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

The Dark Lord

Percy sat on his bed in the exquisitely decorated dormitory created specifically for them. His friends all sat by his side. Harry paced the room like a caged animal, Hermione and Ron trying to calm him.

'Will you now tell us what the actual fuck is going on?' Harry said, the younger boy's face pulled into a sneer that gave him an uncanny resemblance to a younger Percy.

'Before we say anything, swear on the River Styx that you will not speak of this outside this room. All three of you,' Annabeth said.

'What's that- never mind, we'll make the darned thing. Just tell me.'

Percy bit his lip. Yeah, Harry was definitely a younger him. Just as hotheaded, headstrong, and- not to brag- possessing the ability to reach greatness. But also just as hurt and broken as he was.

Percy would have to change that.

'Wait,' Ron said. 'We don't know what that does. Harry, you just can't go around taking unnecessary risks.'

'I agree with Ron.' Hermione placed a placating hand on Harry's shoulder before turning to Annabeth. 'What's the oath?'

'It's somewhat like the Unbreakable Vow,' Hazel said.

'I sense a but,' Ron said.

Hazel winced. 'But you don't die-'

'Well, that's good, innit?'

Thalia half-smiled, a corner of her lip turning up to reveal a canine, giving her a wolf-like look.'You get something much, much worse than death.'

'Ah.'

-

Percy tossed on his bed, beads of sweat breaking across his face. He wrestled with his sheets, writhing on the mattress. He clenched his fists, feeling his nails cut into his palm. The same visions repeatedly crossed his visions: the dark landscape, fiery clouds, sulfurous gas for air, and the feeling of breathing breath, only to rack and cough up blood as he clawed at the rocks as sharp as glass, trying to climb his way out of the Pit.

Then everything went dark. He was jolted from Tartarus, shooting through the clouds and up to the surface. Before Petcy stood a long, pale, thin man; his eyes were red, his nose just two small slits. A smile was plastered over his face, pulling at the corner of his mouth.

'Perseus Jackson,' Voldemort said, his voice cruel and cold.

'Voldemort. You look... different than what I imagined. I can't see why Dumbledore called us here.'

Voldemort reared back his snaky head and let out a laugh. 'Oh, you expected me to fight you? No, you are stronger than I am, although I hate to admit it. But Dumbledore is no fool. He has some inkling as to what is going on.'

'If you know you're going to lose, why fight?'

Voldemort's form shimmered, phasing to clouds and mist. 'You have no idea what's in store for you. You cannot interfere. Your gods have forbidden it. But they... well, I'm not going to spoil the surprise for you just yet, am I?'

-

Percy hated every second of the pathetic excuse for a DADA class. They had to read. Read and learn by heart a practical subject. He stifled a yawn, looking around the horrid pink room. The bitch, sorry, the toad- no, he reminded herself; she's a woman- stood at the board, clearing her throat.

This lesson was detracting from the one subject he was super interested in, aside from Transfiguration. He chanced another look around the room: Piper, Jason, and Frank were at his side, mirroring his actions as they pretended to pore over the book.