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Harry sat, looking at Luna with a deadpan expression. He, of all people, knew not to underestimate his eccentric friend, but this might have been a bit of a stretch. They were sitting in a small room, dimly lit, with most of the light being pointed at Luna's sketch pad. They were sitting in armchairs and the air was heavy with incence. All in all it reminded him of divination with Trelawney. He could already feel a pressing headache.

They needed this though, so he decided to play along.

"All right, Harry. If you could just lean back in the chair and relax for me please, that would be lovely.

"But I AM relaxed."

"No you're not. You're fidgeting and your aura is all yellow.

Harry sighed angrily and slumped a bit more into the squishy armchair. "There. Fine?"

"Not entirely, but that will do. Now, describe him for me."

"Oh, Merlin. This is the fourth time today." he muttered under his breath. "Well. He was a bit taller than me, but not by much. He had messy, black hair. He was really really pale."

"What about his face? Was it long or round-"

"He had a kind of pointy chin. And he had prominent.. what do you call them.. cheekbones? I guess his face was kind of long-ish. But not in a way that stood out. His lips were kind of thin, I think. He had very dark eyes. Almost black. And he had dark rings around his eyes too."

Harry didn't think his description had been all that great, but when he saw Luna's drawing, he was in awe. She might as well have drawn the guy from a photo. She even got the skull t-shirt right…

"Wait a minute. You used legilimency on me!" He accused.

"I'm sorry, Harry. It really was the best way. When you try to focus on describing him, it becomes clearer when I use legilimency, but had you known I was trying to enter your mind, you would have automatically tried to deflect, and push me out." Luna muttered dejectedly.

Harry really hated when people entered his mind, especially without permission. He had bad experiences with that. He trusted Luna though, and try as he might, he just couldn't be mad at Luna.

"What's going to happen now, then?"

"I'll give this to Kingsley. He's collecting a folder with all the information we need to start the search. Maybe you should try to get some rest. You still have a couple of hours."

It wasn't until then, Harry felt how exhausted he was. He really hadn't slept well. He was still staying at the Burrow. He knew he had to start working on fixing up Grimmauld Place, but he enjoyed the warmth and comfort of the Weasleys.

He managed to drag himself out of Luna's "office" and stumbled through the nearest fireplace. He landed in the living room of the Burrow. When he collapsed on the sofa, the last conscious thought he had before falling asleep, was wondering if maybe Ginny would like to come with him to Grimmauld Place. He smiled at the thought of that, as his eyes drew shut and he started snoring.

San Francisco

"Oh gods, yes!" Hermione moaned after taking a long sip through the straw of her soda.

Nico sat down across from her, with his own tray. For a while he just sat there, eating his hamburger, and fiddling with the toy from his Happy Meal. Oh yes, Ghost King, Prince of the Underworld. Looking tough with his My Little Pony figurine.

"So, you said something about increased security at your school. What happened?" he finally asked.

She had been prepared for this question. Or at least she thought she had been prepared. How could she summarize the last five years in a way that wouldn't take days?

"War happened." She finally choked out.

"We spoke about Voldemort before, remember? The guy who tried to become immortal. Well, he kind of succeeded. He was resurrected about four years ago. We didn't defeat him until about a month ago. We had a lot of casualties and we spent almost a year on the run… I was tortured. About a month and a half ago. It was nowhere near what I imagine Tartarus was like, but I don't think I'm entirely ready to talk about it yet. At least not over dinner. Or lunch. Or whatever it is we're eating. How do you even keep track with shadow travelling?"

The idea of her being tortured made his blood boil. He was certain, that had he still been fourteen, a whole mariachi band of ghosts would have given concert at McDonald's, but miraculously he kept his cool. He even managed to place a calm hand over hers.

"Don't worry about it, Princess. We can talk about it anytime you want."

He felt very impressed with himself.

"You still haven't told me what's going on actually. I just went with you."

Nico sighed. "After the Titan war, Percy made a deal with the gods. He turned down godhood and in turn he asked that all the demigod children be claimed, that there would be more consideration of the minor gods and goddesses. He also asked for the freedom of Calypso from Ogygia. Zeus agreed, but he wasn't happy with Percy. He felt bad, having to rely on a demigod to save the world. He told Percy to stay out of the air, and said that he wouldn't hesitate to fry him to a crisp, should he ever try flying again.

During the war against Gaia, Zeus was humiliated even more. This time both by Percy's involvement and his own incapacity, due to being extremely schizophrenic."

"Okay? But then what's the problem now?"

Nico ran a hand through his hair "Percy violated the airspace." he deadpanned.

Hermione snorted. "Violated the airspace? You make it sound like he's a jumbo jet."

Nico looked at her solemnly. "Zeus shot the plane out of the sky. Percy survived, but his future father in law was severely injured. Percy was arrogant and too rebellious. He destabilized the entire pantheon! A large part of me agrees with him. Zeus was never one to keep his promises, but he always expected others to uphold them. Calypso was left on Ogygia, a lot of the minor gods still weren't acknowledged."

"But that's old news. Everyone knows that about Zeus. He tried to kill you and Bianca, he wanted to kill Percy too, but he was still had kids of his own despite the agreement between the three brothers."

"I know. But no one ever dared demand of him to keep his promises. That's what Percy is trying to do. Zeus disrespected their agreement, and now Percy showed the same disrespect. Poseidon is taking his son's side, and Zeus is getting increasingly paranoid. The other gods are taking sides. My father acts as a go-between. It was smarter to get you to camp before Zeus found you and wiped Britain off the map. It was just a matter of time until they found you. We can protect you better at camp."

With that he stood up with his tray, walking to the trash can, beckoning her towards the door.