Demigods and Wands

Legacy

Hi. Get the kotlc reference?

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Reyna POV

The dark figure came into the compartment. I heard Nico mumble something like, "Great, one of these."

I reached for my knife, but instantly memories, bad memories came flowing in.

My father knocking Hylla unconscious, me killing him. Ceres' island being destroyed, my sister leaving me for the Amazons.

A bright white light brought me out of my memories. I looked around and saw Harry, the boy we were supposed to kill, pointing a wand to where the creature was. Nico was looking at the man in shock, and Will and Percy had tears streaming down their cheeks, and I realized I did too.

"What just happened?" Hermione asked. She and Ron looked fine. I made eye contact with Percy, and he looked terrified.

"Did your memories...?" he trailed off. Will and I nodded. Nico shook his head.

"Wait," Nico said. "Did the Pit...?" Percy nodded. "I think I know these creatures."

"Those were dementors," Harry said. "I fought them in my third year. Why did you all freeze up?"

"We've been through a lot, so when the memories came through..." I trailed off.

"You probably haven't been through more than Harry, and he's still fine," Ron said.

Percy laughed bitterly. "You think he's gone through more than us?"

"He's been through a war!" Ron yelled.

"We've all been through two!" Percy shot back.

"He's died!"

"So has two of our friends, Leo and Hazel."

"He killed the darkest wizard of all time!"

"We've killed worse! We kill on a daily basis!"

"We earned the trust of the whole school!"

"Nico and I have earned trust from, like, every person in the USA!"

"Except Clarisse," Will put in.

"Except Clarisse," Percy confirmed.

"Harry has-"

"Ronald, stop fighting!" Hermione shouted. The loud shouting caused someone from outside to enter the compartment. He was tall, had blonde hair and blue eyes, and had a weak aura of death, like Nico's. I realized I was looking at Draco Malfoy, Legacy of Pluto.

"Hello, Potter," he sneered, before realizing we were there. "Reyna? What the Hades are you doing here? Hello, Nico, Will. You're Percy, right?"

"Yep," Percy said. Draco came up to me and hugged me.

"Long time, no see, Praetor," he said.

"Not anymore," I smirked. "Hazel and Frank resumed those duties. I'm a hunter now."

"What about Jason?" he asked. I faltered. Jason and Draco were great friends in the legion. They grew up together. We claimed Draco was a Legacy of Pluto, but after the Giant War, we discovered he was greek. Jason supported him no matter what. We never told Draco that Jason died. Draco looked around for an answer, and after a second, he put the pieces together.

"Oh, Jase," he mumbled. He then looked up. "How did it happen?" he asked quietly.

"Stabbed in the back. Piper was there," Nico said.

"Poor Piper," Draco said. "She had to watch it happen."

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you earlier, Dragon. We were so caught up recovering from the battles, we forgot to tell you," I said.