being like me"

He watched as Harry had fought, and commited acts of bravery countless times, and was impressed.

Then, they felt a now familiar feeling go to them, and their heads came out of the Penseive.

They looked at chalk white Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Wow." Ron managed to say.

"Yeah." Nico said, "Harry, you've had an interesting life."

"No kidding." Harry replied, "Did you see…" he hesitated.

"Yeah." Percy said, "It wasn't your fault, Harry. Cedric, it wasn't your fault."

Harry's shoulders sagged a little, "I know." He said quietly, "And I know you understand. I watched your memories. Your prophecy, and everything, You and Nico have been through and suffered much more than we did." He looked up at them, "We're sorry for doubting you.

Percy waved it off, "It's alright. And being through all that stuff.. not necessarily a good thing."

"But you're a son of Poseidon. And you did all those things. You went to Tartarus, you fought so many monsters. You met the gods. " Hermione said, overwhelmed.

"Y-yeah." Ron stuttered, "W-we saw you with all that p-power. All this time, you could have done that to us."

Percy shook his head, "No way. I only do that to the people who hurt my friends."

Harry studied him, "I can see why you were deadlocked between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. I wish I had that kind of loyalty. But you're in Gryffindor, because I suppose it's brave to be loyal."

Percy scratched his neck, "I never thought of it that way. Huh."

Nico rolled his eyes," Don't give him a big head."

"And you." Ron said, as if suddenly seeing him, "I didn't know you could call up the dead!" he said in terror.

"Oh yeah." Nico said, smirking, "I can call up dead spiders too."

Ron's eyes widened in further terror.

Percy nudged Nico, "Don't listen to him." He told Ron.

"What do we do now?" Harry asked.

Nico's face turned back to its usual grim and serious state. "You and me, Harry. We have to go destroy Horcruxes."

Harry's eyes widened, "Really?"

"What about us?" Hermione asked.

"Percy's going to lead you two to battle right now. The Death Eaters are invading Hogwarts." A familiar voice came to their ears.

Once again, Dumbledore was standing inside the Room of Requirement with other students using it.

Percy shook his head, "How do you do that?"

Dumbledore smiled, "It is time, young wizards, and witch, and fellow demigods. Harry, and Nico, it is time to go. And Percy, you must go and fight the Death Eaters. I fear my time for passing is very, very soon."

Ron gaped at the Headmaster, "Fellow demigods? Fellow?" he blurted out.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Yes, Mr. Weasley. I am the demigod son of the minor goddess Hecate, founder of magic, at your service. Now, Harry, and Nico, I fear you must hurry. Percy and Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley will meet you in the end for the final standoff." He promised, "But the next few days will be chaos. It is up to you, save our world, Harry Potter, and Percy Jackson."

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