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

Eavesdropping May Not Be the Healthiest Thing

Hermione thought that the Royals could no longer surprise her. That is why she was so shocked when she heard what she did.

She had woken late at night and had started on her way to the kitchen when flashes of light came from the room where the Royals resided. The colors of the rainbow came through the creaky, splintered door (which, mind you, had happened after the Royals came. Merlin knows what's up with that), forming a faint image on the wall behind her.

Hermione could make out the vague shapes of twelve large figures seated around a flaring hearth whose flames shot up into the heavens. The atmosphere in the room was tense as if a heated discussion had just ended.

She heard shuffling inside the room and flattened herself against the wall, her chest rising and falling as her heart pumped with adrenaline.

She heard Thalia say, 'No. We're going to go against this, Father.'

The man seated at the "head" of the U-shape stood, his blue pinstriped shirt and coat turning to white, flowing robes as he drew himself to his full height that seemed to dwarf the entire room. His eyes crackled with power, his fingertips crackling with electricity.

'Choose wisely, daughter. This is a part of your quest, and you shall complete it. I do not want any contention on this from you, Jackson.'

'No, father,' Jason said. 'We are gods among mortals, yes. We are kings among the heathens due to what flows under our veins. But there are certain lines we shall not cross for we have no desire to become you.'

A sour taste filled Hermione's mouth. So, as she had expected, the Royals were blood supremacists. What more could she have expected?

Jason continued: 'As long as we have no concrete proof or evidence, we shall not raise a finger against them, much less massacre them. In our eyes, they are innocent.'

The man- who, she guessed, was King Maximus, the ruler of the Olympia family, and the father of Jason and Thalia- clenched his jaw. 'Fine, son. But if your mercy costs us a potential war against these warlocks, then my last act as the ruler of the heavens will be to smite down every one of you.'

'Fine. I don't care, Lord Maximus,' Nico said. 'All of us are done being your pawns. As soon as this... errand is over, we'll retire to Alaska.'

The rainbow cut off as footsteps echoed through the room, the soft padding of feet against the hardwood sending sparks up Hermione's spine. 

She ran for all she was worth, zipping up the stairs to the boys' room. She opened the door and sprinted to Ron's bed, shaking him until his eyes flew open.

'Bloody hell, 'Mione. What's got you in such a twist so early?'

'It's the Royals, Ron. They want to kill us.'

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Over a week later, Hermione stood at King's Cross Station, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for everyone to come through the wall. She had been nothing but jittery the past week; the thought of these foreigners decimated had kept her up at nights when she had been plagued with nightmares. 

It was always the same thing on repeat. She would start falling as soon as her head hit her pillow. She would be standing over Harry and Ron's limp bodies as blood pooled on the ground from their chests. Then the Royals would appear, laughing and smiling, eyes glinting with malice, their spears and swords painted with blood.

Then, only as the fog behind them cleared, would she see whose blood it was. Mountains of bodies lay stacked in giant heaps. Voices descended, mocking her and berating her for failing to do anything. Screaming at her for standing by as the race of magicians was wiped off the planet, leaving not even a mark.

Darkness would surge from behind and envelope her, and she could feel the cold, slimy hands of death wrestling with her. But for all the effort she put up, they would always drag her down into fiery hells as a voice, cold as stone, yet sharp as a razor, would whisper in her ear.

And then she would wake up, screaming, her body covered with sweat.

Hermione felt a soft, cold hand on her shoulder, and she flinched back. Ginny stared at her, the younger girl's hard, bright, brown boring into her.

'What's gotten into you, Hermione? I haven't brought it up, but you've been so nervous. Has something happened?'

Hermione shook her head, thrusting the thoughts into the corner of her mind. 'No. It's nothing. I guess the nerves are getting to me. You know, with O.W.L.S and prefect duties.'

'You're not good at lying, Hermione. But I'll go along with it. Just... remember that I'm here if you ever want to talk.'

Hermione nodded and as Ginny left, the cold fog came crashing on her again. She moved onto the train, followed by Harry and Ron. She didn't pay any attention to whatever they were saying; she just focused on finding a cabin.

Loud, happy voices drew her to the largest cabin, which the Royals seemed to have made theirs. They were all laughing and smiling as they played a card game she hadn't seen (in all fairness she had neither played nor known about many to begin with). But this... it contrasted directly with what she had seen during their summer-long stay at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, where they had all been serious and stuck-up, bratty, almost.

Hermione rapped on the window. Hazel turned to her and gestured to Nico to open the door.

'Hey, Hermione,' Thalia said.

Jason must have seen the shock written on her face. 'Thalia? Remember what we discussed?'

'Ah, screw it. Hazel's already buddied up with Harry. We can be loose with these three, seeing as our assignment involves mainly them?'

'What do you mean by "buddied Harry"?' Hermione said.

'He's been coming to me whenever he's had nightmares or problems of any sort,' Hazel said. 'I'm surprised you haven't noticed, judging by how close the two of you are.'

Hermione shifted on her feet. Her shoulders sagged, because what they had said was the truth. She had not paid any attention to Harry, or, as a matter of fact, to anyone, because she had been so wrapped up in her own mystery bubble.

'You know, you'll really like my fiancee, Annabeth.' Percy patted the seat next to him. She and the others are going to be waiting for us at Hogwarts?'

'The others?'

'Yup. The rest of us that the g- I mean, the King and Queen wanted on this. You know, one reason why I'm so excited about this is because it means the gang is finally reunited.' Percy shot the others a look. 'If I'm being honest, staying so far away from the three of you and Frank, Pipes, Leo, and Will has been killing me. College really has been taking the mickey out of us.'

Nico put his hand to his chest. 'Aww, so you do care about us.'

Well, now Hermione had to make new plans. The last thing she wanted to deal with was more Royals.

The door- which she had neglected to close- slid open and Malfoy entered, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him.

Jason raised an eyebrow. 'Really, Malfoy? Do you bring your... lackeys, for lack of a better word, everywhere?'

Malfoy blushed to the tips of his ears, flicking two fingers toward the door, and out went the two hulks. 'Sorry, Jason.'

'It's okay. Percy, Nico and I need to keep our little cousin in check, don't we?'

Hermione felt as if her brains were being blown to smithereens. And as soon as she caught sight of Harry and Ron, she knew that something was about to go sour.