Nico's stomach churned. He felt as if it were doing jumping jacks while his body tried to dismember itself. He heard the sounds of voices, thousands of conversations carried out across space and time all pouring out on him at once while he could see a mix of confusing and indistinguishable scenes all overlayed on top of each other around him. He felt both warm and cold at once, he felt like he was standing in a hurricane of information while all of time swirled around him.

Then suddenly it was calm. He was standing in the hogwarts hall with Ever steadying him while he fought to keep what little he had in his stomach down. She removed her hands when he was steady enough to stand on his own and motioned for him to be quiet and waved him over to the wall. He pressed his back against it while Ever crept over to the corner, silent as the grave. Did I teach her that? He wondered, he found himself hoping he had, then chiding himself for wishing that. He still didn't know her after all.

Ever motined for him to follow when she had confirmed his past self was gone. He peered around the corner, watching Will sleeping on his side in the closet, he hadn't even realized he'd left the door open. Suddenly the air shimmered and he sensed powerful magic in the air before a boy appeared outside the door, looking down at Will with an almost pitying look.

"Poor boy," He said quietly and Nico tried to calculate where his past self was, he guessed quite a distance away if he hadn't heard the boy speak.

"Poor boy indeed," Ever said, stepping out, signaling to Nico behind her back for him to stay put. He did as he was told, despite his instincts telling him to save Will.

"Ever!" The boy said, holding his arms out in a welcoming gesture, "It's been too long dear sister, to what do I owe this pleasure," He had black hair to match Ever's and was exceptionally handsome, in a cruel sort of way. He had that cruel smile and dark eyes, not color changing like Ever's. But what stood out most about him was the casual way he dressed, like any mortal you might meet on the street in jeans and Tshirt with a light, green sweater unzipped over it. This somehow made him even more terrifying.

"I think you know brother," Ever replied, breaking Nico out of his thoughts.

"Ah, I suppose you'll be wanting to save the boy," Her brother said, lounging against the doorframe.

"You think I'm stupid?" Ever asked, offended, "No, of course not. You'd just go back and take him sooner, of later, depending,"

He laughed and pulled and apple out of his coat, carving a piece of it off with a pocket knife and eating it before responding, "You've gotten smarter little sis," He said, taking another bite of his apple, "I didn't expect you to have such forethought,"

She growled but restrained herself, replying through gritted teeth, "I'm nearly a thousand years older than you, first of all, and second of all," She jabbed a finger into his chest, "I'll get him back, whether you tell me where you're taking him or not,"

He chuckled darkly, "I can give you clue," He said lazily, cutting off a slice of his apple, "for the usual price," He looked at her out of the side of his eye, gagging her reaction. She went bright red, suddenly finding the floor incredibly interesting.

"Well?" He asked, turning to face her, "One secret for a clue, what'da ya say,"

She met his eyes and answered, "Fine." Nico let out a breath, if she had refused he didn't want to know what would have happened.

"Alright then, tell me, why is it you hide your wings?" He asked, taking another bite of his apple. Nico found it incredable that Will was still asleep through all this. Wings? A part of his mind wondered, his eyes wandering to Ever's back, which was, of course, wing free. He frowned, What is he talking about?

Ever got redder and ducked her head, "I can't let them see," She answered quietly.

"Who?" Damian asked, an amused smile on his lips.

"No, I gave you a secret, now you pay up," Ever's tone was hard, but Nico recognized the weakness under it, the same weakness that hid under his voice for years.

Damion looked at her like she was a kid who had cheated at a game, "Come on sis, you know that's not how it works, you have to give me the whole thing, no vague remarks, no cryptic statements, just a secret, raw and unprocessed,"

She grit her teeth and spoke, her voice quivering ever so slightly, "I couldn't let the demigods know who our parents are. I was afraid of being shunned or killed. They may forgive others with cruel parents, but not us, never us. Not with the blessings we have, the magic we posess and why,"

Damion had a satisfied smirk on his face, "I think you were right for the first time in your life," He said, putting a hand on her sholder, a brotherly gesture that she cringed away from, "Oh come on," He said, giving her shoulder a little shake, "You know I'm right, if those little demigods knew what we are they would send us to Tarturus for being born, and you know it,"

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes, "Pay up,"

He sighed, "I don't have the energy for a proper riddle, how about, where you remember you forgot? That work for you? Now I've gotta get this little healer kid to you-know-who before she kills us all,"

Ever looked pale as Damion injected a clear liquid into Will's arm and slung him over his sholder. He gave a little salute before dissappiering in the shimmering air. Nico was numb. He had just watched as his boyfriend was kidnapped by a phyco who scared a girl who got the king of the gods shaking in his sandls, and done nothing.

He got up stifly and went over to Ever, "What did he mean by that?" He asked, shaking her out of the trance she seemed to have gone into.

"Oh, um, not a place you should go. But I don' supose that will stop you will it? All well, come on," She grabbed his arm and they vanished, Nico barely having time to prepapre himself before they were off again through space and time.

~oOo~

Percy paced in front of the Hogwarts enerance, Annabeth watching him from inside the doors with a worried expression. They were the only ones left awake, the others having gone back to bed after a while he and Annabeth stayed up, to stressed for sleep.

"What if they killed him?" Percy asked finally, breaking the silence.

"We can't think like that," Anaabeth responded, her voice strong, commanding, "If they killed him Ever can go back to before he died and save him," She didn't show it, but she was nervous, uncertain, and Percy senced it.

"But what if she can't? What if we just let her take Nico to the enemy and neither of them are comming back?" Percy ran his fingers through his hair, meesing it up further.

"We can't think like that," Annabeth repeated, grabbing his arms to stop his pacing. She forced him to look her in the eye, "They will come back. They will appier here any second now with Will and we'll go back to bed and everything will be fine, okay? Everything will be fine," She forced him to believe it, to believe her, because if he didn't, he would tear himself apart.

"Now," She continued, dragging him after her into the school, "You and I are going to get some sleep and in the morning we will resume our classes and everything will be fine, it always is in the end,"

"Not for the one's who don't survive," Percy said quietly, bring ing tears to both of their eyes.

"We can't think like that," Annabeth reapeated again, fighting back tears, "Will will survive, okay, he'll make it. He always dose," Percy shut his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. They walked through the halls, finding a secluded area away from the clusters of demigods and curled into one another, falling into reastless sleep wrought with nightmares from every battle they fought before.

~oOo~

The next morning Jason woke up with Piper's head on his chest, katoptris in her fist as she watched the blade.

"Good morning," He greeted as he rubbed his eyes. She looked up at him, sheathing her knife.

"Good morning," she reponded and got up, stretching out her limbs,.

"Any news?" Jason asked hopfully.

She shook her head, "Nothing, but we get sorted today so, that's something,"

His eyebrows drew together in confusion, "Sorted?"

"Yeah," Piper said, streatching her arms over her head and helping Jason to his feet, "They have this ceramony where the students put on this enchanted hat and it tells them which Hogwarts house they belong in,"

"Well that's a bit stupid, how's a hat suposed to know where you belong?" Jason stretched out his arms and followed Piper toward where she said the great hall was, he had forgotten.

"The hat's telepathic, it sees your memories and judges from there. Aparently the students here get sorted when they're eleven,"

"And they stay in the same house for their entire school career?"

"Yep," Piper said, turning to face him at the doors of the great hall, "I'm not sure how well it holds up over time, probably not well, but wizards'll be wizards," She pushed open the doors to join the rest of the seven, minus Frank, who had to get back to New Rome to defend his home, and the three who had already been sorted, who waited at the Slytherin tabel with worried expressions.

"Grace, Jason," Mcgonnagal called, drawing Jason's attention to thethree legged stool and ratty old hat at the front of the room. He walked up confidently, only wavering the slightest bit when he saw Percy cringe. He sat on the stool and stared streight ahead as the hat was lowred onto his head.

Ah, the hat spoke in his head, son of Jupiter, former preater of New Rome, one of the seven of prophacy, yes, you would do nicely in any of the houses, nearly as loyal as Percy Jackson, brave as any of the seven and a leader like no other, cunning and smart, not so much as Annabeth Chase, but above average. Indeed you are fit for all the houses of Hogwarts, I need you to let me look deeper, Jason ressisted at first but finally gave up, letting the hat see his memories of the wars, and before, the ones even he had nearly forgotten, of before the wolf house, of his mother and Thalia.

The hat started hyperventalating, barely manageing to stutter out, "P-put him in Gr-Gryfindor! Gryfindor!" It shouted, seeming to be trying to get off his head. The headmaster lifted it off him and he went to his respective tabel, which was aplauding hesitantly.

"Valdez, Leo," The headmaster called out, making the boy in question hold up his hands and wave to the audience like a popstar at his concert. The seven collectively pace palmed.

Leo sat at on the stool, his face betraying nothing in the way of nerves, which were buzzing around inside him like hyperactive pinballs. Anything that could make Percy and JAson nervous was not something he wanted to come face to face with.

Well you are certainly a complacated one, The hat said in his head. Leo wasn't even a little suprized, he had gotten used to the impossable, this didn't even make the top fifty of the weirdest things that happened to him.

You hide your pain withu humor, I've seen that a few time before but never on this scale, my boy you are a piece of work. Leo was offended, Hey look mister hat, He told the voice, I don't know who you think you are but get out of my head before I incinerate you, He heard a squeel in his head then the hat's hasy reply, Just doing my job! Now let me see your memories, what is it with you demigods and blocking them off, just let me in and get it over with, Leo took a deep breath and let down his walls.

His memories flashed before his eyes all at once, overwhelming him. His hands burst into flame and the hat squeeled out, "I don' care, Ravenclaw, Gryfindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, put the dead boy anywhere!" Leo knocked the hat off his head and backed away from it, scampering over to the teachers table and extinguishing his hands.

"Well," The headmaster said, "I supose you can choose which house you want to go in,"

Leo continued to watch the hat as he responded, "What do all the houses mean, I'm not even sure, considering I was too busy blowing up monsters from the sky to check,"

Mcgonnagal rolled her eyes and responded, "It's a bit more complecated than this but Ravenclaw is for the most generally intellegent, Hufflpuff is for the loyal, Gryfindor is for the brave and Slytherin is for the cunning,"

He noded and thought for a second, his eyes scaning the tabels for the best fit, "I guess Gryfindor with my boy Jason," The headmaster noded and waved him over to his new table, whick clapped politely, having gotten used to the unusual by now, and Made room for him next to Jason.

"Mclean, Piper,"

Piper strode forward, her eyes betraying none of her nerves, which were bubbling over like teapot in her chest. She sat on the stool and the hat was lowered onto her head.

Another one! I have never sorted so many demigods in a single year before! Allright, lets see, led by emotion, I supose it's an Aphrodite thing, very brave, stood up to a goddess. My, you do have quite a bit of courage. You are the first one of your friends not to hide your memories, I supose that can be considered brave in itself. Alright I supose this one is obvious, "Gyfindor!" The wizards were so suprised that hers was so normal that they paused for almost thirty seconds before the Gyfindors clapped and welcomed her over to their table.

"Rameirez, Reyna," This got gasps from the entire greaat room as the doors fley open to reveal the prater herself in casual dress with no armor, which was weird for the demigods to see. She strode foreward and took a seat on the stool and the sorting continued with the great hall stuned into silence for nearly two full minutes before the wispering began.

A natural leader, the sorting hat said in Reyna's head, clearly brave, cunning to a point, smart, loyal, you could fit in any of the houses. Which would you like to go into? Reyna considered this, she had read up on Hogwats in a book Chiron had given her when she'd arrived late the night before and been filled in on everything that was going on and planned to supprize everyone.

I don't know, maybe Gryfindor? Or Slytherin? I need to be near the others but I also need to spread out, see what's happening in the other houses as well, The hat considered her for a minute then reponded, Perhaps, "Slytherin or Gyfindor!" It called, hardly causing a stir. She stood, glaring at the unhealpful hat and scaing the students. On one hand she could go in Slytherin, the cunning ones with one of the nastyest bullies in the school, and Hazel, who was a fellow Roman and a friend. Or she could go to Gryfindor, with the one witch who knew what they were and her friends, the famos boy and her boyfriend, and Jason and Leo.

She went over to the Slythrin tabel to be greeted by enthusiastic applause, aparently Slytherins aprciated drama.

"Calm down, calm down," Mcgonagall said, holding up her hands for silence, "I understand that this is all rather unusual," grumbling from the students, "but we have to welcome our new students as we would any others," There was more grumbling but no one argued.

The headmaster then launched into a speech after summoning a fest. Reyna, like everyone else, ignored her.

"So, Percy, I hear you officially gave up your position without me. That's very rude you know," She said, her face dead serious, except for her eyes, which were laughing.

Percy caught the subtle tell and responded, "Yeah, I did, I hope you don't have to order my disbandment from the legion as retribution," Percy just could not do serious when his life didn't depend on it.

"I don't know," Reyna said, popping a strawberry into her mouth, "I just might," they shared a laugh, much to the confusion of the wizards and the amusement of the demigods.

"I hate to ruin this touching reunion," said Annabeth, her eyes laughing, "but I think we should discuss," She switched to latin, "the monsters," unbeknownst to the demigods, Draco Malfoy perked up, tuning in to their conversation from just a few seats down on the other side of the table.

"Yeah," Percy said in english, "we probably should," They got up and left, Reyna going to the front first to whisper something in the headmaster's ear before following the others out the door, with Malfoy following just a few seconds later.

"First things first, what's our plan?" Reyna asked in latin.

"I think we should keep a few groups of soldiers here to protect the school, but focus our defences on the two camps, protecting our own should be our first priority," Annabeth suggested as they walked, heading for the room of requirement, which Chiron had told them about.

Reyna noded and thought for a moment, "Yeah, I think you're right. We should protect our own at all cost, maybe that means we should relocate the families in New Rome to somewhere safer, call in a 'you owe me' with the gods," Annabeth noded.

"But what about the rest of the wizarding community?" Percy asked as they pushed through the door of the hidden room. Draco rushed forward, sticking his foot into the door just before it closed and peeking through the crack. On the far left side of the room was a solid round table with three chairs around it, in the center there was a weapons rack with everything from throwing knives to full sized swords and a full training arena. On the left, though, there was a ping pong table with folding chairs surrounding it and snacks piled on top of it.

Percy and Annabeth instinctively went to the left, being more used to that set up for war council. Reyna laughed, "You Greeks seriously do war counsel at a ping pong table?!" She shouted and laughed.

Percy frowned, "Yeah, this way we can kick out any unhelpful augers," That just got Reyna laughing harder.

Annabeth was blushing but she kept her composure and gestured to the training section of the room, "Let's just talk in the training section," They began to walk over, Percy running to the 'Greek' side to collect an armload of snacks before joining the girl in the arena.

Percy dumped his load onto the floor and plopped down, snacking on cheese whiz, "So," He said through a mouth full of food, "I think we should," he swallowed, "set up bases across the country, that way, if we have to send reinforcements, they have relatively safe rest stops along the way. We should have a satyrs working overtime to collect new half-bloods from the schools, I have a feeling the monsters would have no problem killing a bunch of mortal kids to get at a single half-blood," The girls considered this for a few moments.

"But wouldn't that leave the camps with less defences?" Reyna said, giving in and grabbing a bag of chips.

"Well, yeah, but, say we found some half-bloods in Minnesota and Texas, it would take to long to get them to either Camp Half-Blood or camp Jupiter, they'd be sitting ducks. If we had a base setup in Iowa, however, they might have a chance,"

"I see what you mean," Annabeth said, warming up to the idea, "honestly I don't know why we didn't think of this during the last two wars. But, the new bases would attract attacks from the monsters, we would need a good number of troops at each base,"

Draco, seeing they were distracted, slipped in the door and ducked behind a weapons rack, peeking through a hole on the side, which he figured was supposed to be used as a hand hold if one wanted to move the rack.

"I think about a hundred should be enough for a small, easily defendable, base," Reyna said, grabbing a can of pop and taking a sip, "I think I could spare a few of my Romans for that, but can you spare your Greeks?" She asked.

Annabeth noded, "We can spare some, I think coach hedge would be delighted to runa war base, as long as his wife and kid are safe,"

Reyna choked on her pop, "Wfife and kid?!"

Percy and Annabeth laughed, "You didn't know," Percy said, "He got married just before the whole, you know, destroying the wild thing,"

Reyna shook her head, "I don't believe it,"

"Well you should," Percy took a swig of a blue liquid from a glass, which Draco didn't remember seeing before, "otherwise he might pound your head in with his baseball bat," The tree of them shared a laugh and continued to discuss the military bases. Draco was getting bored, not finding anything interesting in what they said.

He already knew they were Greek heroes and all he had found out from this was some of them considered themselves 'Roman', which meant nothing to him. He concluded that they were either insane or they had rejuvenated the old societies and considered themselves heroes. But they had magic. And claimed not to be wizards. Muggles, His brain said, muggles who got ahold of enchanted items and recreated old Greek and Roman societies around them. He was convinced he had found his answer, well, for the most part. Something just didn't seem to click. He dismissed it, waving it off as his mind playing trick on him, trying to tell him there was a mystery still. He guessed he had just enjoyed finding things out, being the only one to know the truth, even before the 'golden trio', it was a rare honor after all.

"-thought you two would die down there," Reyna was saying, they had apparently finished planning and started comparing old memories, this should be good.

"What can I say, Annabeth said no every time a monster tried to kill us," Percy responded, earning laughs from the girls.

"He's right though, that seaweed brain would never survive without me," Annabeth give Percy a loving look and Draco felt a pang of jealousy, why wouldn't anyone look at him that way? He shook off his thoughts and listened.

"I have no doubt about that, as I've said before, he wouldn't be able to find his way out of a paper bag without you," The girls laughed.

"Hey!" Percy protested, throwing a handful of chips at them, "Don't forget I completed an entire quest without Annabeth!"

Annabeth looked at him out of the side of her eye, an amused look on her face, "But you did have Thalia, and Grover, and-" She cut herself off and looked down, a tear splashing to the mat. Percy put an arm around her shoulders and held her. Reyna was silent. She clearly didn't know whoever they were talking about, but it was obvious that, whoever it was, they weren't around anymore.

"Zoe Nightshade and Bianca Di Angelo died heroes," Percy whispered in Greek, Draco's translation charms changing the words to English. Di Angelo? Draco searched his mind for where he'd heard that before. It clicked, the sorting ceremony, Nico Di Angelo, And the other name, Zoe, he had heard that before as well, hadn't Nico said that name before? The exact words came back to him, 'dose Zoe shoot arrows for people who have just gone to the bathroom?!' That had been after Will was kidnapped, but if Zoe was dead… No, the name was a coincidence, Zoe was a very common name, wasn't it? Plenty of people were named Zoe, even some of the witches at Hogwarts, but something inside him told him they were the same person. Maybe it was the tone the boys said it with or maybe it was just a coincidence, like logic said.

Logic, Muggles used that word, not wizards, wizards had magic, magic did everything, logic was irrelevant most of the time. And this was one of those times. Logically, muggles couldn't see Hogwarts, only ruins, but here they were. Logically, enchanting a giant glowing bronze dragon to have a consciousness of its own was impossible, even by wizards standards, but there it was. Logically the ministry took care of any muggles getting ahold of magical objects. Logic said everything he learned about these kids was impossible, or highly improbable, but there they were. No, logic meant nothing. Zoe was a girl who had died, maybe she was a ghost and she fired arrows when someone was in trouble.

There, not so illogical is it, he said to himself. The others had started talking about plans for when they got back to america, apparently they went to muggle schools, not this 'Chiron's academy' during the school year. Percy lived nearer the magic academy, which he referred to as 'camp' and went a mortal school, in which his step father taught english, whatever that was. Annabeth lived across the country and went to a muggle, or 'mortal', as they called tham, school there. Reyna was the only one to go to school in her camp and ended up explaining her entire schedule to the other two after a while.

Draco got bored and started examining the room, wondering why the two camps were so different, didn't the Greeks and Romans have a similar set up in the old days? He knew that the Greeks definitely didn't sit around pingpong tables and eat snacks at their war councils in the old days, but the real question was, why weren't they more similar? The Greeks and the Romans were fairly similar culture wise as far as Draco knew, so why were they so different? If they developed side by side then they should have at least some things in common. But they didn't, side from the fact that they both seemed to fight the monsters on a regular basis, they were polar opposites. Reyna had an air of authority and composure that the Greeks simply lacked. He had noticed a bit of it in Hazel, so he figured she was from the Roman camp, and a slight hint of it from Jason and heaps of it from Frank, but everyone else simply radiated a sort of laid-back calmness, a readiness to just joke around or talk, that the romans lacked.

Draco froze. They were headed his way. They had apparently decided that they were done talking and were headed for the exit, which was right next to him. If they reached the door they would see him for sure, unless they were all mysteriously lacking in peripheral vision, he would be spotted. He gulped they would gut him when they found him, he had seen them fight, he didn't have enough faith in his wand against their swords to risk it. He looked around wildly for a place to hide.

He spotted another weapons rack a few feet away to his left, if he could get there the 'heroes' wouldn't spot him. But if he moved they would notice him, he needed a distraction. Thankfully, one presented itself.

The air suddenly became thick with magic and the room got colder. The magic thickened until it was a visible thing, a mist hanging in the air and rolling across the ground. Draco rushed over to the weapons stand and hid himself while the others were distracted, their eyes being drawn to the source of the mist on the other side of the room, next to the ping pong table. The air shimmered and the mist solidified, forming a shape. The 'heroes' had drawn their weapons and were all in fighting stances. Draco had no idea where Percy and Annabeth had managed to hide swords in their robes but Annabeth had a wicked looking bleached white saber and Percy had the same glowing bronze one Draco had seen him fight with earlier. Reyna had a pair of long daggers.

When Draco saw what the mist had formed, his blood ran cold.