Hogwarts Here we Come! a percy jackson/harry potter crossover

Chapter 19

*Will's POV*

We all gathered around the Quidditch Pitch for the first task of the Triwizzard Tournament. I had offered to set up as medic, but the odds of someone needing a spell were greater than the odds of someone needing ambrosia. After all, the only demigod in the tournament (as far as I'm concerned) was Nico. The first task was dragons though, and I could at least bandage people up. I even made lemon squares for people, in case I needed to give someone ambrosia while someone else was around.

The first task was to get from one end of the pitch to the other. Once you were done, you were supposed to go see me and Madam Pomfrey, who's kinda like the school nurse. 

Nico went first. He took a claw to the face, but it didn't look like anything ambrosia couldn't fix. However when he came to me, he had blood dripping all the way down to his knees in a steady flow. He collapsed into my arms a second later and I was totally calm... 

*Madam Pomfrey's POV* 

What is that Will doing? There's someone collapsed in his arms and he can't even take a second to calm down. He was running all over after setting the boy down, and I had to give him chocolate! I thought he was supposed to help. I had to give the Nico boy some too. 

*Will's POV* 

So after Madam Pomfrey was occupied with Isabelle, (although she wasn't gushing blood. She only had a few scratches)I gave Nico some ambrosia. I could tell that he needed blood though. He'd lost a lot of it.

I pushed my way through the cheering crowd. "Excuse me," I said. I found the CHB gang and asked them all their blood type. I needed to find A negative, and I got a lot of "no's" but a lot of concerned responses. They all wanted to help, I'd made sure before I asked. 

There was one "yes" and I'm pretty sure we'll be hearing a lot more "not my type" jokes for years to come. I lead Percy to where Nico was and, while Madam Pomfrey was now examening Marcus, we drew some blood quickly and it was given to Nico. 

"So I am his type," Percy said. 

"Yeah, I guess you are. When someone is dying, you can at least take comfort that you were finally his type." Percy walked away smugly. 

"I AM HIS TYPE!" I could hear him yell to Jason and Annabeth. 

For the next week, I had to make sure Nico didn't hear him because Nico was in no position to kill Percy, and that's what he was planning. I'm almost sure of it.