Title: Revival

Universe / Fandom: Harry Potter & Percy Jackson and the Heroes of Olympus

Summary: Nico is ordered to investigate certain abnormalities in Europe with Jason and Leo; in the middle of the mission he disappears and goes to Hogwarts. Percy, Frank and Hazel are sent to join Jason and Leo to find him. Upon discovering the new magical world, the six are ordered to stay and continue their research.

Classification / Genres: M. Adventure/Romance/Drama/Action

Warnings: Yaoi and/or Slash (and anything else that comes to mind in the course of my Machiavellian mind, so you've been warned). Possible scenes with a high degree of violence, sexual content and adult vocabulary. If any part of this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, you'd better leave now, otherwise you're free to read at your own risk. (Although, let's be honest, no one listens to this muahahahaha)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They are the property of their respective creators Tio Rick and J.K. Rowling. I only take credit for the creation of this story which is entirely my own. I do not do this for profit, plagiarism or defamation. It's just a recreational form in which I want us all to have a good time reading n_n

Author's Notes:

EY! It's been a while since I last uploaded a new fic. Only this time it's a small new initiative. I originally publish my stories and fic's in Spanish, but I thought it would be interesting to see how the receptivity would be in other languages. So please support me with your precious Reviews! A review is part of the balanced diet of every good writer n_n

Well, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I hope to be able to count on your support throughout this initiative that occurred to me.

So, ladies, gentlemen, ladies, ladies and other reading lovers, if this is the first time you read something of mine, get ready for a whole emotional roller coaster that you won't get off of in a while... And for those of you who already know me and have experience with my stories... Well, I'll just say: hold on to that chair as if your lives depended on it *insert evil laughter, lightning and background music* n_n!

Preface

Privet Drivet, no. 4:

Harry thought that this could be the best summer of his life. Which was not too difficult to achieve. He'd already had some pretty bad ones.

But it was better not to think about them; it was better to continue packing, even though he still had five days left. It all began with a letter from Ron telling him that his father had won tickets to the World Cup final in Quidditch, Ireland against Bulgaria; which, in Ron's words, would be the most incredible match in two centuries. If he added to that that he would leave the Dursleys' house in the middle of the summer vacation to finish it off at The Burrow; well, it would be the best summer of his life.

-Of course, while he still had a couple of days to spend with his uncles. But he wanted to make that time as unpleasant as possible, so he closed his suitcase and came down as fast as he could.

-Yes, Uncle Vernon," he asked as conciliately as he could when he saw his uncle standing in front of the hall door with a letter in his hands.

-Harry knew that in Vernon's state, where he controlled himself by not shouting, he was not to do anything that would tempt his luck even slightly.

-Hey, a letter? -But I couldn't help being sarcastic, just a little.

-Don't play with me, kid.

Thanks to his momentary attack of rebellion he had to endure a whole sermon, and one of the good ones, from his uncle; apparently Mrs. Weasley had thought it would be appropriate to ask the Dursleys' consent to take him away for the remainder of his vacation. Although it was thanks to Sirius, indirectly, that Harry was finally able to obtain permission to go; he only had to insinuate that he would write a letter to his godfather and all the fumes went down to Uncle Vernon as quickly as a stone in the water.

Now it was just a matter of enduring five more days with the diet imposed on the whole family out of solidarity with Dudley, it is worth adding that none of them agreed willingly, and could go to the Quidditch World Cup. I didn't know why, but I had a feeling that this was going to be a great year.

-O-

Far away from there, flying over the sky of Great Britain, three boys had serious problems to keep themselves on the back of the dragon they were riding:

-Jason! Leo Valdez was holding on to the reins as he shouted to make himself heard.

-I'm trying...! -But the son of Jupiter was too exhausted from his previous battle against all those Telkines to now face a herd of very annoying Anemoi Ventis -But there are too many of them!

-Behind the blonde, Nico was clinging to the saddle - anywhere!

-What do you think I've been trying to do?! -But these things keep getting on Festus' wings! They won't let us go down! Unless they want to go down!

In spite of all the noise they could hear the beautiful curse in Greek that the son of Hades released.

-But, this is strange..." I thought Jason... "Blizzards are not that coordinated, something or someone must be...

-Jason! -But he reacted too late, as soon as he turned around he could barely hold Nico's hand that was being pulled by the winds:

-Between the effort of grabbing his partner and staying on the dragon's back Jason could no longer keep the storm winds at bay.

-While Leo and Festus were trying to keep away all blizzards with fire, but the fatal mistake was that by destroying one, an air void was formed; inevitably Nico was sucked and falling unconscious because of the air torn from his lungs, was dragged by the powerful air currents into the darkness of the night:

-The thunder rumbled in the storm, momentarily illuminating the mountains at his feet and making the dragon's bronze shine. That discharge had drained him completely, but it was enough to clear the storm; now, exhausted and leaning on Leo's back, he kept repeating We have to...

-Calm down, friend. Leo helped you hold on to him better. -We'll find him.