A/N wellllooo there peeps XD XD

Like you might have noticed, or might have not, I made a cover for this story/FanFiction/crossover. Tell me of ya like it. If you follow the story on Wattpad, which I think you probably don't, you'll find that I put the same one there.

Credit goes to me for that, I made it myself :D and I actually really like it... It took me an hour or so but it was worth it.

So excited cuz in a week I'll be in Italy, in the Dolomites, skiing and god please help me, I can't wait. I am so excited. And then I'll see some old friends of mine, which is freaking awesome and just... I can't wait.

But before that happens, there's still a weeks of tormenting school, in which I have a Spanish test, and idek know what else anymore... shoot.

I'll apologise now for the turn this wil take,

Enjoy...

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"Monsters in the proximity!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Monsters in proximity!"

Everyone already knew the drill and immediately stood up and worked together to move the tables to the sides. A certain few ran to get trunks of weapons and armour as Percy took his spot at the head of the room and had all eyes on him.

Now was the time all the months of training would add up to. This was the real test that would determine who was good enough and who wasn't. He had only had one day as an actual teacher but he was confident that if everyone gave it their best shot they would come victorious at the end of this. Luckily for him the classes he had taught had all been fifth year it higher, although he wasn't so sure he was going to let the fifth years even step into the battle field unless they really asked for it.

Fifth year and fourth years were meant to be the back up, in case any monster came through sixth and seventh year the other two would be able to protect the castle for first, second and third year.

That was what they had planned anyway.

The whole hall was quiet and had eyes only for the demigod son of Poseidon and he knew exactly what to do.

"Okay," he said. "Listen up."

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The raven haired demigod made his way silently towards the hospital wing, his armour heavy on him but yet, he barely felt it, his heart stuck somewhere in his throat as his sword moved briskly from side to side as he walked.

He reached the infirmary and didn't even bother to knock before he strides in, Madam Pomfrey glancing at him before absently walking elsewhere. He didn't see her though, all he had eyes for was the blonde beauty that lay on a bed, tucked in, peacefully sleeping.

The son of Poseidon sat on the edge of bed of his sleeping girlfriend, his... everything. He grabbed one of her hands with his own and caressed her cheek with the other.

"They're coming," he said, "and I have to fight."

She didn't respond, didn't move, didn't do anything except keep on breathing.

"I find it unfair," he continued, "call me selfish if you will, at this point I don't care. But I don't want to fight. I'm tired of it. Since we were twelve it's been a continuous fight. Every day... and I'm tired of it, all of it." He took a shaky breath. "And now you won't be having my back anymore, and I'll be lost- I am lost without you," his voice dropped quieter, "please come back to me. I can't do this on my own."

Again, she remained as still as a corpse, if not for the rising and falling of her chest.

He nodded to himself and gathered his emotions up, "I'll come back," he said, "I always come back in the end."

He waited for something, anything, a sign that would tell him that she had heard him... but, nothing. She didn't move, didn't give any sign. Defeated he leaned in and left a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Don't leave me," he mumbled, he walked away without turning back.

-.-

"Well finally," Thalia said as she shouldered her quiver.

"Shut up," he said dismissively, "I'm not in the mood."

Clarissa snorted beside them, "no ones in the mood, Prissy."

He ignored her and instead gathered everyone's attention and in less than five seconds everyone was listening and quiet.

"I have a plan–" he started before he got interrupted.

"We're all dead," Thalia muttered immediately, "every time you make the plans, we ended up in sticky situations."

"Well we don't have our strategist do we?" He asked, rather bluntly.

She pursed her lips before relaxing, "that doesn't change he fact that your plans suck. But no matter, do tell us."

"Okay," he said, "so. I'll be splitting you in groups and you're going to be appointed to one of the demigods. If you decide to join him or her, it's automatic that you have to do everything they say. They say regroup, you regroup, they say to attack, you attack. Am I clear?"

Everyone around the room nodded.

"Good," he continued, "so, I'll have seventh year Gryffindor and the Slytherins are going with Nico. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw you're with Jason. Sixth year Ravenclaw, you're with Jason as well. Sixth year Gryffindor, Slytherin you're with Clarisse and Hufflepuff you're with Frank. Fifth year Gryffindor and Slytherin you're with Hazel whilst Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are with Piper."

He took a deep breath, "Nico and I will be up front with the seventh years, Jason's group and the hunters will flank us. Clarisse and Frank will have theirs as a second line of defence behind ours. Hazel and Piper, I want you to be in charge of not letting any monster that passes through us, to pass through you and get inside the castle. Will, you're staying here and wait for the wounded, because there are going to be, and a lot at that. Hazel and Piper, in case there is absolute need up there and you see it, appoint the prefects as leaders of your group so that's there's a total of four for each group to make decisions and come and aid us."

"Nico," he called out to his cousin, "you and I will get the bigger impact, I want you on my left, Thalia you're on my right and Jason you're at Nico's left. Clarisse and Frank you spread your groups behind our lines, hopefully it won't be needed," he looked at everyone, "get into your sections."

-.-

They were discussing as to where they would set themselves so to get the army of monsters best when they got interrupted.

"I was thinking to have us in an angel that faced the castle but was just outside the forest," Percy said, "so they can't regroup and be well formed once they're out of the woods and we won't give them the chance– Harry? Is there anything...?"

Harry and his gang where standing there, next to demigods waiting for them so finish.

"Actually, yeah," he responded.

"What is it?" Percy asked.

"Well," he said shyly, "I'd actually like to be on the front lines, up there fighting."

Percy narrowed his eye but it was Jason who spoke, "aren't you the boy of the prophecy?"

Harry nodded, "I am. Why?"

"Doesn't that make you, like," Frank said, "one of the people we least want to fight a battle. I mean doesn't the Wizarding World depend on you to stop this evil guy?"

"Trust me," Harry said, "I've risked dying tins if times before. This will be no other. Plus, I'm not just going to let my friends fight whilst I'm behind doing next to nothing."

Percy looked at the others for guidance, and found that they were indifferent about it, "but you have to swear to me that you'll do everything I tell you to," he told Harry, looking him straight in the eyes, "even if my own life is at risk and I tell you to run you will run without hesitation."

Jason and Nico exchanged a glance but no one noticed it.

Harry was silent for a moment. "I swear," he then said, "I swear it."

Percy nodded, wondering if he'd just killed the boy by allowing him to fight in the front lines. Ron started to say something but he was immediately cut off.

"No," Percy told him, "neither you nor Hermione will be joining Harry in this. The both of you will go back to your groups and stick with it, if I find you've abandoned it the consequences won't be nice, for either of you."

"But then he won't have a partner–" Ron tried saying, but again he was cut off.

"I said no," Percy said sternly, "plus, he'll be with me."

Hermione tried one last card. "How come he can and we can't?"

Percy stared at her for a moment before answering. "It's different." Was his simple answer.

-.-

He stood focused staring at the forbidden forest, noises from within reaching his ears and alerting him that the army was close. And then he saw the fist monster, an empousa pounding forward followed by more of her brethren.

Percy looked side ways to find Nico with his sword already in his hand as was Jason's, his black shield strapped to the other arm. Jason's was Imperial Gold. He then glanced at the hunters, all of them were in a kneeling position with an arrow already notched into place and being aimed by the immortal girls. He looked at his cousin and gave her a nod.

"Fire!" She yelled and dozen arrows per girl was sent swooshing through the air. Some hit the trunks, but most of the lethal sticks hit monsters which disintegrated as soon as the metal hit their skin.

The first line of monsters was gone, now the next round. The hunters noticed another ten arrows each into their bows, these were a little different from the previous ones.

"Now!" Thalia yelled over the noise of approaching monsters and again, like before, dozen, no hundreds of arrows were sent soaring into the air. Those that hit monsters were accidental but no matter, said monster died. Those that hit the ground like they were supposed to, exploded and obliterated everything in the radius of five yards.

Percy unsheathed Riptide and raised it forward as he yelled, "for Hogwarts!"

There's was a chant from the students behind him as they shouted after him, and then they charged. They charged like wild animals out for blood, they charged like brothers who wanted to protect their brothers, they charged as students, who wanted to protect their school.

-.-

After three full hours of fighting the monsters kept on coming and the demigod and wizards were starting to tire, the swords becoming heavy in their hands as were the shields and armour they were wearing. But they still kept on fighting because it was either that or it was dying by the hands of the incoming monsters.

Although they were deeply outnumbered there had been not so many casualties on the 'good' side of the battle, whilst there and been more than enough on the 'bad' side.

Harry fought next to Percy and he found that he was lucky to. Many times it had come where Percy had saved his life from being cut in half, to find his sword protectively in front of him, disintegrating the monster that would have ended his own life. He was grateful to be fighting next to him, and amazed as well.

However well the son of Poseidon had demonstrated his fighting skills this was better still, he didn't let anything get closer than sword's length away from him, he was that good.

The Boy Who Lived also noticed that the other demigods, those that had come to help were doing more than good on their own. Hacking and slashing through monsters like they were made of butter and not actual meat, but then Harry thought, these guys had been doing this their whole life, or at least a lot of time whereas he had just learned of this mythological world a few months prior.

And then there was Voldemort, the guy wasn't giving Harry any breaks, and by looking at Percy's face, neither was he to him. But he still thought that in this case he had it slightly worse that Percy. Just in this case. Tom Riddle had been hunting him for a decade and a half now, and to have psychopathic murderer after him wasn't the most pleasing of thoughts.

From Voldemort it led to the dreams or more like visions that he had been having during his profoundly needed sleep about the hall of doors, or whatever it was, and Harry had the slightest of impression that he was going to find himself there in no time, and that he wasn't going to like the outcome of it.

He only refocused on the battle when he heard the same person that he was fighting next to yell out to him, "Move!"

Harry got the message a tad too late, he saw one of those huge gods- hounds- no, hellhounds pounding towards him and he just stood there, he didn't raise his sword, moved away, tried to do anything.

He heard a disgruntled grunt from where Percy was standing before said person started to run, his sword falling from his grip so that he was faster.

As Harry managed to take a step towards one of the sides a body collided into his and sent him stumbling away, the impact was followed by a yell of pain, but not his own.

Harry shook his head and focused on where he used to be standing, laying on the ground was Percy, holding his side where blood kept on pouring out as the hellhound who had attacked him stood towering in front of him, his fangs coloured red with blood and it was a moment before Harry realised that it was Percy's blood.

Percy was on his butt and scowling deeply in pain, he didn't have the time to register that he was hurt before something got him in a chokehold so tight that his face became red. He saw Harry from the corner of his eyes try to approach him but he was intercepted by another monster which he had to take down before another monster stopped him and soon the Boy Who Live was surrounded.

As Harry fought he saw Percy's attempts to get his attacker off become weaker and weaker before his eyes rolled in their socket and his fight stopped completely.

-.-

The monsters started retreating, a move that didn't go unnoticed by the wizards and demigods, for obvious reasons. Then Nico notice the unconscious figure amongst them and he immediately made to go after them only to be stopped by someone far bigger than him grabbing his arm.

"What?" He snapped at his cousin.

"You can't go after him," Jason said gravely.

Nico yanked him off. "And why the fuck not?" He asked as he started making his way towards them again only to be stopped by his cousin again.

"We can't just let them take him!" Nico yelled at his cousin, "who knows what they'll do to him if we do."

Jason shook his head, "Nico you can't just barge in there, they're gonna kill you–"

"Then we all attack–"

"We need to regroup," Jason said sternly, "take their retreat as a chance to rest. Then we can have someone go in and get him out. But we can't risk it–"

"He's your cousin for god's sake!" Nico yelled after him, "he's save your life countless of times and you're just gonna let him die–"

"He's not gonna die," Jason said calmly. "If they wanted him dead they would have killed him already. Listen we can't risk it, he'll have to do on his own."

Nico glared at his cousin, "you can't stop me."

"Nico–"

"No, Jason!" Nico snapped back, "he's my brother. I won't let them do anything to him."

Jason wouldn't back down. "I'll ask you one more time," he warned, "then I'm using force–"

"Fuck you!"

Jason nodded, "I'm sorry," he muttered at the leaving figure of his cousin.

He mumbled something else and a lightning bolt came down, zapping to the ground. Jason caught it with the tip of his sword and redirected it towards his cousin. The Son of Hades gave a cry as he was sent spiralling forward. When he hit the ground he didn't get back up, but Jason knew he wasn't dead.

Hazel appeared next to him, "I swear, if you killed my brother I'm gonna kill you." She mumbled.

They reached the still form of the Ghost King and Hazel checked his pulse. "I agree with you, Jay," she said, "but hitting him with lightning was a little too much."

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A/N... *hides*

*hesitathly comes out*

Liked it? Please yes?

Tell me, and btw, not sorry, it's fun. I love this.

When I was writing my 1,000 words Sci-Fi story for the English assignment, I realised something, which tipped my soul upside down.

"Get out." He said. *wrong! wrong!*

"Get out," he said. *right! right!*

Fml, I didn't know until my friend read my Sci-Fi story and told me, and I thanked her as much as I cursed at her, bcs I srsly didn't know that, and I feel so goddam stupid. But now I know, and I'm trying to write like that, although I still slip into the wrong one sometimes and I don't fully get it but I'm getting the concept, little by little.

Time to go now, it's almost dinner time, and I need to finish some random s*** before I go eat.

Best wishes, (not)

Hunter