Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

Chapter Fifty One

Percy's POV

I don't know what that mode of travel was called, but it was far worse than Shadow Traveling.

We crashed to the ground with no chance of ending on our feet and Nico landed on top of me. The trophy was thrown from our grip, landing about twenty feet away. Groaning, we stood up.

"You okay?" Nico asked, dusting himself off.

"Yeah, you?" I said as Harry looked around, terrified.

"I've been here before," Harry said, looking at the giant statue of who was probably supposed to be Thanatos or the Grim Reaper. "I've been here before. In a dream."

"Hide," Apollo said in my mind and I ran off as quickly as I could, not noticing that Nico wasn't following me.

When I hid behind a tombstone about twenty feet away and out of sight, I saw Nico huddled over Harry, trying to help him as he doubled over in pain.

"Get back to the cup! Now!" Harry groaned but Nico ignored him.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

"Get back to the cup!" he repeated, holding his forehead in pain and Nico seemed to ignore his command again. A mousey looking man walked out from a crypt, holding a bundle of what seemed like clothes, or maybe a baby.

The cauldron that stood the left of them started on fire.

Nico stood tall, acting like a soldier, a warrior, ready for battle. He looked around, surveying the area, the boiling cauldron and the man.

"Get behind me," Nico commanded.

"What-," Harry started but Nico cut him off.

"Now!" He yelled and Harry hid behind him.

"Kill the spare!" A voice rasped and there was a bright green light coming from the wand of the mousey man. It hit Nico square in the chest and sent him flying. I screamed, but nothing came out. When tried to get up and run to him, but something held me in place.

"No!" Harry screamed.

'Don't worry, he'll be fine,' Apollo said and I looked up at the sky like it was crazy.

Apollo and I had a quick conversation of me calling him a bunch of very nasty names and me threatening him as the mousy man trapped Harry on the statue.

"Do it, now," a voice rasped, ending the argument between the god and myself.

The man dropped what seemed to be a baby in the cauldron and then wasted no time getting to work. He just killed a baby. Dick.

'That was Voldemort, idiot.'

'Jerk.'

'Ass.'

'You piece of shit.'

'You fish.'

'Glowstick.'

"Bone of the father, unwillingly given," the man said, using his wand and  taking a bone from a grave labeled 'Thomas Riddle'. "Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed." He cut off his hand and screamed. What the Hades is wrong with this guy?

He walked over to Harry and cut his sleeve before cutting into his arm. "And blood of the enemy, forcibly taken." Something, Apollo probably, was holding me in place as I tried to run and help.

"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" he shouted as he dripped the blood off the knife into the cauldron, causing it to bubble and Harry to scream.

The cauldron starts on fire once again, but this time the flames are higher. The mousey man ran off to hide and what appeared to be a screaming man forms and holy shit, it was pretty gross.