A/N Wello there everyone...

So here is this new chapter which I kind of don't like but I love it at the same time.

Okah just a thing, if you follow my other story, Mist is Down, well then, I'm saying it here since I forgot to say it there. It's not over. Not yet. Even though it may seem like it is. It isn't. An update will come next week. I promise.

Okay, now that's done...

Another thing, I was thinking about starting another story, another crossover, this one PJO and the Avengers... like, I've started writing it, and I'm thinking of publishing it, cuz like, the other fanfic is almost done sooooooo... if you're interested keep an eye out.

Enjoy...

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"Is that a battle plan?" Frank asked uncertain.

"No," Annabeth said, "that's the order in which we'll do things, so let's start with the first one. Nico?"

He smiled, "thought you'd never ask."

"Give hell for me if ya can," Clarisse said, "and please leave some for me."

Annabeth grabbed Nico's arm and grinned at her friends before the shadows wrapped around them and then they retreated, where the two demigods were before was now empty.

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Nico's ability to shadow travel had increased ten fold since the Giant War, so when he shadow travelled both himself and Annabeth in the middle of the forest –which was were he felt the monsters would be– he wasn't tired or winded by the use of his powers at all, not even since Annabeth was along with him.

Immediately what he saw made his stomach churn and want to be emptied. They had appeared in a monster camp, when these beasts had learned to do that, he wasn't so sure, but they sure as hell looked stronger and smarter than they should. Monsters used to follow someone, much smarter than themselves and usually with some human personality to him, not just group themselves and fight like an army of experienced soldiers would.

Nico shared a quick glance with Annabeth, the same thing passing through their minds, 'we're screwed.'

Without a needed signal the two demigods started moving through the monsters and their groups, hiding behind bushes and trees, but mostly it was Nico keeping a shadow over them that obscured them from any monster to see them.

The son of Hades had a leash on the son of Poseidon's soul, not literally but in his mind he had a leash to everyone he recognised as friends, therefore the daughter of Athena was following him through the camps of cheering, talking and eating monsters.

He was close, Nico knew that–

Cheering erupted from somewhere close and both demigods had the suspicion it had something to do with a certain demigod.

They made their way towards a clearing of trees which was occupied by hoards of monsters all in a circle around something–

A black cloud going sonar swooped on from the air and landed in the middle of the circle where that something–or someone, was. Nico quickly had the idea of climbing a tree to get a better look and soon both he and Annabeth had a good view of what was going on.

The monsters were now kneeling at the person that had travelled to the centre of the group. Someone with a black long robe covering most of his body in layers. Pale white skin and a bald head. Nico had heard enough from Harry to know who this was.

This– man isn't the right word... creature, stood in front of someone Nico sorely wished wasn't there. He heard Annabeth intake sharply as she too got a good view at both men in the circle.

It was dark and therefore hard to see, but not for Nico. In the dark is where he saw the best and he could see every detail about both men from up there on the tree.

His cousin, also know as Percy, stood in the middle of the clearing, facing Voldemort, surrounded by monsters. He didn't look too bad to be deep in enemy territory, the only two things that showed he was physically hurt were the nasty bite he had gotten from the hellhound during the fight and then there were his wrists, they were red as if an allergic reaction was taking place where the ropes tightly held his arms spread wide at his sides, the other end tied to a tree.

"How nice," Voldemort said as he put two fingers under Percy's chin to make the demigod look at him.

But Percy didn't flinch, although Nico saw Annabeth flinch from beside him.

"I had given you a choice," Voldemort said, and Nico had to remember he was the bad guy, because his voice carried out gently across the night, too gently. "But you ended up choosing wrongly."

Percy turned his head away, in an act of defiance, which only earned him a slap to face from the old wizard.

"Soon," Voldemort said. "Soon, you'll be bowing to me."

Percy let out a laugh. "Bow? To you?" he asked disgusted. "I don't bow to gods, why on earth would I bow to you?"

Tom chuckled maniacally, like he usually did when he found something amusing. "Oh, you have no idea," he said. "Aren't you wondering why the rope is irritating your skin, why it feels like acid on your skin?"

Nico had been and he could see that Percy had too.

The old wizard continued to chuckle. "I'm sure you remember your old foe, the one from your previous war. What was his name again... oh yes! Polybotes."

Nico's eyes widened but he didn't jump to conclusions.

"He's helping you?" Percy asked, a little speck of fear was heard in his voice.

Now Voldemort grinned like a madman. "Oh, you have no idea..." he repeated. "His touch turns water to poison, have you ever wondered what it would do to you?"

"No need to wonder," Percy said stubbornly. "I've felt it."

The son of Hades heard Annabeth's silent gasp, apparently she didn't know.

"Well," Voldemort continued. "These binds have been soaked in poisoned water just for you. Making it twice as uncomfortable."

"What do you want?" Percy asked, ignoring Voldemort's last statement.

"You know exactly what I want," Tom said.

"Well then it's faster to kill me," Percy said. "Because I'm never, ever going to betray my family. Not for you, not for anyone."

"It could never start," the wizard said. "You'd never have to go through it. All you have to do is swear to me that you're going to hand the Potter boy in. And I'd let you go, these monsters will be sent to Tartarus by myself alone. I would promise you that–"

"Or we can fight you now," Percy said. "Harry defeats you and these guys go to hell anyways. And I'm seriously voting for the second option."

Tom gripped his wand tighter. "But why waste the lives of those that are going to fall in this battle. Why not spare one and save the rest?"

"Because they wouldn't be safe!" Percy snapped. "Not with you, you're a monster. So pardon me, I'd rather have some of these students did for you die in the end than having you take over the Wizarding world and then killing anyone you don't fancy."

Voldemort stared at the teenager in front of him and both Nico and Annabeth were scared he was just going to kill him. Instead Tom turned to the monsters and said, "he's all yours. Do as you please."

Monsters all around cheered.

"But don't kill him."

The cheering subsided but not completely. Voldemort turned back to Percy only to find him glaring at him with his head held high. Then the wizard turned into black smoke and flew away into the night.

The monsters advanced on Percy, bloodthirsty and vengeance written on their faces.

Nico was quick to grab hold of Annabeth and shadow travel back to the castle.

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The two demigods ran rapidly into the Great Hall.

"We know where he is," Nico said as they joined their group of friends. "We got to get him out, now! Or there might not be a Percy left."

"What do you mean?" Jason said.

Nico explained what they had seen. Eyes kept on glancing at Annabeth who held an expressionless face through out it all, although everyone imagined what she was thinking.

"Plan of attack?" Thalia asked, looking at Annabeth like every other demigod was.

"Why are you all looking at me?" she asked, noticing the stares.

Clarisse gestured. "You're the strategist," she said forcibly. "What's the plan?"

Annabeth looked around at her friends and then at the wizards sitting and waiting patiently and eagerly behind them and it was then she knew that they were all in for it. They were going to help get Percy back because he was sacrificing his well being for them to have a better chance at defeating Voldemort. They were ready to take on an army of monsters who they'd only recently figured out existed. But they were still going to do it.

The daughter of Athena smiled. "So here's what we're gonna do..."

-.-

Harrry wondered the halls with Ron and Hermione towing behind.

"It's not your fault," Hermione said for what seemed the tenth time in that specific corridor. "Stop believing it is."

"I wasn't paying attention," Harry told her. "Of course it's my fault."

"You got distracted, mate," Ron said. "Happens to everyone."

"Well I'm not supposed to get distracted," Harry mumbled. "Not in moments like those. I'm supposed to have my head in the right place and know what I'm doing."

Hermione grabbed his arm and made him stop. "It's okay," she said. "I'm sure Percy doesn't hold you accountable for it."

"The guy hates me," Harry said, yanking his arm out of Hermione's grasp.

"No he doesn't," Hermione said. "Or have you forgotten that he's fighting because he doesn't want to betray you?"

Ron put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry," he said. "The guy looks strong, I'm sure he'll be okay. Especially with Annabeth searching for him."

"Come on, guys," Hermione said, tugging at them. "We have to go back to the Great Hall. Nico and Annabeth might be back."

Both boys relented although a little hesitantly. They jogged back to the Great Hall and true to Hermione's words the two demigods had come back and neither looked too pleased as they talked with the other demigods.

Harry felt a pang of hurt, somewhere in his body. He had always been on top of the student's minds when it came to threats towards the school, along with Hermione and Ron. Hermione was the strategist, the smart one, and Ron was the one to hold them back.

Now he wasn't even into the main plan with the demigods. He longed to be in that circle of people and have a say of what was going to be done next. This was his school, and these... strangers were taking control of everything.

As good as they were, at fighting, at planning at– everything. They weren't wizards, and Harry was.

Six demigods in charge of protecting a wizard school.

This wasn't the first time Harry had wondered this, but why weren't any of the professors intervening or having a say on how their school was going to be defended? Instead, it was all up to teenagers.

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A/N Yas.

So pls, actually please, review and favorite this story. Like for goodness sake, the review count is on 398 and I've been waiting for it to go up just by two for a week now, and it hasn't. And pls guys, all I need is two guess then we'll have hit 400 reviews and holy. That's a lot.

And btw, I am posting that crossover, the first chapter, as soon as I'm done with posting this one chapter. Keep an eye out for it if you're interested.

Hunter out