Percy Jackson and the Wizards of England

When Life Gives you Lemons...

Ron's POV:

Seeing Dumbledore's face again was odd. Especially since it was a message from the afterlife. As far as I knew, no Wizard has ever received or given a message all the way from the afterlife. Then again, Dumbledore wasn't the average Wizard. And seeing Snape hit a nerve. I know now that he lost the only one he loved at the hand of You-Know... Voldemort, but he still didn't have to treat everyone he met like a booger in his pumpkin juice. Saying that he acted that way to protect Harry...

 I must've stood there for a full minute, contemplating what I had just heard. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Hermione, planting a hand on my shoulder. "Ronald, stop staring at the fireplace! You're going to burn a hole through it and it's already on fire!" I chuckled and followed Hermione onto the second floor. That death kid creeped me out, so I was all too willing to go to bed when he suggested it. Anyone who can talk to ghosts he doesn't even know... I'm not even a bit ashamed to say that he scares me.

I stepped into Hermione and my bedroom. I took off my shirt and got under the covers of one bed, and, as she was already in her pajamas, slid into the other. (I made a promise to Mum that we wouldn't share a bed until we were married.) We gave each other a quick "Goodnight, love," and fell asleep as soon Hermione said "Nox." I slipped immediately into a dream, which wasn't normal for me, so I knew something was wrong instantly. Then I realised that I realised something was wrong. That was even weirder; I don't remember my dreams. I opened my eyes, looking around. I felt the cold air around me. It smelled sulfuric. Oily black-coloured Mist covered the entire area. Capital "M" Mist? Where did that idea come from? I thought as I searched for my wand, hoping to cast Lumos so I could at least see.  When I couldn't find it, however, I really lost it.  Suddenly, I could feel a presence. I couldn't sense where it was because it felt like it was everywhere. Think, Ron, think! What would Hermione say? I desperately thought of everything over the past couple of days. Hermione gave us some "homework" to learn about these demigods. I vaguely remembered something Hermione explaining to me. The memory sparked, just when I thought I lost it!

"There are a lot of immortals that the Greeks thought up. First, there was Chaos, the creator of the Universe. Then there was Gaia, the earth itself. She was a bad sort, convinced her sons to destroy her first husband, Ouranos. Out of the remains of Ouranos' physical body, formed Tartarus, the evilest being in the universe. But Tartarus wasn't just a big, immortal, evil bloke. No. He was a place as well! The best way to explain it is like Gaia. Superpowerful, immortal, and evil, also happens to be the personification of the place in which they reside."

I took a shaky breath. I'm in Tartarus... I got the feeling it wasn't just a dream either. My soul was here, in Tartarus, surrounded by big Greek monstrosities, waiting to be killed in a dream. The next breath came less easily, like my lungs were being filled with owl feathers. Looking at my arms, or at least as much as I could in the gloom, I saw that they were covered in blisters and pustules. I started panicking. I tried wiping the spots away, but more just kept appearing. This place is killing me! I tried backpedaling, but I landed on my rump.

Yesssss, try to run, little mortal. You do not stand a chance against me. You will not fare much better with my newest adopted child, either. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It was inside the ground, in the air, in the Mist, even in my head. There was no escaping it. Tell your friends. I care not. I am coming. You cannot stop me. Now, GO! I wish to have some fun...

And with that, I felt myself rising, my soul floating back to my body, where I woke with Harry, Hermione, and Nico diAngelo staring at me, worried and shouting my name. I took a deep breath, forcing down the memory of how the sulfuric air of Tartarus tasted, and whispered, "Voldemort's coming. And he recruited a god as a Death Eater."

Author's Note:

Seven hundred and fifty-eight words!! I think that's a record for this book!! (I'm too lazy to check XD) But I finished this chapter in around thirty minutes? I got the idea of Ron in Tartarus because he didn't do anything cool like the dream-visions Harry had in the HP books, and demigods get them all the time! Since I'm combining two different magical spheres of influence, I thought I'd pull a Riordan and "turn the Egyptian wand into a Celestial bronze weapon," so to speak. (Any hardcore PJO/HoO fans get the reference? Eh? EH?)

On a side note, I'm hoping to update a lot more lately (hopefully my life will allow it) I'm going to start a couple more stories as well, when I get the chance, at least. I'm going to take it one at a time right now. One will be for my legitimate ORIGINAL character, Frost Lakes, friendly neighborhood water spirit. The other will be a Frisk x Asriel fanfiction I took from a roleplay I've been doing with a Facebook friend.

And, as always, stay sassy, demigods and Wizards!!!