Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and I have Ron Weasley here to prove it.

Me: Hi Ron!

Ron: Er, not to be rude or anything, but where the bloody hell am I?

Me: In my disclaimer.

Ron: Oh.

Me: Do I own any of the characters or any part of the book series?

Ron: Er, no. Now, can I get back to being reunited with my best friend?

Me: You make it sound so sappy, but, I guess so.

Ron: Oka-

Nico: Ow! Wait, where am I?

Me: Nico! What are you doing here? You come in later! Probably. Not sure. Anyway, go! You're confusing Ron!

Nico: Bye. *Shadow travels out*

Ron: Who, where, what, wait a second! Huh?

Me: Goodbye. The door is that way.

*door magically appears*

Me: I love disclaimers! Now, on with the story.

Percy PoV

That morning, Annabeth and I decided to walk to a café for breakfast. After we sat down, I started to tell her about my dream and that someone was following us.

"Wait," she stopped me. "Look around. Continue in our native language."

I looked around, but there were no robed people inside. Instead, there were an assortment of others who wore strange clothing combinations, like they weren't used to wearing them.

One man that caught my eye was wearing an orange shirt and a Scottish kilt that looked completely wrong together.

As I scanned the room further, I realized that many others were dressed in a similar way.

"Okay, now that we can talk, I need to tell you about the dream I had last night." I filled her in on my interrupted dream.

"And there is some guy, King-y Shackle Bolt who is tailing us," I finished.

"Are you sure that was their name?" Asked Annabeth incredulously.

"It was like, Kingley, Kingsey, wait, it was Kingsley Shacklebolt!" I announced, happy to remember the name.

"Care to see if anyone here has heard of him?" Annabeth smirked, already knowing my answer.

"Let's do it!" That was all she needed to hear.

"Here's the plan:"

"So, you're sure his name is Kingsley?" said Annabeth loudly.

"Yup, he's my second cousin on my dad's side. He said that he would show us around."

As we spoke, we kept our eyes peeled on the other people around us. Sure enough, half of the people in the restaurant went wide-eyed when we spoke the name.

One man in particular caught my eye. He was African, but he looked like any other normal person, and wasn't wearing odd clothing combinations.

He was better at hiding his shock at the mention of the name, but he was able to hide it much better. The only hint that he was listening was his hands clenching on his chair as he started to get up.

"Annabeth," I whispered, "Time to go, Now!"

We walked out the door, waiting to see who would follow. Nobody (A/N not SoM 'nobody', in case anyone cared) followed us, and we kept walking.

A few minutes later, we were 5 streets away and we saw the same man, heading toward us.

Annabeth steered me into a museum where we waited for him to come in, and we were not disappointed.

I snapped my fingers and the Mist wrapped around us as a boy with black hair and green eyes shimmered into existence across the hall.

While "Kingsley" chased the Mist, we sneaked out the back, and into an empty alleyway. Annabeth snapped her fingers, stopping the image fooling our pursuer.

Annabeth pulled out a drachma and walked over to a small rainbow that was convientiently located in the back of the alley, when a pair of winged shoes flew down from the sky.

A small leather bag was tossed at her, which she caught with ease. "Thank you for using Hermes Express Delivery Service," a man's voice boomed in Greek, "Please use us for your next delivery soon."

Annabeth muttered, "Thank the gods" and opened the bag.

"Percy," she whispered to me while pulling something out of the bag and placing it on her hand, "Put this on."

Before she could give me whatever it was, the black smoke that neither of us had noticed solidified into humanoid forms.

I grabbed riptide and Annabeth and I went back to back, ready to fight. "Percy!" Annabeth yelled at me desperately, "You need to take it!"

I reached for her, but then, all Hades broke loose. Believe me, I know from far too much experience what that is like.

The hooded figures around us all pulled out sticks and started to shoot light at us.

Annabeth's PoV

Our attackers stayed in virtually the same positions, like they were not used to fighting hand-to-hand. That was an advantage on our side.

"Deadalus 36," I said to Percy as we dodged around the lights. Around mortals, demi-gods had started to address all strategies for battle with the name Deadalus.

"Give it up, Potter!" One of the hooded figures shouted.

"Now!" I shouted, and Percy and I each flew at the attacker opposite us.

With a well aimed kick or punch, we each took out person after person, until, with a loud crack, ten more people appeared out of thin air.

That put us into momentary shock and knocked us out of our rhythm. A well aimed "spell" hit Percy's Achilles heel, due to sheer luck, and he collapsed.

Desperately, I threw the ring I had grasped in my hand with all of my might, and it embedded itself in the folds of Percy's shirt.

The newcomers ran out with their wands pointed at the people holding Percy. I tried to attack the hooded figures, but someone with a very strong grip pulled me back and restrained my arms.

"Percy !" I screamed, struggling, biting and kicking. I couldn't do anything and was forced to watch as Percy and his assailants disappeared.

The fighting stopped and the robed men and women turned to each other. "That was not Harry," was the first thing that was said.

The people checked themselves for any injuries and a few expressed worries about the attackers, then they turned to me.

"I will take her to the school," said one woman with purple hair, "Everyone else, go ahead. Someone get Dumbledore."

After everyone muttered their agreement, they all disappeared with an earsplitting crack and they were gone.

The only people remaining were the man restraining me, the purple haired woman, the man who had been following us, "Kingsley" and a grizzled man with part of his nose missing, a fake eye and a wooden leg.

The woman knelt down in front of me and spoke as though I was six years old. "We want to help you, but you have to listen to us."

I decided to play it dumb and act like I had no idea what was going on. Act like a stupid mortal, like Rachel.

"That was mean," I mentally chide myself. I know that this is not the time.

I stop fighting against the man holding me and put my head down. I ask in a whisper the question that I really need to know, "Where is Percy? Why did they attack us?"

"We are not completely sure where he is," Kingsley said in a deep voice, "But it is imperative that we get going."

"This will feel unpleasant," the woman warned. Then, with a bang, the man holding me stepped forward and spun around.

We disappeared.

Harry's PoV

(A/N This is his dream)

I dreamed that I was in a dark room with a long table in the center of it. The fireplace cast a dim glow over the few people sitting around the table.

Everyone was looking at the door, as if waiting for someone. It opened, and in walked two men.

"Have you returned successful?" rasped none other than Voldemort.

"Yes my lord," replied the first man, "the others are bringing him in as we speak"

A moment later, the rest of the Death Eaters entered, dragging a struggling figure bound in chains.

"Welcome," said Voldemort, walking towards them. "I see my spies were correct. You do look like Potter."

I could feel his happiness the capture, and I was disgusted by it.

I was able to see the captives face and realized that he did look like me; he was even around the same age. The closer Voldemort got to him, the harder he struggled.

"We will of course use this to our advantage." He turned to the people holding him. "One less filthy muggle in the world and the ministry will think that their precious 'chosen one' is dead."

The assembled Death Eaters laughed, while the boy looked at Voldemort calmly and said bravely, "What kind of villain doesn't have a nose?"

They all stopped laughing and stared at him, while the two holding him pushed him onto the ground.

"Crucio!" shouted Voldemort, pointing the wand at the boy. The jet of light hit him in the back, and he absorbed the pain of the curse, until he started to scream.

"Stop!" I tried to yell at them, but I was forced to watch his agony.

When Voldemort ended the curse with the flick of his wand, the two picked up the boy and faced him to the Dark Lord.

"Luckily, we do not need him alive."

He started to fight his chains even harder than before, but Voldemort already had his wand out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" I shouted and woke up.

After I had told Hermione and Ron about my dream, we had a nice day.

We played quittich in the yard, recieved our school lists and O.W.L. results, and we were able to enjoy each others company.

I had just about gotten the dream out of my head when I overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley whispering.

"They hid her in ther school?" Asked Mrs. Weasley incredulously.

I crept towards the kitchen, stopping at the floor above it where I saw none other than Ginny doing exactly the same thing. She silently moved over and I sat next to her.

"Only temporararily," Mr. Weasley paused, then continued. "We do not know anything about the two, only that they are not wizards and that they are not older than seventeen."

"The poor girl," said Mrs. Weasley, "helpless and scared, with no idea what is going on."

3rd Person PoV

None of that was true, in any way.

Annabeth was armed, angry, and had a plan.

She was just a little unsure of how it would turn out.

How was this chapter?

I haven't written a fighting scene, and I hope I did it well.

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