Percy Jackson x Harry Potter (Better version)

Chapter 3

Will's pov:

The mood at camp was depressed. No-one knew what to do. When Percy and Annabeth came from college at camp Jupiter for the summer, I'm 100% certain this is not what they were expecting. I honestly have no idea what to do now. After I finish fixing up the injuries of the campers who were injured during the fight, I pull Kayla and Austin aside.

I'm about to mention praying to the gods or something, when the ground starts rumbling again. Everyone starts freaking out, but then we see the rip where Percy fell closing itself! When it's only a metre wide (but still very long) a weird purple-grey rock forms, growing about 2 metres up! 

We stare at it. 

"That's it." I say. "We don't know what this is, but the gods might. Try to pray to your parent." 

Nico's pov:

After Will prayed a bit to his dad, we sit in my cabin together, with my head in his lap. I sigh.

"How will he ever get out Will?" He looks down at me and tilts his head slightly. "I only got out because I was captured."

"I don't even know if it's possible for a human, even a demigod, to get through Tartarus entirely on their own. Even Percy and Annabeth were help by a Giant and a Titan to make it out. And Percy is probably still falling anyway." 

We sit together, and after awhile Will speaks up. 

"There is not much we can do right now Nico." He smiles sadly, then suddenly frowns. "Have you seen Leo since.. It happened?" I recall how he clutched his wrist and how hard he had been thrown out of  the pit. Everyone had been so caught up with what happened to Percy, they didn't stop to think about Leo. I know, from personal experience, even being near the pit hurts you  mentally, more than I, or anyone, could ever describe.

"Can I come?" We look up to see Jason standing in the doorway. For the first time in awhile, I smile.

Leo's pov:

I run into the forest and keep running deeper and deeper until I reach a clearing made of dirt. Here I won't burn anything. I curl into a ball on the ground and let the flames over take me. Calypso managed to make me new fireproof clothes with her newly rejuvenated powers, so I remain clothed. 

When I calm down slightly I realise that my wrist, arm and ribs are both screaming in pain. Percy had grabbed my wrist so had it had snapped, and it was my right hand. When he threw me, I landed on it, which broke it even more, further up my arm. I sighed. Making stuff would be so much harder while it healed. I cough hard and spit a mouthful of blood onto the dirt beneath me. My breath is short and when I breathe too quick it hurts even more. My chest aches so bad spots appear in front of my eyes. The flames around me get higher as I struggle to breath, coughing up blood. Soon I'm completely encased in flames. I sit there, my breathing short and wheezing. 

Annabeth's pov:

Percy was going to die in Tartarus alone, and it was all my fault. I should have been quicker. I should have done something better than just staring down at him. Why didn't I run and get some rope or someone to help?

Jason wouldn't have been able to help as he was still not quite recovered from his stab wound, and he had had a recent encounter with his one true love, brick. And my poor seaweed brain was still falling, all alone, to the darkest, worst part of Earth. We had barely made it out alive the first time. And we lost both Bob and Damasen.

I ran away from the pit, and everyones sad, pitying faces, down to the jetty, where I sat, letting out one last sob and composing myself. Looking up at the stars I say, as I do every night;

"Bob says hello." I smile. "And so will Percy and Damasen. You see if they don't. I swear on the river Styx." 

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Cheers, Satan.