The Wings, the Wand, and the Wave

Drawn to Scotland

Hermione

I watched helplessly as Ron punched the tree, its bark tearing off flesh. Eventually he stopped, having lost the energy to be angry. On the outside, at least.

I wouldn't say it aloud, but I shared the same fury, although mine was, perhaps, different. Harry was more than a best friend, he was like an older brother. Someone to look out for me, to comfort me when I needed it, to tell jokes, and to keep me in check.

Now he was gone, and all of Hogwarts was confused. That is, besides Ron, Ginny, and myself.

Ginny had seen the entire ordeal, and had ran off. The teachers were searching for her, but everyone knew where she'd gone.

"Come on, Ron. It's getting dark, and we don't want to be caught in the Forest at night. He gave a defeated sigh, and trudged behind me back to the castle.

As I rounded a tree, water from the air collected and formed an image, like a video chat.

"Hello?" I felt Ron tense, and moved closer to silently console him. In the video there was a blonde girl, next to her a boy in dark clothes, and surrounding them three more males and four females.

The blonde opened her mouth, but before she could speak massive doors in the background swung open and a girl with black hair and dark clothes stormed in.

"Where is he?" She shouted.

"Hold on," I interrupted. "What is going on?"

The blonde introduced herself first, and, after the others took their turn, explained the problem at hand. At least, one of them.

"Our friend, my boyfriend, Percy, was taken by a blonde with wings and a brunet on a flying broom. Before they left their palms were cut, the girl held their hands, and they fell. When they stood back up they had wings."

"Kelp Head did what?" I heard Thalia exclaim.

"Can you describe the other boy better?" My voice was shaky, but she nodded.
"So, he had dark brown hair, green eyes, glasses, and some weird costume." I grimaced.

"Did you happen to see a... scar? On his forehead? Shaped like a lightning bolt, perhaps?" She nodded, and Ron and I let out a sigh, and explained our side of the story, ending with Harry flying away.

"Where in England are you?" The dark boy asked.

"Why?"

"We need to come there, and meet. This blonde girl, Maximum, has obviously possessed our friend, and yours. We should team up."
I thought through it, and nodded. They did the same after I explained the location of Hogwarts.

"We're actually in Scotland. Just... try to be... subtle with your arrival, okay? Our school isn't the friendliest towards visitors, and is definitely more wary nowadays."

The blonde gave a short nod, and announced that they'd be there tomorrow, and for Leo to ready the Argo. The connection was cut short, and we raced back to the castle.

Annabeth
The team was in a frenzy, trying to ready everything for our departure. After Leo had returned (with a girl, no less!), him and the Hephaestus cabin had worked to restore the Argo ||.

Festus was back to his beautiful bronzed body, and intended it to stay that way, so our warhead was replaced by a copper goat's head, in honor of Coach Hedge.

As soon as dark had fallen, we'd snuck into the ship, made some last-minute adjustments, and managed to slip out of Camp Half Blood unnoticed. Well, almost. Our departure may have roused a few tree nymphs, but they just giggled at the warhead, saying it reminded them of Grover.

My heart stung when I remembered my old guardian, and one of my best friends.

As Leo positioned himself at the console, the Seven, excluding Percy, including Nico, Reyna, Calypso, and Will, who had somehow found out about us and managed to tag along.

Suits me. We'll probably be needing a healer, especially if Leo continued with his obnoxious pranks, despite the fact that we were on a mission.

A self-assigned one, but when have we ever been conforming to rules?

The ship shook ever so slightly, and I leaned against the banister, gritting my teeth. Camp Half Blood grew smaller and smaller, and no one even knew.

Fang
I flew until my wings ached, and even hours after that, until I briefly passed out and awoke fifty feet from the ground, my evasive reflexes being the only thing between me and the North Carolina soil.

I was in the far Northern sector of North Carolina, and being near Virginia made my gut clench, reminding me of the time I'd kissed that girl- Lissa, was it?- practically right in front of Max.

Granted, I hadn't known she was there, but still... I shouldn't have taken Max for granted, and then she'd gone off and kissed Sam, and the Erasers attacked... it was all very confusing.

Now I was following her scent. Well, it wasn't a scent, really, so much of a trail she left. It was faint at some times, stronger at others, but was most definitely headed to Europe.

Oh, fantastic. I would sleep until about one in the afternoon, fly to a barrier island in the far North, rest, then attempt to cross the Atlantic Ocean in one stretch.

I knew that I hadn't gone much longer than eight hours before, but I felt a protective sense to find Max, and it strengthened me.