Speaking for so long, had left Hermione parched.

"I need a cup of tea" She said wearily.

"You're so British, Milkshake" Leo remarked, making her stick her tongue out at him. She stood, turned around and started to walk towards the kitchen, when Will grabbed her arm. At first, she thought nothing of it. She felt the dull pain, that was expected, when someone grabs an arm, with a half-healed wound, but suddenly Will started squeezing, and she felt a surge of energy shoot into her arm.

He let out a strangled cry, and Hermione looked down at him, and was alarmed to see dark tendrils creeping up his hand, starting from where his fingers were digging in to the shirt, that was covering up her torture-wound. Apollo stood up, his chair toppling over, behind him.

Will's hand tightened painfully around her arm, and she could feel, rather than see, when the seizures started. "WILL!" She called, but he didn't respond.

She faintly registered Nico coming from behind her, to catch Will, lowering him carefully onto the floor, she followed him down, and sat crouching next to him.

"WILL!" She screamed again. To her horror, he didn't respond. Instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His entire body went limp, and he wasn't breathing.

She frantically felt, along his neck. "I can't feel a pulse!" She cried

"NO! He can't be dead! I can't heal him if he's dead!" Apollo yelled, tears streaming down his face. "You have to revive him!"

"Where's Jason? He can do the defib-thingy" Percy said frantically

"I don't know!" Piper fretted "He's been acting weird about the whole Zeus-thing, he didn't want to come"

Hermione started doing, what little CPR, she knew, trying to jolt a little more power in him. Unfortunately, healing magic didn't work very well on demigods. She and Nico had learned that the hard way.

Finally, he took a small breath on his own, and Apollo pushed her out of the way. He waved his hands across his son's form, but stopped and rested his hand on his chest.

"I can't – I can't heal this." He whispered in broken disbelief.

"What do you mean you can't heal it?" Hazel softly asked

"This is magic of Hecate's world, but it's so twisted and torn. Magic was never supposed to be this way." He said, looking Hermione dead in the eye.

Hermione herself, had never felt so horrified, and that said a lot, but Apollo broke her out of her stupor. She sprinted into the living room and grabbed the small jar of floo powder she had placed on the mantle before leaving for Ogygia.

She lit the fireplace wandlessly and threw in some of the floo powder. "Twelve Grimmauld Place!" She called on a hunch, and stuck her head into the fire.

"HARRY! HELP!"

…

Harry scrambled towards the fireplace.

"Hermione!"

"Harry, I need your help, one of my friends has been cursed, I don't know how, but it's like the curse from my scar went into him! Can you please come through?"

Harry glanced back

"Okay, but I kind of have a visitor. It might be a good idea to bring him along."

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I really don't want to deal with Ronald right now" she told him in an undertone.

"Well, it isn't Ron, but I don't know, how much you want to deal with this one either" He said, pointing his thumb over his back.

"Oh, piss off Potter" She heard a familiar voice drawl.

She looked over Harry's shoulder, and saw none other than Draco Malfoy rolling his eyes.

"Draco! Perfect! You're even better than Harry!" she exclaimed, making Harry drop his jaw, and Draco smirk.

"Just say 'House of Ten', please come quickly."

She drew her head out of the fire, and promptly lost her composure.

She felt awful. It was all her fault. If he hadn't touched her arm, Will wouldn't be lying half-dead on the floor.

She was startled, when Leo put a hand on her shoulder.

"It isn't your fault" He told her gently. "I can see it in your face, that you think that, but it isn't. Whatever is wrong, anyone could see that it was unintentional."

She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I should have been more careful, I – "

"Did you know it could happen? And were you careless in spite of it?"

Hermione sighed "No. But it still feels awful. Could you do me a favor? There should be two guys coming through shortly. Could you show them through to the dining room?"

"Um, sure" He looked uncertainly at the fireplace.

…

"I have an idea. This is an old Black house, isn't it?"

"Yes, but hold on – "

"I've been researching the dagger, Bellatrix used on Hermione, and I found a book on Black family curses, which means there should be a copy of it here somewhere. Where is the library?"

"Just, wait a minute, okay? It's been on my mind a couple of times, but I dismissed it – Since when do you call her Hermione? Not Granger or anything else. You're calling her Hermione, and now she called you Draco. There's something I've missed, isn't there?" Harry demanded.

"Never mind that, we're wasting time!" Draco ground out, exasperatedly, trying to postpone that conversation as much as he could.

"This is not over" Harry growled, and started down the hall, expecting Draco to follow.

…

"I've stabilized him, but he's dying." Apollo whispered brokenly. He was sitting on the dining room floor, looking less like a god than he ever had as Lester.

Even gods weren't supposed to play favorites with their children, but Will and Apollo shared a special bond, that he didn't have with any other of his children.

He looked up at Hermione, in sympathy. "What happened" he softly asked.

Hermione couldn't take it any longer. She broke down, sobbing on the floor. Nico sat down beside her, pulling her into an embrace.

"I have theories" She started in a tiny voice. Apollo nodded encouragingly.

"Demigod magic, and the magic from the wizarding world, are very different, and the consequences vary. For instance, wizarding healing doesn't work very well on demigods, and defensive spells don't work very well on monsters, but defensive spells work very efficiently on demigods. I've never tried healing a monster, so I can't say that it goes the other way with that as well."

She started, slowly switching over to lecture mode.

"The curse on my wound was to prevent healing. If I'm not mistaken, Will is not just healing others, he's healing himself. Am I right, Apollo?" She asked him gently.

Apollo looked to the ground and sighed heavily, looking just as weary as his thousands years of age would suggest.

"She's right. Without his healing abilities, Will would have been very sick. If not for the healing magic, he would have died from leukemia years ago." He admitted

"I don't understand" Nico said. "If he was dying, why couldn't I feel that?"

"Because he wasn't dying. He had the healing abilities. Now it's like everything is in fast-forward. He's getting more and more sick, and there's nothing we can do to stop it." Apollo whispered. Rachel sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"We will figure this out" Hermione promised. "There are two guys coming through. They might be able to help. I trust the both of them." She nodded determinately.

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