Son Of Death -Percy Jackson And Harry Potter Xover-

Chapter Three-Brothers

The room was tense and silence, Harry fighting the urge to swat at the thing and groan at the pure irony that seemed to control his life, and Percy trying to make himself move from his stunned silence. 


The image flickered and died, snapping Percy back into action. He took a quick step forward, only for his foot to crunch on something, and he realized he had dropped the glass of water in shock. He quickly left and got another one, handing it to a weary Harry before cleaning it up quickly. 


When he finished, he flopped back into the chair next to Harry, shaking his head in wonder. Harry's thoughts themselves were a whirlwind of motion inside his head, thoughts almost so rapid they confused him. 


Son of Hades, son of Hades. Son of the God Of Death. Son Of Death. Maybe that's why I couldn't be killed as an infant and in the forest, Harry mused. It would explain a lot. Bloody Hell, the fates hate me. They just took a big knife of irony and shoved it through me. 


Harry shook his head, dispelling his thoughts. "What does this mean, then?" He asked, pulling Percy out of his thoughts abruptly. 


"You'll no longer be sleeping in the Hermes cabin," He said after a moment. "and when meals come you'll be eating at your own table. There's only one other occupant, Nico. Did I tell you about him? Anyways, I wonder if he'll like the company..." Percy murmured, thinking back to how he had thought Harry reminded him of Nico in the first place.


"I'll be sleeping in the Hades cabin then, I suppose?" Harry asked quietly, and Percy nodded. "Shouldn't you be telling someone? That centaur or this Nico dude at the least?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at a now flushing Percy.


"Right! My bad. I'll go do that. I'll be back in a few minutes, bring Nico to meet you," Percy said, smiling briefly before reluctantly leaving. Harry sighed once he had left. He quickly grabbed his wand and healed all the bigger wounds, cleaning himself up of dirt and such. Though his clothes remained ripped. He figured if he was in normal condition suddenly it would be more than a bit suspicious. 


Percy moved quickly about camp, wanting to get back to Harry soon. He went to Nico first, figuring that he had a better chance catching him now at dinner rather than later. 


"Hey, Nico, c'mon, I think you'll want to hear this," Percy said, plopping himself down briefly at the Hades table, making Nico look at him oddly before rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically.


"Jackson." Nico greeted wearily. "What's so important you had to interrupt my meal?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as Percy lead them towards the Big House.


"You'll see," Percy murmured, quickly opening the door and finding Chiron.


"Chiron! That new kid, Hadrian? Yeah, he got claimed." He said, holding Nico by the arm so he wouldn't run away before the punch line. Chiron looked up from his game of chess, his face surprised but happy. 


"Wonderful. What cabin is he in?"


"Cabin thirteen." Hades cabin. Oh, Nico's face was amazing. This was glorious. Should his eyes be that wide?


Silence greeted him.


Chirp chirp, Percy thought after a moment. The stunned faces told him he may have to wait a moment. His thoughts filled with Harry before Nico came to life.


"My cabin? I thought there was an oath? for them not to have kids?" Nico said, his voice an odd mixture of emotion, from excitement to dread. 


"It seems as though it has been broken." Chiron said, his voice grave. 


"Yep...well, if we're good here, I'm going to take Nico to see him, if he wants to, then most likely show him to his cabin. See you, Chiron," Percy said with a wave, half dragging and half having to keep up with Nico, who's feet couldn't seem to decide what they wanted to do. 


It took them several minutes to get back to the infirmary, and Percy deduced that he had been gone for roughly fifteen minutes. He entered Harry's curtained off room, Nico in tow. Upon entering, he found Harry flickering through something with Greek on the cover. He looked up and put the book away upon seeing his guests. 


"Hello. Nico, I'm guessing?" Harry asked, holding out his hand. Nico shook it after a moment, a small smile on his lips. Percy watched them shake. Both had deathly pale skin, and there was hardly any difference in the shades. Percy noticed the dirt and blood had been completely removed from Harry, almost as if he had taken a shower. 


"Yeah, hey. It's ah...Hadrian? Nice to meet you. I'm your...half brother, I suppose." Nico said, the words odd on his tongue. Harry snorted.


"Yeah, Harry for short. Trust me, it's as weird hearing it as it is saying it. I've been repeating to myself that I have siblings to try and get used to the idea since this one left." He said, snickering and gesturing to Percy. Nico nodded in agreement. Percy smiled, half feeling like he should stay and half wanting to leave them alone to...bond, or whatever. The choice was made for him, however, upon Harry ordering Nico to sit on the bed and Percy in the chair. 


"So, Nico, appearances frequently lie so how old are you truthfully?" Harry asked through amused narrowed eyes, making Nico blink.


"Eighty something. I lost track." He said shrugging. Harry nodded, running a hand over his chin. "You can sense it too, then?"


Again, Harry nodded. Nico tilted his head at him in thought. "You're different, as well. Truthful age?" Nico asked, eyebrow raised, and Percy looked gobsmacked when Harry chuckled. 


"Nice. Twenty seven. Still have a ways to go, obviously, but I'm not changing any time soon." Harry said, snorting. Percy suddenly felt as though he had to speak up. 


"I'm immortal." He piped up, making Nico snort and Harry's head snap to him in fascination. 


"Here we go again," Nico murmured, but the two paid him no mind. 


"I've seen crazier things happen but would you explain that?" He said, elbows on his knees and chin on his hands. 


"If you tell my why you don't age. And are immortal as well, I presume?" At Harry's nod, Percy nodded as well in satisfaction. "Well, see, there was a war between the Greek Gods and some titans and such a few years back. I...well..." Percy rubbed the back of his neck, his face heating up.


"He saved the world. Get on with it Percy," Nico said bluntly, causing Harry to stifle laughter even as his awed eyes turned back to Percy.


Face still red he continued. "Yeah, well, anyways, Zeus offered me immortality as a gift. I took it. I was fifteen at the time, though I'm still aging, I was told I'd be able to stop and start it as it went, so I really am eighteen." He said, shrugging, and Harry gave him a sympathetic smile that confused the pair slightly. "What about you?" He asked, desperate to get the attention away from himself and his red face. 


Harry sighed, leaning back on the bed. "I was in a war as well. I was in the front lines, much as yourself and I killed the leader. Somewhere along the way I collected three magical items that gave me a title, along with immortality and invincibility." He said, coughing into his hand to clear his throat. 


Percy and Nico both nodded in understanding. 


"What title? Is that why I'm getting such a...powerful vibe from you?" Nico inquired, eyes flickering around Harry as though he could see an aura.


"Indeed. My title is Master Of Death. But I suppose I'm the Son Of Death as well, now." 

Hey, this is Percy updating for Audie. On behalf of her, hope you enjoyed this (and I personally know it'll be fab :D) Please leave your thoughts
~Percy / Audie