Son Of Death -Percy Jackson And Harry Potter Xover-

Chapter Four-Voices

The weeks passed quickly. Harry was trained, mainly by Nico and Percy, how to use his weapon of choice, which happened to be a sword looking semi-similar to a katana, a shield and the techniques. Harry, having given up the information that he was a Wizard, was reluctant to learn to wield something other than his wand, but Percy insisted that he couldn't be reliant on a single thing, and that his wand most likely couldn't even kill monsters. Harry felt a little insulted, his wand had helped him through everything, but let it pass.

He picked up using the sword fairly quickly, though the shield took longer for him to learn. The techniques came almost easily, since they were just a lot of slashing, stepping, jumping and dodging. Offensive, defense, attack, retreat, everything Harry had already been taught, with some slight differences.


Harry had gotten used to the camp fires. The meals with Nico, who while did take a while to warm up to him, did eventually, and Harry found he was actually rather nice to hang out with. Harry suspected Nico would have taken longer to get used to him if Harry had been more intrusive, but Harry was rather happy to keep to himself, so he and the other boy got along well. Nico even introduced him to a card game which not only helped him learn the names of the Gods and Goddesses, but what they did as well, their levels of power and relationships. 

He made very few other friends. Harry wasn't a naturally very sociable person, at least not the way he was raised. He might've been, but he didn't waste time on thinking about 'what ifs'. He talked to Jason, and when she visited Hazel, Will was nice and Harry suspected he had a thing for Nico, but other than that Harry didn't bother with socializing. He kept a small group and became startlingly loyal to those within the group.


Percy...Harry wasn't sure how to go about the son of Poseidon. He was nice, friendly, almost to the point of being weird. He went out of his way to help Harry with something or to train him and if Harry was wondering around Percy often found him. Harry had noticed lingering gazes Percy could cast him, where he cast them, and how long it took Percy to realize he was been caught, before he looked away with an almost blush on his neck and ears.


He smiled a lot. Percy had a nice smile. 


Harry found himself oddly...giddy, and more happy when he was around Percy, often craving the others attention and almost beaming when Percy focused on him completely, which happened frequently.


Harry hadn't been the most observant person in his years. He was rather oblivious, actually, so it took him a month to identify his growing feelings for the taller male, and another week to buck up the courage.


When he had decided, they turned out to be surrounded by a huge campfire, the colors flickering oddly, the heat licking his face pleasantly. Harry's eyes shifted to the son of Poseidon sitting next to him, close enough that their knees pressed together, which wasn't necessarily odd because of how many people were squashed onto the log. Nico was being squished by Will on his left.


Harry was getting himself prepared to open his mouth when a huge BOOM rocked the camp. The fire shrunk to little more than embers, and turned a deep purple, while the campers previously joyful singing turned into screams, and the majority rushed to where the disturbance seemed to have come from.


Outside the camp.

People rushed through the gates, past Thalia's tree, and through the quickly thinning trees and leaves people could see smoke, but hardly anyone could hear the excited shouting over the panicked one of the rushing crowd.

Harry didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, following the rush of the crowd, ending up getting lost from both Percy and Nico. They made it to the street outside of the camp, and Harry found himself looking over his shoulder frequently, paranoia taking over.


Gasps and shouts rang out in front of him, and Harry elbowed his way gently through the crowd, working his way to the front. He stopped and his eyes almost popped out of his head in confusion.


There was a giant metal...thing, maybe a dragon, in a giant crater in the middle of the road. Next to it, right on the edge of the indent was Percy and Nico, hugging a man of short stature, with curly hair. Next to him stood a beautiful woman off to the side, dressed in tan pants and a white shirt, which was now covered in soot from the smoking metal dragon. Her strawberry blond hair was on a braid over her shoulder, a headband going around her head holding her bangs back.


She smiled as she watched Percy and Nico hug the shorter man, and Harry snorted at the absolute look of excitement on every ones faces, even though he himself felt as though he was missing something huge.


A week passed since the arrival of Leo Valdez, back from the dead. Harry had watched some people harass Nico about not being able to sense his death or not, to which Harry stepped in and defended the boy, which seemed to be about the only time anyone paid him any attention.


He was growing frustrated two weeks later. He had learned the story, of course, and understood, but he hadn't been able to get any alone time with Percy since, the sea-eyed boy being preoccupied by Leo. Harry had nothing against Leo. He was an enthusiastic demi-god, and reminded Harry of the twins in a way. Harry just wanted some alone time with Percy.


Harry was no stranger to being pushed in the background. He liked it better, actually, than having so much attention on him, but he wasn't seeking the attention of everyone. He...just wanted Percy's attention. 


Harry sighed as he watch Percy and Leo argue about something over the campfire, Nico and Hazel idly chatting, Jason talking quietly with Piper, Will watching Nico longingl- that one stopped him short.

He frowned. I want Percy to look at me like that again, he thought forlornly, before roughly shaking his head. Who was he kidding? What was he even playing at? Relationships weren't for him. He wasn't destined to find love. 


Harry got up abruptly and walked away, not bothering to look around to see if anybody was watching him. He knew he'd just anger himself further, watching Percy with his back to him. 


He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he was within camp borders, the light of the fire long since faded, the trees around him growing thicker as he climbed slowly up a steep hill. He reached the summit, and sat, panting slightly as he relaxed in the slightly wet grass.

He looked over the view the summit had to offer. Mostly he could just see the lake, but off to the side he could see a ball of pink, which he knew was the campfire. 


He rested his arms on his legs, leaning forward and letting his legs lay on the abruptly declining slope under him.


The leaves around him rustled, and Harry sighed. 


Son Of Death, a breath whispered, almost too quiet for Harry to hear. He jerked onto his feet, looking around wildly.


Son Of Death...the breath whispered again, a breath against his skin, tingling, and invisible. He twisted and turned, eyes flickering for the voice.


Son Of Death...it was further off now. Harry's feet stuttered, before he started in a pace towards the voice.


Closer and closer he got. He was at the edge of the border when everything stopped. The breath was gone. The wind no longer rustled the leaves. No noises could be heard, not even the enthusiastic singing of the campers. 


He narrowed his eyes at the thin blue line he could hardly see, showing the borders of the camp. He squinted in the darkness. Something moved. Harry staggered back. He shouldn't have followed the voice. He should have ignored it. Following voices never turned out good. He always found some poor soul on the end, petrified. Though, it seemed as though he would be the poor soul this time around...


Something in the distance roared, and Harry's feet stuttered back another few inches. He tripped over a small root, and toppled back.


Into a strong chest, arms wrapping around him firmly. "Son Of Death." The unfamiliar voice whispered against his skin, and Harry pulled furiously at the arms pinned to his sides. If he could only reach his wand.


But the effort seemed futile, as the person holding him dropped something which seemed to be a marble onto the ground, which exploded in a plume of smoke, surrounding and suffocating Harry before his world went back, falling heavily onto the male who had captured him.