Heroes with Wands

Chapter 19

Annabeth

This year, Dumbledore decided to give everyone a week off from school in October for studying (i have no idea what for). He told us that we needed to sort things out with the prophecies and the wars.

So all of us were once again at the Burrow. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in the kitchen cleaning up, the twins were in Diagon Alley, and us kids were hanging out in Harry and Ron's room.

We were pretty much doing nothing-The wizards, Jason, Frank, Hazel and I were reading up on dark magic and Gaea, Leo was tinkering with his metals, Percy was trying to reword the prophecy, and Piper was staring into Katoptris.

"Annabeth," Percy groaned. I turned. "I can't get this one." I rolled my eyes and snatched the Great Prophecy from him.

Something in my mind clicked as I read. My eyes widened, and I read the prophecy over and over again.

I jumped up. "Guys! I know it means now!"

"What?" everyone looked confused. "The Prophecy of Seven?" asked Leo. "Yeah, we know what that means, too."

"No, no," I said. "A halfblood of the eldest gods, shall reach sixteen against all odds. And see the world in endless sleep, the hero's soul cursed blade shall reap. A single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze.' I know what it means!"

"Poseidon's underpants, are you for real?" Percy asked. I nodded. "How come after my hours of staring I got nothing, and in two seconds you just-get it?"

"Goddess of wisdom's daughter, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

We all gathered around. "There must be a wizard at school who's a halfblood," I said. "A wizard and a half-blood. Do you know how powerful they could be? The endless sleep part I'm still unsure of, but I think my knife is the cursed blade."

"It is," Jason said. "There aren't any blades like that in the world."

I nodded. "That kid, he's probably working with Voldemort. Like Luke, he's going to make a decision to either help Gaea or not, destroy Olympus or save it."

"Endless sleep," Ginny said, staring at the ground. She snapped her fingers and looked up, smiling. "Endless sleep. Basilisk?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione grinned. "You're too smart," Hermione said. "When people see the reflection of a basilisk, they freeze. They're still alive, but paralyzed. A Mandrake root antidote was used for a cure."

"Ginny, I think you just figured out the last part of the prophecy," Leo smiled. "Cute and smart."

"And taken," she added. Harry and Ron gave each other awkward looks. "So. There's a half-blood wizard at our school who's a traitor, working for Gaea and You-Know-Who."

"Yes," I said. "But he may not be of the eldest gods like it says. My mother was just hinting us. She wouldn't give us the same prophecy as mine, Percy's, and Luke's."

"And something will probably happen with the basilisk," Harry said. "And your knife."

"Hold on a minute." Frank thought for a moment. "What if it's not a blade at all? Percy, when you told us about the Battle with Atlas, you said Zoe Nightshade was poisoned with a dragon's claw. Could that be-?"

"Ladon," my boyfriend and I said in unison. Percy continued, "You're right. Cursed blade could be just a cursed or poisoned weapon. Athena said it wouldn't be clear and exact."

"And that kid, he's going to make a decision to save or destroy the world," Ron summed it up. "Okay. That's bloody mad."

"Gods," Piper said. "A wizard and a demigod? That can not be go-,"