Magnus Chase At Harry Potter

Not Again! (.NoPOV.)

Hallo, I have no idea as to how someone writes a combat scene so I shall use smart words to seem like I do.

It was another average day for the demigods, nearly dying, crafting, nearly dying, training, nearly dying, and sparring.
Speaking of sparring, a blonde girl with sharp, knowing grey eyes was standing over a handsome boy with her dagger at his throat.
With a smooth movement, he jumped up and twisted his waist, kicking the dagger. He was so fast that the girl could barely respond. Barely.
She dodged the flying dagger and dashed towards the boy, who had a leaf-like, bronze sword appear in his hand.
The girl reached over her shoulder and grabbed a sword that was strapped to her strong back.
They clashed and slashed for hours on end 'till the boy shook his black hair out of his sea-green eyes and laughed.
The girl smiled and lowered her sword. The boy pulled out a cap and placed it on top of the bronze sword and it shrunk into an average fountain pen.
"You've gotten better, Chase, " Said the boy, placing the pen into his black jeans.
His orange shirt was soaked with sweat. The shirt had a design of a pegasus and leaves encircling it and a writing saying "Camp Half-Blood."
The girl stepped towards the boy and said,
"It's funny, isn't it? Less, than ten years ago, I used to hate you so much. Now, here we are."
The boy smiled lovingly towards the girl.
They were getting closer to eachother when, suddenly, a loud conch horn echoed throughout the arena.
"Next time, Percy," The blonde said, suddenly serious.
"The horn shouldn't be heard now. It's only-" Percy Jackson glanced down at his watch, "-Half past six."
The blonde nodded.
"Let's go Annabeth," He said to the blonde called Annabeth Chase, interlacing their hands together and dashing to the pavilion.
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Within a few minutes, they'd arrived at the pavilion.
It was bustling with hundreds and hundreds of people.
The gods had been busy.
Annabeth and Percy seperated and made their ways to their own tables. Percy sat sadly, alone, at his table.
He was the only son of Poseidon, ever since the pact the Big Three had made.
Chiron, their supervisor who was also a centaur, stood up at the head of the pavilion. He clunked his golden goblet against the stone table, and said,
"Settle down, children!"
The entire area became as quiet as ants.
Chiron had been their teacher for millennias at this point, they all respected him. Those who didn't, were taught to.
"Today, I ask you to rest earlier than usual. There has been an emergency and.......-"
Percy began to lose his attentiveness, so did most of the campers, did Chiron forget they all had ADHD?
Then, he heard two words that snapped his attention back.
"-The Seven!" Chiron pointed at Percy and Annabeth.
The others were out on their own businesses.
A ripple of murmurs began, whispers and questions echoed everywhere.
"So, I ask you to turn in, lest you wish the Harpies sleep filled the next morning. I, knowing you didn't listen, ask the present members of The Seven to meet me at The Blue House!"
The campers began to wolf down their food, chatting and questioning what prophecy had probably been spouted now.
Percy drank his Blue Cola and ate his pizza quickly.
After he'd finished, he glanced over at Annabeth's table.
She was already gone.
He sat up, throwing his remaining food in the fire.
The smell of the sea answered him.
Percy ran as fast as he could to the giant, blue house and saw Chiron conversing with Annabeth.
He swallowed and sat beside... Grover!
Grover gave him a nervous smile and continued listening. Annabeth glanced over at Percy and pointed at him.
Chiron nodded towards me and Annabeth sat beside me.
The ping-pong table had dozens of tables around it, only five were filled.
Three by Percy, Annabeth and Grover. One by Chiron. (Technically, he's in a wheelchair.) One by Mr. D, their camp director and the fifth by Nico Di Angelo in all his emo glory.
Nico looked up at Percy and nodded.
Suddenly, the large shadows in one corner started twisting and turning. The shadows turned into black fog and several people fell out.
Nico stood up immediately and ran towards a girl who had fallen over.
"Sis? Why in Hades did you shadow-travel so far and with so many people!" He berated her and helped her up. She had curly, brown hair and dark skin. Her eyes were amber and they seemed tired now. She smiled at Nico and nodded at his dozen points as to why she shouldn't have done this.
"Will's rubbing off on you," She said.
This girl was one of The Seven, her name was Hazel Levesque.
Her boyfriend, Frank Zhang helped her up. His face had become more handsome and less childlike over the months they had seperated. His head still had his signature buzzcut.
Leo Valdez, humorous and slightly worried for Hazel, helped her up.
He had an elf-like face and body structure, his hands and arms were strong and scarred. His dark eyes had humor in it and his lips had a smirk on it as he watched Frank help Hazel stand.
His girlfriend, Calypso, stood beside Leo. Her facial features were soft and beautiful. Her posture was graceful and her hair was as smooth as silk.
Piper McLean had sat down after ensuring Hazel was fine and she fiddled with her fingers.
She had brownish skin and eyes like a kaleidoscope.
Her hair was dark. Simply, she was beautiful.
They were all wearing the same clothes.
A black shirt with an even blacker jacket and pants. Their shoes were also dark.
They were on a stealth mission to steal some golden apples, after all.
Only one person was missing.
Jason Grace.
Son of Jupiter.
A dead son of Jupiter.
The absence was like a small hole in a submarine.
Not noticible at first. Devastating after too long.
Everyone sat beside eachother. Frank beside Hazel, Leo beside Calypso, Calypso beside Nico, Nico beside Grover, Grover beside Percy, Percy beside Annebeth and Annabeth beside Piper.
A empty seat was beside Piper.
A seat meant for a true hero.
A knock at the door snapped them from their sadness and they all stared at the door.
Nico got up and opened it.
Two girls stood their.
One of them had spikey hair and lightning-blue eyes.
She wore an even more spikey choker and a leather jacket. Her shirt had the design of a skull with an arrow through it and she had worn dark, ripped jeans and she had put on a pair of brown boots.
Thalia Grace.
Sister of Jason Grace.
Despite the fact their fathers were technically not the same people, they loved eachother as siblings.
Beside Thalia was Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano.
Reyna stood at Thalia's side, a good three or so inches taller than her.
Reyna had dark hair, dark eyes and fair skin.
She had adorned a purple t-shirt under the same jacket as Thalia and a pair of blue jeans. She wore brown boots, which were the same as Thalia.
Thalia plopped into a seat on the other side of the empty one and Reyna sat on the one beside her.
Chiron scanned the room and confirmed that everyone was present.
"Heroes! I am afraid that your break may be shorter than expected," His voice echoed through the large room.
Leo sighed dramatically and whined,
"Not again!"
He fiddled with a rubberband, two plastic spoons and a metallic flask.
Chiron nodded and continued;
"Indeed, not again. Even I hesitated at allowing you to go ahead with this quest. Alas, Hecate insisted."
Hazel perked up at the name and listened closely.
"Have you heard of wizards? And witches. Maybe, even warlocks."
"Gods, don't tell me theres another pantheon? Norse, Egyptian, Roman, Greek, what's next? Godsdamn Merlin?" Percy yelled.
Annabeth nudged him and whispered audibly,
"Merlin isn't a God, he died, y'know?"
Percy stared at her.
"He... existed?"
"Ahem, children!" Chiron stomped with his hooves to get back their attention.
"Yes, Percy, he existed. And... yes, that is why I called you here."
Everyone stared at Chiron.
"Wizards?"
"Witches?"
"-Probably gets no bitc-,"
The last one was Leo, of course. For the sake of rhyming, he decided to say that.
"Indeed, wizards. Indeed, witches. I am not quite so sure about that last statement, though. Ahem! As I was saying. Magic requires practice, no matter how much you are a natural at it. Therefore, when Merlin, the beloved son of Hecate, had passed. Hecate blessed several thousand humans to be able to obtain his power. Alas, only four managed to withstand it and Hecate had to change the weight of the magic on others.
These four discovered that many more like them existed.
They discovered eachother and a passion for teaching.
And, so, Hogwarts sch-"
"Snort, hog's warts, " Leo sniggered. It even got a chuckle from Annabeth.
"Ahem, yes," Chiron smiled. "They created the school and taught their ways. Now, there is a great threat against them. A threat thought gone. A threat returned. Worst of all, it has rallied two of our oldest enemies."
This created a heavy silence.
The last time they had a trio of villains to defeat.
It needed a greater sacrifice.
Jason's sacrifice.
Reyna spoke up,
"How do we proceed?"
Thalia glanced at her and at Chiron.
"Yeah, any prophecies?"
Chiron shook his head.
Everyone groaned.
Not again. (x2.)