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

The Warning

A/N- For those of you who don't remember, the Last Alliance refers to the alliance between demigods, magicians, and einherji for the Great War against their joint foes.

Enjoy!

'Well, congratulations, Piper.'

Piper turned around so fast it gave her whiplash. The fire and ice, the blood and tears, and the glassy battlefield had turned into a purely white room. It had no roof, and the sunlight that reflected at her nearly blinded her.

In front of her stood Aphrodite, dressed in a long, silky pink gown that seemed to have molded along her curves and body. She was ethereal in her beauty, her features having just the hint of Jason's.

'Hello, Mother.'

'There is no need to be so cold, daughter, especially after I took you out from your previous dream, which was- how do I put this- significantly more unpleasant than this one?'

'Why are you here, mom?'

'Do I need to have a reason to visit my daughter aside from the fact she is pregnant?'

'You want something. Your lot,' she tried to pack as much spite as she could into that word. 'Always wants something.'

Piper took pleasure in the way her mother's smile disappeared. Honestly, what gave the gods the right to pop randomly into their lives? They'd fought for so long to get their parents' attention, but it didn't mean the gods could do as they pleased.

'I sense something big coming, Piper.'

'No. Nothing big's coming, mom.' Her voice wavered with each passing word. 'You're waffling.'

'I am not. I was created from the blood of Ouranos and am borne of the sea; I have the power of foresight to some extent. I can-'

Her mother fell to her knees, clutching her head. The room disappeared, replaced by a black-and-grey mountain. The ground her mother stood on turned to lava, and Aphrodite's body spread-eagled in the air.

Her body contorted and chains bound her limbs to invisible barriers. When Aphrodite raised her head, her eyes were no longer kaleidoscopic- the same eyes Piper had inherited (her favorite thing about herself)- but now were milky and unfocused, yet filled with rage.

The goddess seemed to struggle for control and as she finished speaking, she screamed in pain.

'Beware.'

Piper shot awake in her bed, gasping for breath.

Jason stood over her, a big smile on his face. 'That shade of pale doesn't look good on you, Pip. What happened?'

'Nightmare, what else?'

'Do you want to discuss it right now?'

Piper shook her head. 'No. Not right now; let's hold an impromptu meeting- including Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I don't want to recount it more than once.'

Half an hour, a reinvigorating shower, and a strong espresso later, Piper felt good enough to go down for breakfast.

As soon as she and the others stepped through the doors to the Great Hall she felt the tension in the room was palpable and thick- she was sure she couldn't cut through it with Riptide even.

Piper sniffed the air. Ah.

Ever since her encounter with Mimas at the temple of Phobos and Deimos, she had become attuned to her emotions and the emotions of those around her. She supposed it was their gift- a gesture of goodwill for when she had sacrificed the cornucopia.