Witches and Demigods

Separated

Percy POV

"You might be wondering how I came back alive after last year," Voldemort said. "Well, it was only with the help of a friend. Ouranus." My eyes widened. Ouranus? 

"But he's dead," Annabeth said. "Kronos killed him."  

"He's alive," Voldemort said. "He's awake."

"What?" Jason asked. "That's... impossible." 

"Now," said Voldemort. "Percy here will come with me. Now for the rest of you... you have two choices. Either explore this cave and risk being killed or go away and I will spare your lives." 

"We'll explore the cave and fulfill the prophecy." Annabeth cried. "Not go away like a coward." 

"I see," Voldemort said. "Then go and risk dying. Me and Percy here will chat." Annabeth bit her lip but led the rest of the seven to explore the cave and disappeared. 

"Persues Jackson," Voldemort said, looking at me. "How interesting. I have a few questions for you." I grit my teeth.

"And what are they?" I asked. 

"Firstly, where is Camp-Half-Blood?" Voldemort asked. I scowled. Voldemort was obviously trying to find out where camp was to attack it. 

"I won't tell you," I said. 

"Then let's see if this makes you cooperate," Voldemort said. I braced myself for anything. "First,  Incarcerous!"  My eyes widened as robes flew out of thin air and bond me to the ground. Then Voldemort yelled,

"SUFFOCANT!" Immediately, I felt like ropes were wrapping around my neck. He was choking and he was going to die. Then it stopped. I took deep breaths. He had never felt so good. 

"Where is Camp-Half-Blood?" Asked Voldemort. 

"New York." I breathed. 

"Be specific." 

"I won't tell you." 

"CRUCIO!" Then pain hit me like I could never have imagined. Everything went red and blurry. Pain shot everywhere. It was like being slashed with Celestial Bronze knives. I was. I screamed. 

"STOP! PLEASE!" he yelled. Then he heard a faint voice.

"PERCY!" 

Annabeth. 

I concentrated on her voice. Her voice was like warmth. It was my light. Finally, the pain stopped. I sighed in relief. Beads of sweat dotted my face. 

"Tell me where Camp-Half-Blood is. Be specific." I gulped.

"Long Island," I whispered. Voldemort nodded.

"Who are you a child of?" 

"Poseidon," I whispered. 

"Poseidon... how interesting. Next question: Where is Mount Olympus? " 

"I'll never tell you," I said. I couldn't tell him where the gods were! 

"Crucio!" Pain exploded everywhere. I gasped and screamed. 

"I won't tell you!" I breathed. 

"CRUCIO!"

OMG that Percabeth though... Also, Suffocant is a spell I created. It is a curse and chokes the person it is cast on. It means smother in Latin.  Thanks, Google Translate.