Rise of The New Order (A Percy Jackson and Harry Potter Crossover Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

First things first, updates on this work will be slow. Like, very slow. Maybe an update every two weeks. I am very busy with a combination of both school and my own novel, which is currently in its second draft.

So between all of that and my wanting to make this high quality, updates will be slow.

Your friendly-neighborhood author man-

MarsmUltor.

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Nico Di Angelo hated every second of this. Everything from the mission to this faux shadow-traveling felt alien, and he despised it from the bottom of his pitch-black heart. Only moments after being swallowed by a swirling portal, he was spat out on a street.

He went over to the nearest garbage bin and vomited. Holy shit, his first shadow-travel had felt better.

The rest of his friends- Jason, Percy, Hazel, and Thalia- were mirroring his actions, bent over garbage bins, retching their stomachs out.

Nico straightened and wiped his mouth. 'That was horrible.'

'Agreed,' Percy said, 'I would rate it 0/10. Not recommended experience.'

'Well, it's good that they gave us some time to make ourselves presentable. Otherwise the "Royals" part of this mission would be over before it began. Everyone, especially Thalia, and Percy, remember that as soon as we head in there, we drop all fun and goofiness. We start walking like there is a stick up our ass and we talk fancily.'

Percy whistled. 'Damn, Jason. You kiss Piper with that mouth.'

Jason kicked Percy in the balls.

Sometime later, Nico was seated around a large table in Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The room-hell, the entire house- radiated dark energy and reeked of curses. So basically, perfect for him.

He scrutinized everyone seated at the table. Seated at the opposite head of the table was an old man with half-moon spectacles, a truly fine beard, and a twinkle in his eyes that Nico was all too familiar with.

Flanking Dumbledore was a man with a single eye and a wooden leg whose nose was half gone. The eye flitted in its socket. Definitely Mad-Eye Moody. On Dumbledore's other side was a tired-looking, gaunt man with loose-fitting robes with familiar scars on his face.

Nico's blade went to the pommel of his silver dagger, eyeing the man. Will caught his eye from the other side.

'No,' he mouthed.

Nico took in everyone else and settled in his chair beside Percy.

Dumbledore said, 'It's a pleasure to meet-'

Hazel raised a hand. 'We know who you are. We have been briefed on who everyone is. So instead of wasting time on petty discussion, let us get to it. And Dumbledore, I would like to remind you that you are toeing a very fine line by bringing us here. A very fine line.'

Dumbledore smiled tightly, the twinkle dimming slightly.

Nico laughed. 'Oh, I get it, Dumbledore. Very clever. Very clever indeed. But please, we are not your chess pieces. So as my sister said, let's get to the real reason you want us here.'

'What is your knowledge on the topic of Lord Voldemort's return.'

Interesting. So Dumbledore used his true name. And judging from the way everyone but Harry flinched, he was the only one to do so.

Percy leaned forward, the cue for him to take the whole conversation by the horns. 'Prince Mountbatten and the Lady of the Mist have already informed us regarding the return of Tom Marvolo Riddle. The young master Malfoy has further debriefed us..'

The youngest redhead boy- Rob, was it?- frowned. 'Why are you trusting him? He's probably lying to you. He's been nothing but a total prick to us.'

Thalia raised an eyebrow. 'So you're saying that he doesn't deserve another chance? Especially because this started due to his birth? If that were true, Jason, Percy, and I would not be here.'

'We know what he has done to you,' Jason said. 'But he has already apologized for his mistakes and is trying to atone for them. You must learn to let go.'

'But he's caused us so much trouble! He's always tried to oppose us, even when we were trying to help.'

Jason took off his glasses and started cleaning. 'Mr. Weasely, in our line of work, we have learned to let go, regardless of whatever the offending person has done. If he didn't, more than half our camps would not be alive. They would all have been hung as traitors. It is how our first war started anyway.'

He smiled sadly. 'And life's too short to bear petty grudges. To set brother against brother. Learn and do not make the same mistakes we did. I am not telling you to forgive him. Heavens no, I understand how hard it would be. But just give him another chance.'

Ron's scowl lessened. 'Okay. But no promises?'

'Couldn't have said it better, Jase. I would never admit it, but my brother is right. I have one last thing to say if no one minds: cherish every moment you have with your loved ones. You never know when they will be gone, passed like wind to the heavens.'

Dumbledore took the conversation back to the topic. Nico got the feeling that he would lose it at whatever he was about to say.

And drop a bombshell Dumbledore did.

'We want your help in the war against Voldemort.'

The room turned dead silent.