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I know it's been a while, but I'm back and better than ever! I just want to say thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I'm so happy that the story is getting such amazing feedback!

Also- Is no one going to say anything about Noah managing to tame LADON? I mean, not even Heracles could do it!

I'll keep this author's note short and simple when I say….

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Percy Jackson belongs to Uncle Rick.

Annabeth Chase saw red. Her vision tunneled, focusing only on the female Titaness who stood over her Seaweed Brain's limp and twitching body.

Percy had launched himself at Polymmia. The Titaness had, as swift as a cheetah, slipped under his strike and placed a figure to his forehead. Percy had crumpled instantaneously; his eyes rolled back, his body began to shake.

Annabeth flew at Polymmia, completely ignoring Lucy's feeble cries; her teeth bared. Drawing her shining bronze blade, she rolled under an oncoming fireball and came up behind her adversary. She flipped the knife in her palm and attacked with a strike towards the center spine.

But something stopped her.

Annabeth suddenly found herself on the ground, the hilt of her sword dug into her side; Polymmia's chiseled and manicured face smirking at her from above. The architect's own blade had been turned against her, grazing the delicate skin of the blonde's neck.

"My offer still stands, Daughter of Athena," the Titaness hissed, "stand down and come quietly… or suffer the consequences."

The chosen of Athena gulped inwardly.

Just over her adversary's shoulder, she could see the faint outlines of her two friends being surrounded by a group of a dozen or so dracaena. She could sense their fear from fifteen feet away. Percy let out an unintelligible cry of pain. Annabeth's heart practically ripped in half.

Her heart was screaming at her to attack, to rip Polymmia into shreds for hurting Percy, while her brain, ever calm, told her to comply with the demands and figure out an escape plan later.

Annabeth gritted her teeth. "Fine," she spat. "Fine…. Just don't hurt them."

Polymmia smiled wickedly, her grip on the girl loosened slightly. "You made a wise choice, Daughter of Athena."

The Titaness motioned at the monsters; she then reached down and grabbed the golden hilt of Annabeth's sword and pulled it free. The girl gasped as the blade came free, cutting into her skin, creating a long gash down her leg.

"Bitch," she hissed out.

Polymmia ignored her and flicked a wrist towards Percy. A cloud of flame appeared underneath his unconscious form, lifting him into the air. She turned back to Annabeth.

"Start walking blondie or your friends die."

"Somethings wrong."

Jason, Frank, Hazel, and the rest of the Senate Room's occupants turned to the Ambassador to Pluto.

"What do you mean something's wrong?" Rena asked him quickly, her tone like steel.

Nico paled, his pupils dilating. "Percy," he panted. "Something's wrong with him." His voice was tight.

The Son of Hades met his cousin's eyes. They were full of fear. Jason nodded.

"I'll take Frank and Hazel and scout the area," he said, turning to the two centurions.

Reyna cut him with a glare. "You have no-"

"He is the Pontifex Maximus Reyna, he has all the authority needed to issue a quest," Frank stepped in, coming to the ex- centurion's defense.

Reyna clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides, before responding slowly. "Fine, take Hazel and Frank with you. The Amazons will meet you at the mountain in two days' time."

Jason loosed a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The last thing he needed was to be thrown into the Tiber.

"The…. The Amazons?" Frank stammered. "B-bu-but how? It'll take them days to get here, and-"

"They're on their way. They've been on their way for the past week. "Reyna dared the others to ask. Thankfully, no one did.

*"O Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Hylla, Queen of the Amazons."

The mist in front of Reyna shimmered and shifted. The figure of the Amazonian Queen came into focus.

Reyna breathed in relief. Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, the Roman Praetor raised her voice.

"Hylla."

The older girl turned, the harsh lines of her regal face melted into a soft smile at the sight of her sister.

"Reyna!" Hylla's expression changed to worry at the sight of the Praetor's tear-streaked face. "Are you alright? What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

Hylla Ramirez-Arellano had always been protective of her little sister. Ever since their father had started… changing, slowly going mad, she had tried to shield Reyna from harm. It had become harder once the two had gone their separate ways; Reyna to Camp Jupiter and Hylla to lead the Amazons, but the older girl did her best.

Reyna shook her head. "I think… I think I might have ruined everything."

And so, Reyna told her sister everything, from the beginning, when Annabeth Chase had entered the Senate Room with two new half-bloods, until her own snapping at the girl. She paused only to breathe and pop a jelly bean into her mouth.

Reyna told her of the new prophecy and of Mount Othrys rising. The Daughter of Bellona left no detail in the dark.

"Rey," Hylla said once her sister had finished. Reyna flinched inwardly. No one had called her "Rey" since Puerto Rico. "I am sure Annabeth will forgive you. I believe once she hears your side of the story, she will understand. Do not fret."

The Amazons' face shifted into a more serious look. "As for the Titan's threat, I will send a force. It will take us a few days, however. Just breathe Reyna, all will be well."

Reyna forced a smile at her sister before she waved a hand through the mist curtain and the connection broke.*

Noah threw himself into the heavy door for what seemed umpteenth time.

The three friends had been thrown, quite unceremoniously, into a dark room made of black marble. As far as he could see, the only entrance or exit was the door he was currently trying to break down, their only source of light, being the torch on the wall which blazed with a green fire.

The Son of Thanatos didn't know how much time had passed. The only thing he knew for certain was the Percy Jackson was not dead. And no matter how many times he would repeat this truth to Annabeth, she would shake her head and whisper "not again" or she would yell various curses and insults at the ceiling.

Lucy came up next to him. "You ok?" She asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Noah bit his lip, but nodded all the same. Annabeth was too busy stressing over Percy, so him and Lucy would need to plan their escape. He knew Lucy knew it too.

"Did you manage to get through to her?" He asked.

Lucy shook her head; her chocolate-colored hair tumbled in faint down her back. "I think you'll have better luck. I'll work on the door."

The Daughter of Hermes watched him go; his auburn hair gleamed, like the golden blade that had been strapped to her waist, in the harsh green light.

She watched as he knelt beside their friend, soothing her with delicate and calming words. The soft tenors of his voice drifted over Lucy, sending shivers down her spine, making her insides turn to jelly and making her want to melt into his arms.

Yes, call her cliché; call her a fool, but Lucy Harrison was in love with her best friend. Ever since ninth grade she had been harboring feelings towards him. It started when he invited her over to his house for a 'Harry Potter' movie marathon to celebrate the end of the school year.

Lucy exhaled softly, smiling at the memory before turning to face the problem at hand, getting out of this gods-forsaken room.

The girl examined the solid block of marble before her. There was no lock, keyhole, or anything for that matter to show how the door could be opened.

How can you open a door that can't be opened? A scene from Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince slid into her mind.

*"Thank you," said Harry gratefully, but Dumbledore had already turned his attention back to the solid cave wall. He did not try any more magic, but simply stood there staring at it intently, as though something extremely interesting was written on it. Harry stayed quite still; he did not want to break Dumbledore's concentration.

Then, after two solid minutes, Dumbledore said quietly, "Oh, surely not. So crude."

"What is it, Professor?"

"I rather think," said Dumbledore, putting his uninjured hand inside his robes and drawing out a short silver knife of the kind Harry used to chop potion ingredients, "that we are required to make payment to pass."

"Payment?" said Harry. "You've got to give the door something?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "Blood, if I am not much mistaken."

"Blood?"

"I said it was crude," said Dumbledore, who sounded disdainful, even disappointed, as though Voldemort had fallen short of higher standards Dumbledore expected. "The idea, as I am sure you will have gathered, is that your enemy must weaken him- or herself to enter. Once again, Lord Voldemort fails to grasp that there are much more terrible things than physical injury."

Could this door have the same concept? Lucy didn't hesitate before pulling a bobby pin out of her hair and removing the plastic coating form the metal. She dug the slightly dulled corner onto the sensitive flesh of her palm.

"C'mon," she muttered through clenched teeth. "C'mon."

A droplet of dark crimson blood appeared in her palm. Quickly, she placed her hand flat on the marble, muttering a small prayer to Hermes, her father, at the same time.

The door melted away, as if the black stone recoiled from her touch. Grainy sunlight filtered into the cell.

Lucy heard two gasps, as Annabeth and Noah came up behind her.

"How…" Noah started. "How did you do that?"

Annabeth was speechless. Her face a mask of pale shock…. And.… relief.

Lucy turned to them. "Once this stupid quest is over, just remind me to send a letter to J.K Rowling."

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Liz