Demigods at Hogwarts (Book One)

Percy,


So I'm not immortal.

I can die.

Voldemort can kill me.

Hades was wrong.

Technically Voldemort has already killed me.

The prophecy.

The ultimate Sacrifice.

Was my immortality being taken away the ultimate sacrifice? If so then have we won the war already? If not will I die?

"Son Of the Sea, I'm talking to thee."

Me I have to make the ultimate sacrifice. I want to believe I made it but was it the worst thing to happen to me? I don't believe so. I never wanted to be immortal.

I break out of my thoughts hearing a devastated scream of hatred. I turn around and see that Luke has fallen by the hand of Annabeth. Behind me Voldemort lets out a strangled cry of defeat. I give Annabeth a smile of encouragement and with out Voldemort suspecting me, I turn around and leap towards him. At the same time I pull out Riptide and open it just in time. Like a slow motion video, I am aiming for Voldemort and he's reaching for his wand and ducking.

A hard shiver runs up my hand and arm as the sword makes contact with the neck of ny prey. It seems stuck for a split second but then all defenses come down and it easily glides through.

I land on the gound in one of those cool hero poses they use for MARVEL movie posters and breath.

A loud thud sounds next too me and I smile as I see the head of my prey roll next too me.

Dead. Just the way I like it.

Around me all the fighting stops. The 'Dead' people are standing there in shock and then they manage a little 'o' with their mouths before they disperse into nothing, following their leader.

The six of us left standing all just look at each other for a few seconds before bursting into a loud cheer.

"We did it!"

"Finally!"

"I knew we could do it!"

"We...Won!"

All the cheers blob together as we run in for a massive group hug. We all are jumping with excitement, eastic!

Now we have finally won. Now we can rest. Now it's over.


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"Harry!" Professor Mcgonagal waves her arms up in the air in a happy sigh of relief when she saw us all. The school was crowded around her and they all cheered at the sight of us, even though I know we didn't look good.

Annabeth was in my arms, she had taken a big hit to the head and couldn't stand properly. I had blood dripping down all my clothes and forehead. Harry and Ron were leaning on each other for support, cuts and burns, showing their recent fight. Hermione was walking with a terrible limp and a makeshift cane, Viktor had taken a hit to her leg and it didn't look good. Ginny had a cut down her lip that was pouring with blood and her wand had been snapped in half.

Instantly nurses come over to us with all sorts of potions and healing remedies. Annabeth is taken from my arms and placed on a stretcher. I brush everyone away from me.

I grab the prize of my kill out from behind me. I grab Harry and together in front of the entire school we hoist up the head of the evil that's been bugging them for the last 10+ years.

Again the cheers raise the roof, not that we're inside but it's a metaphor.

This head is a reminder that we truly won the war today.

The camera's flash. Magical beings celebrate.

Notes

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