Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

Chapter Thirty Eight

Harry's POV

I woke up to Ron shaking me.

"Harry, wake up! Today's the day!" he shouted. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around the room and saw the curtains of Percy and Nico's bed still drawn.

"Why are you waking me up?" I asked, annoyed. Today was an important day and I needed as much sleep as I could get.

"So we can go get breakfast and eat in peace," he told me and pulled me so I was standing up. "You can get dressed later," he said and we walked out of the room, hopefully not waking Percy or Nico up in the process.

There were only ten other people in the Great Hall eating, one of which was Cedric. We nodded at each other, basically saying 'Good luck.' I hadn't told him about this challenge, but I've seen him practicing during Professor Apollo's fighting club, so I know that he knows what the task is and if he knows, he would've told Cho who would've told Penelope and Hannah, so at least three fourth's of the contesters would know what we would be doing. The only one's that I wasn't sure if they knew were the Slytherins, but knowing Malfoy, his dad would've figured out and told him.

"How have your practices with Percy been going?" Ron asked as we sat down at the empty Gryffindor table.

"It's been going pretty good, actually. He told me that if I go up against him, he'll try not to hurt me, but he won't take any pity on me and let me win."

"I wouldn't expect him too," Ron said as he filled up his plate and I did the same.

"Do you think I have a shot at second place?" I asked and Ron sat in thought for a moment.

"I don't know about second, but I know you won't get last."

"That's not very encouraging," I said and he chuckled.

"Just being honest."

Ron's POV

At about nine, McGonagall came and collect Harry and Percy so they could get ready for the task.

At eleven, the school was pushing their way to the front of the school where the stands were. They had to be rebuilt since one of the dragons had broken it a few months ago.

My idiot brothers were going around taking bets and Hermione, Nico, Neville and myself were in the front row.

The arena wasn't rocky like it was with the dragons. It was flat, mostly grass but some patch's of dirt. I saw a rack full of weapons like what Apollo had at the club, but there was a larger verity here.

At eleven thirty, Dumbledore walked to the middle of the arena and put his wand to his throat.

"Hello everyone! Today is February 14th, the day of the third task of the Wizard Tournament!" Everyone cheered. "There will be weapon-to-weapon first and then hand-to-hand combat second. I hope the contesters have been participating in Professor Apollo's club, otherwise we might see some bloodshed." We cheered again. I was fine with seeing bloodshed, as long as it wasn't Harry. Percy could heal with his awesome water powers, so he would be fine. Probably.

"Fighting with weapons will take place first. There is only one rule and that's to not kill one another. If someone does die, the person they were fighting will take last place in this task! The fights will be in this order! Penelope Clearwater verses Hannah Abbott. Theodore Nott verses Harry Potter. Cho Chang verses Draco Malfoy. Cedric Diggory verses Percy Jackson." People cheered and whooped as the person from their house was called.