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Percy

The next day, Percy sat at the Gryffindor table with his friends, for the Halloween feast. Since the arrival of Beauxbatons, the seating in the Great Hall had become more relaxed and the demigods from the other houses had joined them, happily exchanging stories about their first week at Hogwarts.

All day, Percy had been dodging his friends' questions about the wand… How had he made it work? Could demigods use magic?

The truth was, when he'd picked up Harry's wand, it hadn't felt like demigod magic at all. It had felt like electricity, arcing through his spine, like what he thought it would be like to be Jason or Thalia.

"You okay?" Annabeth whispered. He nodded, pretending not to notice the concerned glances she exchanged with Nico and Will.

The chatter reached a crescendo as the golden plates shimmered back to their original, spotless state, dying away almost instantly as Dumbledore rose to his feet. Ludo Bagman was practically bouncing up and down with excitement while Mr Crouch appeared almost bored.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore plunged the Hall into shadows. The flames inside the Goblet of Fire, now almost painfully bright in the semi-darkness, flared, suddenly turning red. Shadows the colour of blood danced across the stone floor, as fiery sparks shot high above the children's heads.

"Now, when the champions' names are called," Dumbledore began, "I would ask them to proceed to the next chamber where they will-"

He was cut off by the students' collective gasp as a tongue of flame leapt from the goblet, releasing a charred piece of parchment. Snatching the parchment out of the air, the headmaster squinted in the dim light of the now once again brilliant blue flames. "The champion for Beauxbatons is… Fleur Delacour!"

A storm of applause swept across the hall as Fleur sashayed to the front. The cheering died down quickly, everyone's attention focused yet again on the Goblet which had turned fiery red once more. A second piece of parchment tumbled from the flames, almost fluttering to the floor before Dumbledore caught it.

"The Hogwarts champion is…" For a long moment, Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands and everyone stared at Dumbledore until, finally, he cleared his throat and read out;

"Harry Potter."

There was no applause; more of a buzzing, like a swarm of angry bees, that grew louder by the second. Percy didn't see what the big deal was until Annabeth muttered, "but Harry's fourteen, right?"

Percy couldn't help but feel bad for the younger boy as he stumbled to the front. His blank gaze met Percy's, a silent plea for help.

"Yeah! Go Harry!" Before he knew what he was doing, Percy had leapt to his feet. Harry had to know that someone was rooting for him and, after a moment's awkward silence, the rest of Gryffindor table exploded with cheers.

Ushered out of the door by a frowning McGonagall, Harry disappeared. The chatter was now deafening and even Dumbledore struggled to contain it. Ron and Hermione stared at each other, stunned.

Unnoticed by the unruly crowd, a third piece of crumpled parchment was tossed from the Goblet, spewing flames. "SILENCE!" Professor Dumbledore bellowed, seizing the parchment out of the air.

Percy didn't want to compete. He had enough on his plate already… but suddenly he knew that he had to do something to help Harry. He remembered how the wizard had, without question, promised to help them bring back Hecate. Percy knew enough about quests to know that it was impossible to succeed alone.

Please, Dad, he thought, if you're listening… help me out.

"And finally, the champion for Camp Half-Blood is…

Percy Jackson!"

Harry

Fleur stood, alone, by the fire. Harry was shaking as he approached, not sure how to put into words what had just happened.

"What eez it?" she asked, imperiously. "Ver is ze next champion?"

Harry opened his mouth to respond when the Hall behind him erupted with cheers. Percy burst through the door, grinning, followed by Dumbledore, Ludo Bagman, Mr Crouch, Madame Maxine, Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Fleur raised a perfect eyebrow. "What about ze 'Ogwarts…?" her eyes fell upon Harry, "Oh."

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?"

"No." Snape snorted with disbelief. The other adults exchanged careful glances.

"And did you ask an older student to put your name into the Goblet for you?" Dumbledore continued.

"No."

"Zis is most injust!" Madame Maxine exploded, "A… a demigod competing in the Triwizard Tournament and now a little boy? Dumbly-dorr, what is ze meaning of zis?"

"I'm afraid both Percy and Harry must compete," Dumbledore said, politely, "It's a binding magical contract."

Madame Maxine did not retort, merely glared. Ludo Bagman bounced on the balls of his feet, ridiculously excited.

"Well, the first task is designed to test your daring," he beamed, like this was the best news since Ireland won the Quidditch World Cup, "So we won't be telling you what it is! Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality for wizards and…" he coughed, "Ah, demigods alike. The first task will take place on November 24th. Good luck to you all!"

Madame Maxine led Fleur swiftly away and the other teachers drifted off, leaving Percy and Harry standing awkwardly by the door.

"Shall we go back to the common room, then?" Percy asked, with forced cheerfulness.

"Uh, I think I need to be alone," Said Harry, apologetically.

The son of Poseidon nodded, like he understood. As Harry wandered away, he called after him, "Hey, Harry!"

"What?"

"I believe you – that you didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire."

Harry hesitated, smiling despite himself.

"Thanks."

Annabeth

"I'm worried about Harry," muttered Percy.

Annabeth frowned, "I'm worried about you, Seaweed Brain."

The demigods had stayed behind in the Great Hall to celebrate with Percy, when he finally came out, though Annabeth didn't feel like celebrating. Why couldn't they have a quiet year for once?

"Don't be," he smiled, wrapping an arm around her, "I'll be fine. I always am."

Arguable, she thought dryly. In the last five years, Percy had disappeared twice, fought titans, giants and Ares himself, saved the world multiple times and fallen into Tartarus to stay with her. Fine didn't really cover all that.

"Percy," Nico called from beside Will. The son of Apollo had cake crumbs spilling from his mouth as he gave them a thumbs-up, "Can we please talk about the wand?"

Annabeth's throat constricted. Watching Percy do magic had been kind of terrifying. They'd lost so much, already, she was afraid of losing him to a world she barely understood.

"Alright," her boyfriend sighed, grimacing, "But I don't really understand it either. It just, sort of… happened."

The cogs in Annabeth's brain started turning. One thing was for certain; the Fates weren't done with Percy, yet.

And she sure as Hades wasn't letting him go through anything alone.

Risa, Geni Blaze, aLazyCloud and b31nobody, thank you so much for your reviews. You have no idea how happy they made me - I logged on today thinking, "please let me have another review," and I got 4! Keep reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Risa, your review pointed out many important aspects of the story and you read my mind (sort of) with Nico's past! I'm planning on having Nico, Harry and Percy as the three key characters of the story so keep reading to find out how Nico's backstory plays a part (you'll probably get more Nico next chapter or the chapter after!). Please keep letting me know what you think of the storyline as it continues!