A/N: Not an action fic! Reminder!

Griphook said yes, that he'd help. The goblin did it without a bargain, Percy saw he was reluctant to hand over the sword but in return he showed the goblin Riptide, and the watch. Griphook reveled in the moment, his eyes wide as he went over every crook and cranny of the sword. Legendary, is what he called the sword. But divine was what the trident and shield were called.

The planning was something Percy had paid close attention to, he attached himself onto every word that the goblin uttered out. The goblin had a wicked smile on his face, bloodthirsty and relished in the hurt of others.

It reminded him of Octavian.

Percy had his sword out on a night they were talking about how the house of Lovegood had been exploded, he pulled it out when a voice called out over the howling winds. He immediately put it away when he realized that it was Remus Lupin, he looked happy with the announcement.

He supposes that the werewolf had gotten his act together.

Then Harry was called the godfather. The man looked happy, younger than he did when Percy would see him at the meetings. Joy does that to you. That night he burned some of his food and thanked Artemis for the childbirth that had gone perfectly.

They were prepared and ready to go, Hermione had everything from the single long, black hair in a glass vial to the wand that Bellatrix Lestrange actually uses. She wore the set of robes that she had managed to take from Grimmauld place, before they left. It was weird seeing Hermione walk into the closet and walk out as Bellatrix.

Percy was going to be under the cloak with Harry, since the cloak was the only thing hiding his godly aura. The goblin smelt it on him the first time he met Griphook, it won't be any different to any other goblin. The goblin decided to rest on Harry's shoulder, instead of Percy's, like the demigod had offered.

But the goblin declined, stating that he had heard enough about accidentally making a demigod mad, especially one of the big three.

Once inside the vault, they were met by guards, which Percy and Harry easily took care of. Then came the issue of Travers and the goblin behind the counter. When the words Imperio were uttered by the goblin, Harry had taken control over the scrutinizing goblin. And Percy took control over Travers.

Percy had split the water over them, having learnt of its properties. Hermione was still hidden as Bellatrix, being the main objective of not getting water on, but Harry and Ron were soaked to their bones.

They were hurrying because of the imperious curse being unmeant, thus leaving traces of. They were set off by the alarm and they knew that they shouldn't run, but still, the odd chance of being caught was too great of a deal at the moment.

Hearts were pumping and legs were running, Percy had grabbed Griphook and ran behind the group. Past the dragon they ran and into the melting vault. Griphook was put down on the ground and they had spread out.

Light shone from each of their wands as they searched between the glittering jewels, between the fake sword of Gryffindor and between the chains. Then a scream came from Hermione and he ran over to her. He was glad that it was only a blister.

The curses placed upon the goblet were Gemino and Flagrante. Meaning that everything touched will burn and multiply. The end conclusion by Griphook is that they would be crushed to death by the weight of gold, expanding and expanding, creating huge pressure on them.

They were after the symbols of the houses of Hogwarts. Everywhere they searched for the goblet, or tiara. Soon they were stepping onto gold as if it were heated coals. Harry exclaimed out that he had found it, Percy saw how his breath hitched and his hand trembled.

Hermione tried with the summoning curse, but that failed. Then the genius witch that he so much adored raised her wand and hoisted Harry up by his ankle. The next thing Percy knew they were up to their waist in treasure and he couldn't feel the burning sensation covering his body.

The moment that Harry had grabbed the cup, goblins were running at them. Percy expanded his sword and made the ground shake, a warning. He called out his credentials of being the heroes of Olympus. That made them stop in their step.

He felt bad, as the goblin called out, they morally can't stop following them until they've escaped. Not doing that would lead them to going insane as they felt that their only purpose was guarding the gold of Gringotts.

Percy pushed them to the ground with water, that gave them some time. In a blur, Percy followed Harry and suddenly the lot of them were on a dragon, a half-blind dragon. With a roar it soared into the air. Through the falling debris of the ceiling.

They were on the dragon for gods know how long, and every moment Percy was praying to Zeus to not kill him, that it was for the greater good. He knew that the King of Gods owed him at least something after sacrificing his life so many times. But that was the means of being a demigod, sacrifice.

Percy had wrapped his arms around each one of them when they jumped off the dragon, from a higher height than most would dare. But they were safe, when he was around the sea would be their friend.

Percy happily swam out of the lake, pulling Hermione with him as Harry and Ron staggered to their feet. By the time they were out of the water, he and Hermione had already put up many protective spells.

They went out to destroy the cup, having the sword in their hands. Percy stayed back as he let the three do it, he was just along for the ride at the end, protecting Harry. Just like the prophecy said.

Harry talked about how he could feel Voldemort's anger about losing the cup, and the slaughter that the goblins were subjected to. It was awful, Percy's chest filled with guilt for the fallen during the entirety of the rampage under Voldemort.

Then Harry was shaken awake by a nightmare and Percy walked back into the tent, having been outside to keep watch. The Chosen One talked about the cup, and how Hogwarts had another. Then there were only two left.

Percy came to the same realization as Hermione had, that Voldemort would kill until he found his horcrux and have it be safely in his hands.

The town was eerie, not compared to the place that once was filled with students and foreign travelers. He missed it, so he turned to look at the direction of the castle, admiring it from a distance. The street then quickly filled up with a dozen hooded Death Eaters, they knew of their arrival.

The four had their wands up, but they wouldn't be able to manage to get them all. It was a precaution, if they were to find them. He saw Hermione's shoulder relax down in relief that the summoning spell didn't work on their cloak. They went to a side street, hoping that they wouldn't be followed in there, and they weren't.

In complete darkness and a pool of paranoia and anticipation, they waited. After frantic whispers of getting out of there, Percy felt a cold sweep over the street and light was sucked from the town, as well as the happiness. He could slowly feel it being sucked away into the pitch black darkness.

By the way Harry's shoulders were shivering, Percy wasn't the only one. The godling watched in silent dread as Harry casted the patronus charm. A silver stag jumped out and charged, a yell sounded, the kind that monsters make when they win from an inexperienced demigod.

Dementors retreated but the steps were becoming louder and louder the closer they got. When they were called into a narrow street, they kept the cloak on them, remaining hidden to everyone.

Percy recognized the bar, it was the bar of Hog's Head Inn. He would never forget the moment he actually started to feel liked with his fellow students. Percy watched in interest as he listened to the man argue with the Death Eaters. A small smile of nostalgia etched across his face as he thought of Phineas. The all-knowing attitude and being to turn around words, really finished the image.

When the Death Eaters left and the identity of the barman came to light, Percy understood. Aberforth Dumbledore was the barman of Hog's Head Inn. He didn't complain nor resist when food was put on the table by Albus' younger brother.

Harry and the man butted heads about leaving or entering Hogsward. But then the conversation turned to a different route, about what Albus had wanted. It was true what Aberforth said, Albus had a lot of ambitions, but the people that were getting hurt in the scheme of his plans were great.

They continued to head butts over Aberforth's older brother and Percy could feel and hear the resentment in his voice. But then he also listened to the man resign, how Voldemort had won and how there was no more trying, only hiding and saving yourself.

Percy snorted and knew that no opportunity existed when your home was in the state of war, both your homes. The Muggles were getting terrorized and the wizards were executed because they didn't fit Voldemort's standards. There is no running from a war where the battlefield is your future, your home.

"Professor Dumbledore cared about Harry, very much." Hermione had said and Percy reached out to hold her hand.

"Did he now?" Aberforth then questioned.

Percy had cleared his throat and spoke up, for the first time since they had arrived in the bar. "He left us a house, because he felt like our connection was familial."

"You're the Grindelwald spawn, aren't you."

"He's much more than that." Hermione had defended him and he just squeezed her hand. A fight with a stubborn man is a fight lost. The conversation was steered back to Ariana Dumbledore and the very truth of the incident was revealed. The anger in the man was something comparable to the rage of a demigod.

The conversation got very targeted and Percy had to comfort Hermione so the woman wouldn't jump to his defence. He had heard it many times before, and many times had he most likely deserved it. He handed her his handkerchief when Hermione cried over the story of the Dumbledore siblings' past.

Ariana, the girl in the painting, turned around and ran towards something, until her figure disappeared. When she had returned, she came with a guest. Percy's face turned into one of relief and slight worry when he saw the state that the Longbottom was in. He had a limp, had gashes and his clothes were ripped and torn, an eye swollen and coloured with yellow and purple.

Neville was excited to see them again, Percy knew what it was like to have everything change and find out that the beam of light which was considered hope had returned. Neville asked questions and they answered.

Anger filled him when Neville told them about the newest Death Eater teachers and their disciplinary ways, it was madness, it was something worthy of the Fields of Punishment after their death. He snorted at the irony in their names. "Alecto?" Percy repeated in a hushed whisper to Hermione, "She wasn't all that bad, just a bitch."

Then they arrived at the end of the tunnel and they climbed through the hidden passageway behind the painting and were greeted by many. They quickly backed up and saw, the Room of Requirement had changed and surpassed itself.

And just like they did in the passageway, questions were asked and answers were given. Harry was about to be stubborn again in letting others help him. Percy gave him a strict look and nudged him.

In a time of war and despair, all that you need to know is who is on your side. It reminded him of the first war he had led in Manhattan.

After some talking, they came to the conclusion that the last item that they needed was the lost diadem of Ravenclaw. Then Harry and Luna sneaked off to see the statue of Ravenclaw, to at least have an image of it.

While Harry and Luna were gone, Percy had decided to lay down in a hammock and closed his eyes as Hermione and Ron answered all of the questions. He was tired and missed his family.

When he woke up from what felt like a short nap, a hand was on his cheek and he knew who it was at an instant. "Hermione." He muttered and pushed himself into her hand, "Is it time?" He asked.

"I think it is coming." She said back to him, "Some of the Order has arrived, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Lupin, the twins, Bill and Fleur, even Moody is here, even though that should be no surprise. ."

Percy frowned, "What is Lupin doing here?" He asked as he turned around to sit out of the hammock, he stretched his back and let out a sigh, "He is a new father." He grimaced at the sound of Mrs. Wealsey arguing with her daughter.

He understood the reasoning of both parties. One wants to fight and the other wants to protect. It was an all too familiar situation. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Hermione. "I need you to not die." He whispered.

She looked up at him grimly, "I don't know what will happen, but I'll try not to." She replied to him. Percy just gave her a small smile as he remembers every war that he had been through. There were too many for someone his age.

Perseus was surprised when Percy Weasley walked through the opened painting, he had a fond smile on his face as he listened to the twins shame him for abandoning his family, criticizing them even.

The eerie feeling had never left the Grindelwald since they were at Hogsmeade. But along with the creeping feeling of suspense of what seems to be the final battle, he was wide awake. "I love you, Hermione. Do know that." He whispered to her. "We're going to make it out, we're going to move into the big house, get jobs and have children, two, maybe three if we aren't going to be busy working for the ministry."

"We are going to make it out." Hermione said to him, she was determined now. Percy could see it by the way her eyebrows furrowed into a straight line and heard it in how her voice never wavered.

Gods, he loves her so much.

The group started to move out and the two of them quickly followed after. Percy squeezed her hand before walking up to the front with Professor McGonagall, discussing the plans that they had foreseen for the evacuation.

Then came Voldemort's announcement of handing over Harry Potter and Percy glared over at the Slytherin table. He raised his voice and looked at the students, donned in green. "Dare and find out what'll happen." He glowered at them, only most cowered in fear and some didn't.

The students were starting to evacuate by the orders of Professor McGonagall. Everyone was doing something, Kingsley had taken the lead into splitting the order into groups, covering every exit. Immediately, when Kingsley pointed over to him, he shook his head with a small smile. "I'm staying with Harry." He said and tapped his watch, making the shield expand. "He needs some protection."

"Blimey, it's the same one that saved me." Sirius said from behind the group, the man walked over and patted Percy's back. "Keep him safe." He whispered.

"It is my duty to do so." He whispered back to the former Azkaban-prisoner. He exchanged a few words with McGonagall and smiled as he thought of how Minerva would have admired the defensive strategies that the professor had come up with.

Percy followed Harry after giving Hermione a kiss. The boy was a bit everywhere, lost if Percy could describe it correctly. As if he had an eurika moment, Harry called out for Headless Nick, asking questions about the tower of Ravenclaw.

The Gray Lady was reluctant to help until Percy mentioned his cousin Nico, the ghost paled even more before quickly folding and turning to help the two. Then he listened to the story of Helena Ravenclaw and of her death, as well as the death of the Bloody Baron. It was tragic in some way, in a Greek way.

Then, Harry was speculating and Percy couldn't help but think if Annabeth was to have the knowledge of Riddle like Harry. That she would have solved it in a matter of seconds, but then again, it wouldn't be fair to Harry to compare his problem-solving skills with that of a daughter of Athena.

Percy pushed Harry behind him as a shadow of a body crashed through the window, but quickly relaxed when he realized that it was just Hagrid. While the giant and Harry talked, Percy looked outside to wave at Hagrid's half-brother Grawp. He reminded him of Tyson.

They stepped over broken gargoyle heads and past potted mandrakes, which was a weird sight to see. Hagrid had to run after Fang when a vase exploded, showing how much of a scared nature the dog actually has. Percy ran closely behind Harry.

They were running through the whole castle at this point, only to be blocked ahead by Aberforth, who was mad because of the evacuating students going through his pub. Harry explained in short words and reasoned against holding hostages.

Percy was glad that they did that, not holding hostages. The damage it would have inflicted on a person would be bad, and even worse when they realize that their Death Eater parent has other priorities.

Running around yet another corner, they bumped into Hermione and Ron. Percy reached out to give her a quick hug before running after again, into the Room of Requirement. They had a short conversation with Neville's grandmother who looked forward to helping her grandson.

Percy wanted to reach out and stop Tonks from running after her husband and into the fight, but he knew if it was Hermione leading all of those fighters onto the ground, he'd follow her in a heartbeat.

"Fuck," Percy hissed as he looked at the stairs, "Can someone get the house-elves?" He asked weakly. Harry looked confused and asked why. "Why? Because they'd rather die than leave their post." He said.

Hermione reached over and kissed his cheek. "We'll do it after we've found the Diadem." She said and Percy nodded.

Hogwarts was in bad shape, the walls and ceilings were shaking, something that isn't a good sign for such an old castle. Dust filled the air and lights of green and red were projected through the windows, reminding Percy that the Death Eaters were making their way up.

Then the room shifted, towering walls revealed items that had been hidden by students who were long gone from the school. Harry and Ron quietly talked about how it was a good place to hide all things.

Then came the voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione and Ron are long gone, searching for the diadem. Percy sniffled a laugh when Draco said that he was using his mother's wand. Then after a short scuffle the three Death Eaters started arguing amongst themselves. How Draco was done for.

Then the moment that Crabbe yelled Mudblood the walls shook even more, and the ceiling started dropping more dust and Percy had his wand aimed at Crabbe. "You dare." He had hissed at the boy, "I'll leave you the same state that I left Bellatrix Lestrange."

That got the Death Eater's son to shut up, but not without putting the damn room on fire. Percy tried summoning water but as if it was a copy of Greek Fire, the water evaporated, leaving nothing to be able to put it out.

Harry was now trying to grab a stunned Goyle, but Malfoy pulled him with him instead. Percy had to get back behind Hermione because, quite frankly, he doesn't know how to ride on a broom. Percy kept muttering about chimeras he could kill, but whatever the dragons and serpents were, was another story.

Then they dropped and Percy grabbed onto a reaching out to Crabbe, who was limp. While Hermione and Ron worked together to drag Goyle onto Ron's broom and Malfoy onto Harry's, which seemed less than ideal.

The Slytherins and Gryffindor watched as Harry dived for the tiara and before they knew it they were out the door and the Room of Requirement had vanished behind them. A shudder went through Percy as he knows what a limp body means, especially so cold in the blazing heat that they were in a mere seconds ago. "He's dead." Percy whispered to Draco.

Then dark and tarry liquid leaked from the diadem and it broke apart in Harry's hands. Hermione explained and Percy felt proud of his girlfriend, soon-to-be-fiance, of knowing so many things.

Percy immediately turned and casted spells to aid the Weasley twins and their Percy W. He casted a stunning spell at a Death Eater who was creeping up behind them. Then a faint sound of a whistle sounded and Percy flung himself at the closest person by him.

An explosion is what it was. The ringing in his ears were familiar as he pulled the person under him up, "Fuck Fred." He breathed out and winced as his bruised ribs shot a sharp pain up his back. "You should watch where you walk."

"Not much walking is going to happen anymore." Fred said faintly as he gestured over to his foot, which hung limp from his ankle.

Before they knew it they were being attacked again, jinxes and charms were cast across the corridor as it lit up with color. He wondered if there were firework charms that they'd be scared of.

Then he prayed to Athena to kill whatever huge spider it was that entered the room, but quickly rescinded it because it happened to be friendly, a huge spider. Last time he saw a spider that big was the mother of spiders, before he dropped into hell.

As they were moving, Perseus moved to grab Fred and put him on his back. A piggy back ride was easier to do than just carrying him everyone, they stuck low to the ground. So that they wouldn't get hit by the curses that were being shot through the room.

Harry was in some mental state of his mind while the rest of them were fighting against the invaded Death Eaters. Percy wondered how long it would take until he had to go out and fight the giants. The Chosen One was just about to start arguing about using the cloak with Hermione and Percy just put a hand on Harry' shoulder, "I've got his back, Hermione."

Before they know it, Percy had casted a disillusionment charm on himself as he let Hermione, Ron and Harry get under the cloak. One more didn't fit under. They walked through the corridor and looked at the students fighting against the students.

After Peeves, pretty clever trick. They were found by the two Death Eaters, Dolohov and Travers. Dean had covered for them and they continued down the corridor, Percy had to look closely at the pair of shoes without bodies under the clouds of dust.

They encountered Draco, saving him once again from a faith that could be less ideal for the young Death Eater. Then they were at the top of the stairs in the hallway, Death Eaters were everywhere and Percy's head swirled around when he heard a thud.

As if a monster of Greek origin was around them, Percy kicked the fast beast off of the fallen person. "Fuck!" He cussed loudly as he recognized the face of the animal. "Fenrir." He said with distaste tainting his words and his disillusionment charm broke apart as he unfolded the trident from his watch. Without a second to waste on the werewolf, he had pierced it with his trident, a fatal blow is what it was as his trident had a coat of silver on it.

Percy casted a jinx at a Death Eater who was approaching and kept his trident in the body of the werewolf. He wasn't going to chance it with the werewolf's advanced healing. Lavender was stirring but she wasn't opening her eyes. He looked around and his eyes landed on Neville. "Take her to the triage site." He ordered the Gryffindor.

"Let's go!" He heard Hermione's worried voice call out.

"Percy! I have your pou-!" Neville tried to reach out to him, talk but all Percy could do was look closely at the werewolf. His trident folded back into a watch around his wrist and he looked at the pair of shoes running as the big glass windows caved in.

Percy was a bit breathless when he saw the giants as he froze, his chest heaved as he thought back to the Second Giant War. The nosebleed, the tiredness in his muscles and the temporary death of Leo. "-rcy! Percy!" A voice called out. "Dementors!" The voice of Hermione screamed out.

He was frozen to the ground as the cold spread over his body, it was as if he was thrown back into the water by the lake, where they first retrieved the sword of Gryffindor. He was shaken out of it when an otter flew by him.

He looked back at the person who casted the spell and he smiled at her. Happy memories flooded into his mind as he looked at her. The one person who could change his whole mind with only a few whispers, the one person that he would lay down his own life for.

Soon another otter joined to fight back the hundred of dementors. A roar sounded after fighting back the hooded figures and a giant ran out of the forest, a club in his hand. "Run!" Harry had screamed but Percy had already unfolded the trident in his hand.

Percy had drawn back his arm in that moment, the grip on his trident going a bit slack and let go as he pushed himself to throw it. It lodged itself in the cheek of the giant. It let out an angered roar, "-omphing Willow, go!" Harry had called out.

He knew that he couldn't defeat a giant alone, despite it not coming from the Greek monstrous side. He still wouldn't be able to defeat it. With that, he had turned around and ran after the three, to the Whomping Willow.

"Where is Harry?"

A/N: It might be a rushed read but honestly, I want to get to writing the final properly.