Sword & Wand (Harry Potter Percy Jackson The Mortal Instruments Crossover)

one

"What are those balls?" Jared asks, and Harry's words hit me badly.

"Those are prophecies".

I groan, "Anything but more prophecies".

And they appear. The Death Eaters. I recognize mister Lucius Malfoy. I make a disgusted face and raise the wand with my left hand. My right hand is still free, ready to break the bracelet. I can curse them using left hand. But the sword. I can never know, so I keep my routine. I hear the battle beginning a millisecond before I flash a curse at the Death Eater in front of me. But he flies away in a cloud of black mist. Cowards. I hate cowards, and that's just what they are. There's eight of us, aged fifteen to sixteen and those folks are flying? That offends my ego. I concentrate so hard to do something I've been trying to do for months now. Moment by moment, I feel the exact thing that I should. I dissolve into the tiniest drops of water. My body disappears from where it is and lands in front of the same Death Eater again. The plan is simple: injure him and run. The only question is: how? In that moment I hear someone yelling, "Expeliarmus". Jared. The wand with silver unnecessities falls to the ground next to Malfoy's daddy who was trying to kill me from behind my back. I quickly curse the guy in front of me and pull my bracelet. The sword grows in my hand from pieces of celestial bronze. It scratch the black dust that Malfoy Senior leaves after flying away. I say a loud and quick "Thank you" to Jared and continue chasing the cowards. I wish Ambridge can see how filthy I can play. The Aurors join us, along with Sirius. He is fighting along with Harry against someone when I see it. I see Bellatrix Lestrange yelling something and Sirius falling to the other side of the Veil. I press my watch, which turns into the shield perfectly made and designed out of celestial bronze. While doing so, I see many other things: One chrystal ball being crushed, Lord Voldemort trying to destroy Harry, professor Lupin holding him while he calls Sirius' name. I know that none of those pictures were in order, but I want to change them. I throw my shield as strongly as I could and pray all the gods that I can remember that it takes the right position at the right time. It flies like a starship. My heart stops beating. The only two persons following the spell, my shield and Sirius who doesn't even know what could be expecting him are Bellatrix and me.

The celestial bronze slips through the air and reflects Bellatrix' curse just in time. Horrified, she disappears in black smoke and the curse hits the wall.

I have to keep my consciousness, I think, but it's too late. Prophecies take too much energy. I want to fight it back but I can't. I fall to the ground skipping the following events that scare me badly.

Jared wakes me up about an hour after I fell asleep. Naturally, I'm angry with myself because of two things. First, what kind of a warrior faints in the middle of a battle? And second, what kind of a girl am I if I can't control my face turning red?

He tells me everything. Most of all, I enjoy the fact that Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban. Yeah, already. Magic is magic, after all.

It seems like our Minister finally figured things out. Everything seemes almost normal. Rita Sceeter is in the mob of interviewers. Some of them where murmuring the things they were writing, mainly things like: "The One Who Must Not Be Named is back" and "Fudge was wrong, Dumbledore refuses to tell the details". They all had horrified faces. In the middle were Harry, professor Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge and Sirius. Sirius who makes way for Harry and himself through the crowd.

"Fay!" he starts. "You've saved my life! Now I have my reputation back! Thank you!" I look at Jared's eyes. I could see that he's a bit fascinated. Sirius leaves Jared, Harry and me there, speechless.

"Billion times, thank you", says Harry. "You've saved me from Dursleys".

No way that I did that. I'm aware of the fact that I can use weapon, but I'm not precise at all. Then I make a mind memory to throw my entire meal in the fire and say every single gods' name as soon as I get to camp.

"Harry, I don't think so. For some reason, Sirius thinks that it'll be better for you to stay with Dursleys one more summer", I groaned hearing my own words.

"Why", he is totally confused. Just like me, though I have a slight headache, Apollo style. He looks even more miserable, considering that he is covered in blood. A half of his leg is uncovered, his jeans ripped and his T-shirt not any better.

"Gods know", I answer, really meaning it. I mean, how could I know that? I just know stuff, but usually it's not my fault.

"Ok, I'll suffer", he concluds and tries to cover the hate that was appearing on his face. Hate for the next summer, of course. And I can understand him. You can't call it a life, what he lives there.

"You'll survive, I believe in your nerves", I smile. The others join us and we follow professor Dumbledore towards the fireplaces.