A/N: I have an idea. I am unbearably saddened by the lack of Artemis Fowl/Supernatural crossovers. (I really, really like crossovers if you haven't noticed) Saddened by the dearth of AF/SPN crossovers, I intend to write one myself. I'll only start after I'm well into this story and updating it with consistency.

I know it's been a while, but I am literally buried under Mount Homework. (building those nerd muscles!)

Note on the timeline: it's July 2nd in the story, the Demigod Delegation (that's my nickname for them) and Severus will be leaving for Britain on July 16th, and the Dementor Incident will be on the 17th.

Cedric Diggory's POV

Camp Jupiter's dining pavilion, July 2nd

Cedric could hear hushed whispers as he walked through Camp Jupiter's dining pavilion.

Look, there's the new guy! Did you hear, the medics say he's a wizard.

Who's his sponsor?

Who's his godly parent? I bet it's Hecate, if they're saying he's a wizard.

They say he died and came back, like Gwen.

The Roman legionnaires didn't just whisper. They stared, like he was a fish in a fishbowl. Cedric wondered if this was how it was for Harry Potter. He had a newfound respect for the fourth year.

He allowed himself a small smile, and thought, these guys have nothing on Hogwarts' rumour mill. My schoolmates are much more vicious and public opinion is never the same two weeks in a row.

He was a stranger in a strange land. Alone, without his friends, his House, not even another wizard was present by his side.

Deciding that sticking with familiar faces was the way to go, he sat down at the medics' table. Cloud nymphs flew around the open-air pavilion, carrying large platters of food. Despite being used to grand displays of magic, seeing actual nymphs straight out of Roman mythology (only not quite as mythical as he once thought) was surreal.

The Hufflepuff looked at the cup in front of him, wondering if they had pumpkin juice here. Lo and behold, his cup filled with pumpkin juice. It looked and smelled and tasted just like the pumpkin juice from Hogwarts- a little piece of home.

The medic girl from earlier – Amy? No, Amelia – looked over at him. "How are you feeling? Are you feeling okay?" She asked, a concerned note to her voice.

As cool as this place was, he just wanted to go home. Reassure his parents and Cho that he was okay, that he was alive. "I want to go home. My parents must think I'm dead, and I have a girlfriend, my entire life is back across the pond," he told her longingly.

Amelia looked at him, saw how saddened he was, and her expression softened. "I know you're feeling out of place right now, but that won't last. Once we hear back from Praetor Ramirez-Arellano, we'll figure out what you're place in our society is. You suggested that our cultures could work together; maybe you could act as a liaison."

"Could I at least send my parents a letter? They deserve to know that their only son isn't dead."

"You can't, and I'm sorry for that. Until Praetor Ramirez-Arellano gives the all-clear, you're not to leave."

Well that wasn't ominous at all.

He might as well be their prisoner.

Dinner was pretty quiet after that, just fielding the occasional question about magical society. It was so different from what he was used to. Yet it felt so right at the same time…as if the ambient magic of this place was welcoming him home. Which it shouldn't be, as he possessed a completely different brand of magic than these demigods. Right?

A loud caw echoed through the air. An enormous orange and black bird soared towards the pavilion. As it neared, Cedric's heart beat faster as he realized what it was - an ossifrage. The bearded vulture. All around him, legionnaires' eyes widened. Why, he did not know.

The ossifrage landed in the middle of the pavilion, and suddenly, the bird wasn't a bird anymore, but a man. He was tall, with wavy salt-and-pepper hair. The Romans got very excited, not in a loud way, but reverent. Amelia knelt down, and then reached up and pulled him down too.

"That is Sancus, the god of loyalty, the protector of oaths, and a wielder of lightning. Don't do anything stupid and show him proper respect." The medic hissed at him.

Cedric's week just got even more fantastical, if that was even possible. A god – a god – was less than ten feet away from him.

The pavilion was silent. Not a single legionnaire spoke. Everyone was waiting, metaphorically holding their breath. Sancus (a god!) looked around the pavilion, his head held high, scanning the faces of the legionnaires. It was like the immortal was searching – but for what? Or rather, who?

The god's eyes finally landed on Cedric. The young wizard swallowed. Then Sancus spoke, and questions were answered.

"I have come to claim my son, Cedric Diggory."

Percy Jackson's POV

Camp Half-Blood, after Hecate gave her announcements

"If I went with you back to Britain, and to this bird society, hypothetically, when would we leave and could Annabeth come if she likes?"

"Order of the Phoenix, the Order for short. We would leave in a couple of weeks, on the sixteenth, and yes, Ms. Chase could come if she so wishes." His godfather replied.

The daughter of Athena smiled and looped an arm around Percy protectively at this. "Great- because he's not going anywhere without me."

Nico and Reyna looked at each other, speaking in hushed whispers. Then Reyna spoke. "Would other demigods be able to go too?"

At this point, Severus had been fielding questions of all kinds from the demigods for almost half an hour after Hecate left.

Percy glanced over at his godfather as he tiredly responded to Reyna's question. "Who and how many?"

"Just myself and Nico. I also would have to take a quick trip to Camp Jupiter to settle some… political matters before we leave." Percy nodded in understanding; Octavian had seriously undermined her power by taking charge of the army. Not to mention the whole deal with having three praetors – Jason might have stepped down, but Frank had taken his spot.

Annabeth stood up and started writing on the whiteboard behind her. "So we have myself, Percy, Reyna, Nico, anyone else?"

Will looked over at Nico. It was the kind of expression that only someone who cares about someone else can pull off – a stern face that bordered no argument. His cousin sighed tiredly, "Will's coming too."

The sunny blonde nodded in affirmation. "I am his doctor; and somebody needs to be able to pull him back together after he overextends himself. No offense, Mr Snape, but I highly doubt your healers have experience with demigods."

Severus looked around the room with a raised eyebrow, "Anything else?" Chiron looked around the ping-pong table. Percy thought that the centaur seemed to have aged at least a decade since he had last seen him.

"I think we're good, Sev. This meeting is adjourned; there is still much to do to be ready for tonight's feast and memorial services."

Everyone stood up and meandered out of the war room, chatting about magic and wizards, and memorial preparations – Percy caught word of express making of burial shrouds. Now that is depressing… Percy, Annabeth, Sally, Poseidon, and Severus stayed behind.

"Okay, Perseus," Percy winced at his full name, "I'll stay here and talk to your mother about arrangements for myself for the next two weeks."

Annabeth stood up, pulling Percy with her. "C'mon, Seaweed Brain. There's work to be done." She said with a sad smile. Percy was sad too. Not just "sad", but grieving, traumatized, and angry with the Fates.

He didn't even want to think about the body count. So many lives cut short, some not much older than twelve years old. Thank the gods Chiron made all the demigods younger than that hide in Cabin Nine's bunker.

Annabeth was right – yet again – there was a lot of work to be done. The Apollo kids and Roman medics were working overtime in the infirmary, helping the wounded. Camp Half-Blood and the Roman field camp had damage all over; some of the cabins were going to get an unplanned remodel and renovation. The Demeter kids and satyrs were going to have to replant an entire swath of forest. An improvised burial crew were preparing the shrouds and bodies.

They stood with their arms around each other on the steps of the Big House, watching the controlled chaos. "You know what, Wise Girl? After we take down this Voldemort, let's retire. No more quests, no more wars. We'll focus on college. Get jobs in mortal society, train the next generation of demigods."

She looked up and smiled at him. "I like the sound of that." She paused and looked back at the camp. "Where do think they need the most help?"

"I don't know…but I do know that I want to help Jason and Piper with Leo's burial shroud."

"Let's go do that."

Cedric Diggory's POV

Camp Jupiter's dining pavilion, July 2nd

Cedric sputtered. "Excuse me? What do you mean, 'your son'? My father is Amos Diggory, and my mother Maria Diggory would never be unfaithful!"

The Romans look scandalised at what they considered to be a disrespectful outburst. Cedric couldn't find himself to care all that much. He knew who his father was – and he wasn't some god. And if he was, then where had he been for the last seventeen years? Where was he when he bloody died in that graveyard?

He must have spoken this aloud, because Sancus looked down with an ashamed and remorseful expression. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation elsewhere?" the god asked.

Crossing his arms, Cedric looked at Sancus distrustfully. "Fine."

They walked away from the crowd, who had resumed their hushed whispers. Approaching the lake, they sat down on one of the benches.

Sancus looked over at him. "I met your mother before she met Amos. We went on a few dates together, and then it was over. After she met your father, she discovered that she was pregnant with you. Maria didn't know who your father was, but I knew the moment you were born. Any sort of demigod powers you possess would have been written off as accidental magic.

"When you died, I felt it. And I mourned. But I also felt it when you came back to life outside of Camp Jupiter's borders. I came as quickly as I could, my son.

"I being your father does not negate the bond between you and Amos; rather just adds another relationship. You have two half-sisters by the way – Empanada and Fides, goddesses of food/protection, and trust respectively."

Cedric sat there, staring at the lake, digesting this new information. Sancus really was his biological dad. He had sisters! Not just one, but two!

"You mentioned demigod powers. What exactly do you mean by that?" the newly discovered demigod asked.

Sancus chuckled. "Well, I am the god of loyalty, honesty, and I can wield lightning, not on Jupiter's level, but still. You might be able to discern between lies and the truth, sway people's loyalties one way or another, and you're immune to being killed by electricity. I'm not entirely sure about this, but you might be able to control any electricity near you."

"Okay, I'll admit, that's pretty cool…but what do I do now? I have a life back in Britain, I can't just abandon it." Cedric replied.

The god looked over at him, then above his head to the east, at the darkening sky. "I suppose…you're a sixth, yes?" Cedric nodded. "Then you can go back to Britain for the school year, and come here for the summer. Many demigods with lives outside of the Camp do just that. In fact, Camp Half-Blood for the Greeks is based off of that system."

Suddenly, Amelia came sprinting over to them with an excited expression. What's up with her? Did something happen?

"Cedric! Reyna just sent a messenger eagle! She said that she's coming to camp tomorrow!" she blurted out, panting heavily.

He smiled at the medic. "Woah, calm down, breathe a bit. May I see the letter that Praetor sent?"

Still breathing heavily, Amelia handed Cedric a rolled up piece of white paper.

Amelia Daniels –

There is peace between the Romans and Greeks, and soon we will draft a treaty to ensure the peace lasts.

Earlier today, after I received your letter regarding Cedric Diggory, a combined Greek and Roman council was summoned to Camp Half Blood's war room. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase had gone to visit Percy's mother this morning (the first time in almost a year Percy had seen his mother) and his newly discovered godfather had paid a visit. His godfather is Severus Snape, a wizard just like Cedric Diggory. In fact, based upon what he told us, he is one of Cedric Diggory's teachers.

Percy Jackson is the son of Felicia Potter, a witch who died in a wizarding war when Percy was two. His younger brother (also a son of Poseidon) was born two days before Felicia's death. Harry, the younger brother, went to live with his aunt and uncle, Lily and James Potter, Felicia's twin brother. Poseidon gave Percy to Sally, a friend of his. He kept them apart for their own protection. A year and half later, James and Lily were killed by the same wizard who killed Felicia. Harry is now attending Hogwarts, a school for wizards, and is now fifteen.

Percy and Annabeth will be going to Britain to meet Harry; Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, and I will be accompanying them. I wish to bring Cedric Diggory home to Britain with us. We leave on the sixteenth. Tomorrow, I will be returning to camp briefly with Severus Snape to settle some political matters.

Spread the word of this: Jason Grace has resigned his praetorship, and named Frank Zhang the new praetor in a field promotion.

Praetor Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Twelfth Legion Fuliminata

Cedric looked up at Amelia, then Sancus. Then back down at the letter. He sat down hard. "Harry's a demigod? James and Lily weren't his parents? And he has a brother?" The young wizard was shocked. This information would turn the wizarding world upside down.

Amelia shrugged at this. "Apparently. I'm not as surprised as you, since I've not gone to school with him." She bowed to Sancus. "My lord, if I may take my leave, as I have more patients waiting for me in the infirmary… and Cedric? I suggest that you prepare yourself to meet the Praetor and go to Camp Half Blood. I can only imagine the fallout from the Giant War over there…"

Sancus nodded in approval at Amelia. She turned around and left, walking with purpose towards the infirmary. "Good night, my son. I shall see you soon. Oh, and I suggest that you close your eyes." Cedric responded in kind, and closed his eyes. He could feel a warmth and extremely bright light and his godly father was gone.

Cedric sighed, and ran a hand through his dusty brown hair. Four days ago, he was Hogwarts First Champion, and running a maze. Three days ago he died and came back to life, and was thrown headfirst into the world of gods and unimaginable monsters…and today he discovered that he was a demigod. He snorted. Cho would never believe this. She wouldn't be able to…gods don't fit into her logical worldview…yet I don't want to keep this a secret from her. If she can't accept it, then well, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano's POV

July 2rd, Camp Half Blood

The amphitheatre was quiet, and solemn. The remaining members of the Seven, Nico, Thalia, Will, and Reyna sat at the front in the centre. Sally, Severus, Poseidon, Chiron, and Mr D were standing off to the right of the amphitheatre.

At seven o'clock sharp, they rose. (Sally, Poseidon, Severus, Mr D, and Chiron remained seated.) They walked to stand in front of the campfire, which was dark charcoal in colour. The colour was reflecting the mood of everyone in the amphitheatre; the grief, trauma, devastation.

Percy stepped slightly in front of them to address the crowd. "We are gathered here today to say goodbye to the two hundred and thirty heroes we have lost to the Second Giant War. We have come to give them our gratitude, for without their sacrifice, we would not be here today; Gaea would have wiped out humanity by now. The life of every hero who died, died with bravery and selflessness. They gave the ultimate sacrifice, and I can only hope that we can let it not in vain, by working together in this new era of peace.

"Marcus Andrews, son of Hephaestus." Two people walked up, carrying a body in a bronze shroud, with metallic black gears, his name in red letters.

"Alexis Fredericks, daughter of Demeter." Two more people walked up, carrying a body wrapped in a light green shroud, with golden cornstalks and blue vines embroidered on it, her name in dark green.

"Cristina Holt, daughter of Apollo." Another body in a shroud.

"Katrina Morris, daughter of Apollo." And another.

"Zayden Sorenson, son of Hermes.

"Brett Thompson, son of Ares.

"Margaret Williams, daughter of Ares."

Percy paused, letting friends and family come down to the pyres in the campfire, to pay final respects. Reyna watched with a sombre expression; not wanting to show too much emotion, trying to appear strong for her people.

It was hard. One of the most difficult things she had ever done. She really wanted to sink to her knees, shake her fist and rage at the Fates for cutting all of these short.

Jason picked up where Percy left off. "Caroline Watts, daughter of Libertas.

"Dylan Evans, son of Vulcan.

"Samer Bishay, son of Mars.

"Nessa Drake, daughter of Mercury."

They continued on. After Jason, Annabeth went on with the next section of the list. Then Frank. Then Piper, Hazel, Nico, Will, and finally herself. Then back to Percy. On and on and on, until they came to the las name.

Leo Valdez.

The group stepped back, allowing the focus to be on Jason and Piper.

Jason went first, Piper's arm around his waist. An incomplete trio. "Leo Valdez was one of the funniest people I know, always cracking a joke, always grinning like a mad scientist. Leo was always-" At this point, Jason choked up, and buried his head in Piper's hair.

The daughter of Aphrodite picked up where her boyfriend left off. "Quick to help a friend in need, or offer a comforting hug. He was a genius too – reconstructing the Archimedes spheres once lost to time, and rebuilding the metal dragon known as Festus, and saved our lives on multiple occasions.

"And his bravery. Without Leo, Gaea would not have been defeated forever. He gave the ultimate sacrifice – his very life. He will not be forgotten, and neither will the lives of the two-hundred and thirty heroes who gave their lives alongside him."

And the memorial was over. The demigods and Roman legacies made their way down to the bonfire and other burning pyres – which had magically expanded to accommodate the number of fallen warriors – to pay their final respects.

A/N: I had more planned for this chapter, but it felt wrong to add more on after that solemn, depressing scene. Don't worry – you'll get to the good stuff in chapter 5.

Clouds

28 March 2017