The Ghosts of Millennia

Hades Finally Does the Thing

CHAPTER SUMMARY

Percy, Will, Blaise, and Hestia make their attempt to save Nico.

BEGINNING NOTES

Chapter Rating: General Audiences
Content Warning: None
Word Count: 3321

This is (probably) the last one for today.

And all the characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, or Rick Riordan.

Credits at the end.

____________________PERCY____________________

The moment Percy woke from his dream, he woke Will, Blaise, and Hestia. It was too important to leave for the morning, especially now that sundown would bring the trial. Percy knew that whatever ending would come, it would come today. And they needed Nico to stop the mayhem.

"We'll have to go to Thanatos and get the Artifacts," Will decided. It was the first time he'd spoken since Nico died.

"But Hecate said he'd be power-hungry," Blaise reminded them. "And remember what Persephone told Nico. They're addicting. He might not want to give them up, and with the Artifacts, he'd be unstoppable."

"We need to find someone who can wield the Artifacts the way Nico could, otherwise we don't stand a chance against Thanatos," Hestia agreed. "Macaria, maybe?"

"No way we're going back to the Palace with Hades on the warpath," Will said. "And she's so weak anyway; wielding such a powerful godly weapon could make her fade completely."

"Could we contact Rachel?" Blaise asked. "There might be another prophecy."

Another prophecy...

And that's when Percy realized what they had to do.

"Guys, there is another prophecy. When Nico met Hades last year, when he started the quest, Hades said he wouldn't wait two more years for Harry Potter to kill Riddle. And who else would be willing to help us? It has to be him."

No one wanted to work with Harry again after what he'd done to Nico, Percy most of all. But there was a silent understanding: Harry might be their only hope. One by one, everyone nodded in agreement. And the somber atmosphere got a little less heavy. They had a plan now.

"How do we find him?" Will asked.

Percy swallowed hard, nearly flinching at an old, painful memory. "How much food do we have left?"

At Percy's instruction, the four of them dug a twenty-foot pit in the middle of their campsite. They poured orange juice, cookies, granola bars, sandwiches, anything they had left into the pit. Then, Percy began to chant what he remembered in Ancient Greek, only replacing Bianca's name with Harry's. He may have been fourteen when Nico did this the first time, but the memory was scarred into his brain.

It felt just as unnatural the second time as it had the first.

Sulfurous mist seeped out of the ground. Black shadows appeared around the edge of the pit; spirits unable to eat or drink from the pit. But, then, a spirit with an electric green hue, the color of Hecate, knelt before them to drink. After a few moments, he rose.

Harry Potter.

Percy stopped chanting, and the mist and black shadows faded. "Harry," Percy said stiffly. He was still beyond furious at the follower of Hecate for what he did to Nico. He just couldn't help it.