A/N heeey there ppl. XO

Thank you for everything, reviews and stuff, really thank you.

But can I just say, for those that haven't read this before, but I update once every two Sundays, so now ya know what he didn't know.

Can I just– I got the DARK PROPHECY today! I am super ecstatic about that XD XD XD XD XD XD

Legit though... it's just sitting there, I've read up till chapter four, behind me and I'm really resisting the urge to turn around and read it through. But I can't, bcs one, I'm updating here and two, I've got a load of homework and Assessments that have been piling up on me that I have to finish, or at least work on today.

But I was panicking, legit. Cuz we were in the centrum, my mother and I, and we split cuz she wanted to continue looking whilst I just wanted to go home (I hate shopping pls kill me). But, I thought, lemme just check that 'American Bookstore' there by the corner and see wether they have The Dark Prophecy. So I walked towards it, my hopes really low cuz they only have paperbacks and even if they did have the book I'd be prob disappointed...

Then I see the things that are shown through the window, and *gasps* there's the Dark Prophecy. I rush inside and speed walk to where I know they have the 'Rick Riordan' section (they don't actually have that...) and I see both the first book and the second one in paperback, I pick up the second one and look at it with oogly eyes. I search for a hardcover one, I really don't like paperbacks when they're big.

Then, there it is, my eyes widen and shit, and I pick it up like it's gold. I check the price, my heart falls but I'm like, screw it, I'm buying this even though it costs that much. I grab my phone and start calling my mom, meanwhile the book is clutched tightly in my hand, no one gets it.

She doesn't answer me. I don't lose my hopes, I call again. She doesn't answer again. By the third time I'm calling I spot this sign that directs up some stairs to a 'used section' of books. No one will be there, I thought, so I went up there and tried calling my mom again. She didn't answer. I start panicking bus ive wanted this for so long and this might be my chance...

I hide the book, and walk out of the bookstore, as soon as I'm outside I start sprinting to where I thought my mother would be. First shop, she wasn't there. I think, where would she have gone after? I go to the next shop, and then to the next, meanwhile still trying to reach her by calling her. When she picks up I'm about one hundred yards away and we start talking over the phone as I walk to her, explaining that I wanted– needed that book.

She agreed to let me buy it, we walk back and it's still there, and I'm so happy bcs finally, after twelve days of having Rick spoil it on Instagram and whatnot, I have it and I can read it and ...

I'm reborn inside. . .

Okah forgive me for that but I needed to get it out XD

Little thing about the chapter coming up, most of it was just taken from the book so I guess this is a disclaimer XD. I barely do those, but just for this one.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pjo and/or HP those beautiful series belong to Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling.

Enjoy...

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Previously on Demigods at Hogwarts

"Wait a minute," Leo said, rising his hands as to say stop. "Who on earth is You-Know-Who? Cuz I sure as hell have no idea."

"Voldemort," Harry said. "And I'm sure Sirius is still alive, but I can't see how we're going to get there to help him."

"Well, we can fly," Jason opted.

"We?" Harry asked him. "You're not coming."

Jason crossed his arms. "And why not?"

"You don't even know him, I'm not letting you risk your life for someone you don't know!"

Jason put his hand on his shoulder, "it's okay man, we've done it before. And from what Percy had told me, this Sirius means a lot to you and he seems like a good man. And I know it's not my problem, but if 'Voldemort' is there, I have a bone to pick."

Harry was still unsure but then Hermione spoke up. "They just want to help Harry."

"But how are we going to get there?" Harry asked again.

"We could fly," Jason repeated. "Its fast and effective."

"Yeah but how?" Ron asked. "Like yeah, sure. You can fly of your own accord because of your heritage. And he's got a metal dragon–"

"Festus is not coming!" Leo deadpanned. "I have lost count of the times I've had to fix my ol' friend."

"I know," Harry said. "The Thestrals!"

"The what?" Frank asked.

"They're horses," Hermione explained.

"Which you can only see once you've seen death," Ron added.

The three male demigods ignored the statement. "So it's settled?" Jason asked. "You three can fly on those horse, I can hitch a ride of my own and Leo could hitch a ride on Frank."

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Jason was never one for horses, and when he saw the beasts that Harry was talking about, he had immediately told the others his solution to not riding them.

"Yeah, screw it," he said as he looked at the bony structure of these 'horses'. "I'm just going to fly behind you guys."

"Yeah," Leo said with a roll of his eyes. "And risk getting tired because you had to fly from Scotland to England, London. Forget it."

Jason scowled at Leo. "Since when are you so–"

The son of Hephaestus grinned at him. "Since I died and came back.

"All right," Harry said once they had reached the herd of Thestrals. "Pick one and get on, then."

Jason was aware that Ron and Hermione were blindly reaching for the horses, and he felt sick about the idea that only people who had seen death could see them, that was just wrong.

He wound his hand tightly into the mane of the nearest Thestral, placed a foot on a stump nearby and scrambled clumsily on to the horse' silken back. It did not object, but it twisted its head around, fangs bared, and attempted to lick his clothes.

The son of Jupiter had never liked horses –except Tempest– they were animals conjured up by the god of the seas, his father's 'enemy', which clearly meant that he had to back off them, like he had to back off the sea or the underground, or how the sons and daughters of Hades and Poseidon had to back off the air and airplanes.

So he was uneasy on this Thestral, but he found that there was a way of lodging his knees behind the wing joints that made him feel more secure, not that he'd need to be since he could fly, but still, the idea of falling off a horse didn't appeal to him, he opted into not hoping it happened.

When Jason looked around he saw that Frank, Leo and Harry were already into the motion of getting on a Thestral, Hermione and Ron were standing motionless on the spot, open-mouthed and staring.

"What?" Harry asked.

"How're we supposed to get on?" Ron asked faintly. "When we can't see the things?"

They exchanged a look before Leo slid off his Thestral. "Oh, it's easy," he said as he walked over to them. "Come here, let me help you."

He pulled them over to the other Thestrals standing around and one by one managed to help them on the back of their mount. Both of them looked extremely nervous as Leo wound their hands into the horses' manes and told them to grip tightly before he got back to his own steed.

"This is mad," Ron murmured, moving his hand hesitantly up and down his horse's neck. "Mad...if I could just see it–"

"You'd better hope it stays invisible," Harry said darkly and Jason could only understand, if the price to see these ugly and magnificent creatures was to see someone die, then it wasn't worth it. "We all ready, then?"

Everyone nodded.

Harry looked down at the back of his Thestral's glossy black head and swallowed. "Ok...Ministry of Magic, visitors' entrance, London, then," he said uncertainly. "Er...if you know...where to go..."

For a moment Harry's Thestral did nothing at all; then with a sweeping movement that nearly unseated him, the wings on either side extended; the horse crouched slowly, then rocketed upwards so fast and so steeply that Harry had to clench his arms and legs tightly around the horse to avoid sliding backwards over its bony rump.

The other Thestrals soon followed and Jason closed his eyes and pressed his face down into the horse's silky mane as they burst through the topmost branches of the trees that soared out into a blood-red sunset.

Jason would have said he had never moved as fast, but truth was that when Zeus had slapped their ship back to America from Greece, that was faster, but otherwise, never had he ever. The Thestral streaked over the castle, its wide wings hardly beating; the cooling air was slapping Jason's face –a feeling which he much enjoyed– his eyes not screwed up even with the rushing wind, he looked around and saw his friends soaring around him, each of them bent as low as possible into the neck of their Thestral to protect from the slipstream.

He had to chuckle, they weren't sons of the sky god, which mean they hadn't the same power over the wind that would make so he wasn't as uncomfortable.

They were over the Hogwarts grounds, they had passed Hogsmeade; Jason could see mountain and bullies below them. As the daylight began to fail, Jason saw small collections of lights as they passed over more villages, then a winding road on which a single car was beetling its way home through the hills...

"This is bizarre!" Jason clearly heard Ron yell from somewhere on the left, and he imagined how it must feel to be speeding along at this height with no visible means of support, and to be true, it wasn't hard to imagine.

Twilight fell: the sky was turning to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars, and soon only the lights of mortal towns gave them any clue of how far from the ground they were, or how fas they were travelling. Jason tightened his hold on the Thestral he was riding as he willed it to go even faster.

Harry wasn't as comfortable as Jason, although he was enjoying it just as much. His eyes were screwed up against the wind and he was amazed by the view he got to see and ridiculed by Ron's complaints.

How much time had elapsed since he had seen Sirius lying on the Department of Mysteries floor? How much longer would Sirius be able to resist Voldemort? All Harry knew for sure was that his godfather had neither done as Voldemort wanted, nor died, for he was convinced that either outcome would have caused him to feel Voldemort's jubilation or fury course through his own body, making his scar sear as painfully as it had on the night Mr. Weasley was attacked.

As they flew through the gathering darkness; Harry's face felt stiff and cold, his legs numb from gripping the Thestral's sides so tightly, but he did not dare shift his position lest he slipped... he was deaf from the thundering rush of air in his ears, and his mouth was dry and frozen from the cold night wind. He had lost all sense of how they had come; all his faith was in the beats beneath him, still streaking purposefully through the night, barely flapping its wings as it sped onwards.

If they were too late...

He's still alive, he's still fighting, I can feel it...

If Voldemort decided Sirius was not going to crack...

I'd know..

Leo's stomach gave a jolt; the Thestral's head was suddenly pointing towards the ground and he actually slid a few inches along its neck. They were descending at last...he thought he heard a shriek behind him and immediately thought it was Ron, presumably the others –sans Jason– had all received a shock from the change of direction, just as he had.

And now bright orange lights were growing larger and rounded on all sides; he could see the tips of building clearly, streams of headlights like luminous insect eyes, square of pale yellow that were windows.

Quite suddenly, it seemed, they were hurtling towards the pavement, Leo gripped the Thestral wit every last ounce of his strength, bracing for a sudden impact, but the horse touched the dark ground as lightly as a shadow and Leo slid from the its back glad for it to be finally over.

Ron landed a short way off and toppled immediately from his Thestral on to the pavement," he said, struggling to his feet. He made as though to stride away from his Thestral, but, unable to see it, collided with its hindquarters and almost fell over again. "Never, ever again...that was the worst–"

Hermione and Frank touched down on either side of him and both slid off their mounts a little more gracefully than Ron, although she had a similar expression of relief at being back on from ground.

"Where do we go from here?" Jason asked Harry.

"Over here," he said. He gave his Thestral a quick, grateful pat, then led the way quickly to the battered telephone box and opened the door. "Come on!" he urged the others, as they hesitated.

-.-

Percy had watched six winged creatures –he knew they weren't Pegasi, Blackjack had told him– sear into the sky with a pang of guilt. He was letting them go without him. Or was he.

Annabeth had decided she'd be his bodyguard, following him everywhere and anywhere he went, her hand either grabbing his wrist or his hand. Piper was following behind as well, mostly because she had nothing to do and her ADHD was acting up and she had to be occupied with something.

When the three demigods had reached the edge of the castle grounds Blackjack had flown over to Percy and the two had 'conversed' for a while, which was how Percy had known that the creatures the six teenagers and used to fly out of here were not Pegasi, but instead they were Thestrals, weird creatures that only people who had seen death could see. And Blackjack had also gone into a very detailed definition of how they looked...

They were making their way back to the Great Hall when they were intercepted by the one and only, Severus Snape, and he looked moodier than usual.

Not a good sign.

"Where is Potter?" he asked.

Percy made a sign, pointing behind his shoulder. "They just left."

Snape's eyes narrowed at him. "They just, left?" he asked, repeating what Percy and said.

"Yeah," Percy wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.

"You're coming with me to Professor Dumbledore."

"What?" Percy did not fancy being ordered around by a guy he just half fought a war for. "Why?"

Snape rolled his eyes. "If you come you'll know."

Annabeth squeezed his hand. "I'll come with you."

Snape was about to object but Percy spoke before he could. "Either she comes or I don't."

The professor's eyes flickered to Piper. "Is she part of your compromise?"

Percy made a confused face.

"No," Piper said for herself. "I'll be going back to the others, see if they need my help."

-.-

"Snape," Dumbledore said after Percy was done explaining where the others had gone. "Get the other members of the Order to go the Ministry of Magic. Perseus," he turned to Percy. "I'm going to ask you wether you can–"

"No," it was Annabeth who denied him. "No, he can't go. And he won't go."

"Annabeth–"

She cut him off again. "No," she repeated. "We talked about this already. You're not putting yourself into harm's way again. Not so soon."

"But it's Jason–"

"They can easily take care of themselves," she snapped. "They're just as good."

"But the more there are the–"

"Percy–"

"Ms. Chase," Dumbledore interrupted her. "He'd be right under my protection," he said. "He won't be dying, I promise."

Annabeth looked uncertain. "No," she sounded much less certain. "Please Percy... okay fine! But I'm coming as well."

Percy embraced her. "Thank you, and I wouldn't have it any other way..."

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A/N I don't like the ending, but that's all I could come up with. I mean, I like that it happens, but I don't fully like how short it was, but forgive me I couldn't make it longer, like, I physically couldn't...

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Thank you for everything and Bai ppl.

Hunter out