An Unexpected Return (Book Two In The Prince Of Darkness Trilogy)

A Saving People Thing

A/N: Sup. New Chapter. Who wants to do the disclaimer?
Anyone? Hmmm?
Ginny: I'll do it.
Me: Perfect!
Ginny: The author owns nothing. The Wizarding World belongs to J.K Rowling, and the Riordanverse belongs to Rick Riordan.
Me: On with the story!

***Harry's P.O.V***

I stood at the top of one of Hogwarts towers, gripping my bow tightly. I had yet to use it in battle, and although I denied it, I was nervous. A quiver of arrows that had been enchanted to always have an arrow in was strapped to my back, and my wand was in the pocket of my robes.

Apparently I've got a natural skill for it, but I suppose that comes from being a Seeker. Even so, watching Ron, Luna, Ginny and the others walk out onto the ground with their weapons made me feel sick.

I couldn't see Hermione.

I had this sickening feeling that something was going to go wrong. That I'd have to watch as Eris won, and my friends dropped, one by one. Arrows can only go so far, and being unable to be at their side protecting them made me feel uneasy. I wanted to be with them, I realised. It felt wrong just seeing them. There was a small woosh behind me and a voice spoke.

"You know, you're a little bit like my cousin. You've both got a bit of a 'saving people' thing. Well, Percy's got a lot more than a bit but still." Nico was behind me, arms crossed and a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Do not!" His expression hardened, and he took a step towards me.

"Do too. Face it Harry; you're afraid of war and you're afraid of death."

"I--"

"Don't try to defend yourself, I'm not here to hear that. Just..."

"Just what?"

"Just don't do anything stupid okay? Keep your position. Battles are not won by stunts." I remembered him saying that a while back. It seemed like forever ago.

"I-I know. Thanks Nico." He didn't answer for a moment, walking over until he was next to me.

"Don't thank me yet. The war isn't over Harry. In fact," He looked out at the two armies approaching. "I don't think it's even really started."

***Will's P.O.V***

Screaming.

Shouting.

Crying.

And...silence.

For a moment, all I could see was black. And it was strangely peaceful. The violent storm of sound had died down into nothing, and I was alone. Floating almost, in this realm of nothingness.

I wondered if this was what death was like.

Apparently it wasn't, because shortly afterwards I was pushed out onto wet grass and face planted into the mud. Dazed, I sat up, and took in my surroundings. I was in a dense forest; most likely the Forbidden Forest, if Eris was right about the connections. That meant that I was within Hogwarts grounds. That meant I was safe. That meant Nico should be close. That meant-

Will, you're overthinking. Control your thoughts and don't freak out in the middle of a random forest!

I took a deep breath, and stood up. I didn't have my bow, and was completely unarmed. Looking nervously around, I started walking. The trees blocked out most of the sunlight, so it was a dark and dreary walk towards the castle.

***Hazel's P.O.V***

Nico walked out, and unsheathed his sword as he stood next to me. "Where were you?" My voice was laced with concern.

"Finishing up. Nothing to worry about." He finished his sentence with a small smile towards me, which I returned. "You ready?" I shifted my feet, and held my gladius out in front of me. Around us, wizards drew swords, daggers and staffs. Archers were positioned on high vantage points. We'd done everything we could.

"Ready." My voice was confident, and I pushed back pre-battle nerves. It would be okay. Everything was going to be okay. Right? I banished the thought to the back of my mind and focused on what was to come. There was a ripple in the air as the protective barriers were breached.

It was time for the battle to begin.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I recently did a Speech and Drama exam and I got a Merit, so I'm really happy.

Question of the Chapter: What other crossovers would interest you guys?

Also here's another poem written by e.h (Erin Hanson) because I like these and I hope you like them too:

Every heart's a hurricane,
Each soul a starlit sea,
Every mind's a meteor
Unbound by gravity.
And everybody's wishing
They could learn to tame their tides,
When nothing more than nature
Is what's echoing inside.

Every life's a lightning bolt
Yet everyone's told no;
Bite back all your thunder
And don't let the wild things show.
Every heart's a hurricane,
Everyone a world within,
Every life too short for loathing
Any storms beneath your skin.

~e.h

And also this one:

The city is built on the backbone of wild things,
Beneath it their ancient hearts beat,
Layers on layers of lifetimes
Lying dormant below every street.
And above them the world rumbles onward,
A jungle of window and walls,
Like ants on the run from a rainstorm
The traffic chaotically crawls.
You can still sense the souls of the wild things,
As the stars are switched on in the night,
Tangled betwixt all the power lines
And the ghostly glow of the streetlights.
It is the feeling of something much grander,
Like the city had simply been borrowed,
And the wild things on which it was built
Will reclaim it in some far tomorrow.
It's the echoes of calls long forgotten,
The reminder were living above the unknown,
And that we are not the first nor the last ones
Who will call this same piece of land home.

~e.h

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~HouserOfStories