𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢'𝔰 ℜ𝔞𝔤𝔢 (A PJO and HP crossover)

Catastrophe

"Are you aware of the consequences of your action?" 

Percy Jackson, twice savior of Olympus, war hero, and leader of Camp Half-Blood had acquired a new title through his deeds in . . . what was earlier known as New York.

So it was accurate to say Percy had, in 1 single incident, managed to destroy Earth. . . something the gods had been trying for eons. 

So of course the gods (*cough* Zeus *cough*) were displeased with the amount of power demonstrated by Percy and they (*cough* just he *cough*) wanted Percy dead or at least locked up somewhere, where he won't be an eternal annoyance to Zeus. 

Percy Jackson was chained behind a wooden podium, with 3 Olympian royal guards behind him. He nodded slowly, accepting the consequences. 

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Zeus asked, prepared to smite Percy to the ground for any mis utterance from him. However, Percy just shook his head. 

"You fucking destroy New York City and half of America. You sunk 425 ships in the Atlantic, bloody fucking killed more than 60 Million people, injured at the very least 18 Million people, and an uncountable number of animals, and sent earthquakes throughout the world which lead to the collapse of the Eiffel Tower and Burj Khalifa and thousands of other tall structures. You even destroyed the only mortal entrance to Olympus. Your actions have left parts of Europe in complete disaster. That's just the start. Your powers have exceeded limits and melted over 16 trillion tones of ice from the poles, speeding up global warming like hell. The total damage you did, just to property, would be about 30 quadrillion dollars. So, this is the last fucking time I am asking this to you. Do you have any fucking thing to say for yourself?" 

Zeus was clearly pissed off. Percy looked up, and in a slow weak voice, asked, "What happened to Camp Half-Blood?"

Athena replied to Percy before Zeus could say anything more. 

"The demigods are all alive. All the minor gods managed to combine their powers together to save them and they are now safe in Camp Jupiter along with the Roman demigods."

Percy smiled in gratitude at Athena. Maybe she wasn't as bad as Percy had previously thought to be. 

"Are you prepared to die for your crimes now, Perseus?" Zeus summoned his largest masterbolt. Percy recognized it as the one he had rescued from Luke on his first-ever quest for the gods. 

Ah- that was so long ago. Felt like a lifetime back. 

"Yes, I am prepared to die," Perseus affirmed standing up straight and looking Zeus in the eye. 

Meanwhile, behind Zeus many of the gods protested, the loudest amongst them being Poseidon himself. However, everyone knew that Percy lost control over his powers and killed millions of innocent people. If that happened ever again, the planet would no longer survive. The best way to avoid it was by taking out the cause. 

"This is a democracy, Zeus! You can't do anything without the Council's vote!" Poseidon shouted from behind. Zeus had hundreds of royal Olympian guards in the council at the moment, all of them to hold back the rebelling gods. 

"I can and I will. As King of the gods, I declare Perseus Jackson, a traitor to the Olympians, and thereby sentence him to death and 6 thousand years in the fields of punishments."

Poseidon straight out murdered 20 guards who were holding him back and rushed towards Zeus. But before he could stab Zeus with his trident, the lightning left his bolt and struck Percy straight on the chest. 

Percy Jackson lay dead in the marble floor of Olympus. 

Immediately chaos ensued in the halls of Olympus. 

Right after killing Percy, Zeus gripped Poseidon's trident tightly, preventing it from piercing him. Some of the guards rushed to help Zeus by taking down Poseidon. 

"I won't tolerate this behavior, brother." Zeus warned. 

"Oh, you are so going down right now, king." Poseidon punched Zeus on the jaws. 

"Ah fuck this." Ares cursed before unsheathing his sword and swinging it on the guard standing in front of him. It was a surprise seeing Ares fighting against his father for killing Percy, the guy Ares considered his worst enemy. Seeing Ares himself join the fight, Artemis, Apollo, Hermes and others also began fighting against the guards. On one side was Zeus, Hera and a couple hundred immortal Olympian guards, while on the other side was Poseidon, Apollo, Artemis and Hermes. Even Dionysus joined Poseidon as soon as he woke up. He sure as hell could fight despite not being sober. Athena tried to stop the fight, Hephaestus was watching with surprise but thought he was too old to join in these kids' squabble. Hestia watched sadly from the back trying to keep the hearth alive. 

The hall was soon filled with ichor. Minor gods and goddesses came to join the fight, choosing sides wisely. The Earth, just recovering from 1 major blow, now had to deal with a hundred more. 

Hades himself came up from his realm to check out the cause of all the commotion. He found out Percy's dead body lying on the ground and realized everything that had happened. 

A small doubt tinged in the back of his mind. He hadn't felt Percy's death. Hades would have been able to fell the death of a demigod as strong as Percy. Perhaps the millions of people dying all of a sudden had overwhelmed Hades' senses blocking Percy. 

"DIE FATHER!" Someone shouted, probably Ares. 

Finally Hestia had had enough. She stood up from the ground, summoned a huge fireball and aimed it right at Zeus' chest. The swirling ball of fire flew across the hall and hit right where it was aimed. 

It was as if the someone did a 'statue' on everyone. Everyone except Zeus who was falling back, both with pain and shock. 

After that Hestia stormed out of there without turning back even once. Everyone was way too shocked to continue the war. 

Meanwhile in a far away place in Hogwarts:

"Albus blah blah Dumbledore," the raspy voice whispered. "You need help this time. You are too old and fragile to do this on your own. You need help." 

The old wizened man looked at the crystal ball. He knew it was time. 

He knelt underneath the statue of the magic lady and prayed for help. 

Help was not so easy to summon. Everything had a cost. He took out his knife and sliced his hand. The blood dropped at the feet of the statue. Then Dumbledore waited patiently for hours. 

After about 5 hours, the goddess answered to his prayer. In front of Dumbledore, was the lady of the crossroads, the mother of magic, Hecate herself, soaked in ichor as if coming from a battle. 

"My lady-" Dumbledore started. "I need help. The whole magical world needs your help."

"I understand. Unfortunately I can't interfere in your business due to the ancient laws. But there might be something I can prophesize. After a month, a wizard will be born who will rid the world of the evil purging inside. On his 11th birthday, he will go to Hogwarts, but the evil will rise again. To take down the evil for ever, the boy won't be enough. He will get help and the help will be . . . you will know it in 11 years. But, never reveal this information to anyone. The magic world is at stake here."

Dumbledore bowed before Hecate, before she disappeared. 

"Please call Severus Snape." Dumbledore spoke to a portrait hanging on the wall. 

A/N: Sorry for the delay. But i got real real busy.