Hope you like my new story. Please let me know if the plot is too vague - basically Hecate has disappeared and the only way to bring her back is by renewing the wizards. belief in her. I'm also looking for a new fanfic to read so please review with opinions of my story as well as recommendations. Enjoy!

Nico

Nico hit the ground running, sleet needling his skin where his t-shirt had ripped. Darkness ate at the edges of his vision. Had he made it? Exhausted from shadow-travelling halfway across the world, he let go of his friends' arms. His knees buckled, sending him sprawling forward into the mud.

He couldn't see but he could sense the others, ten in total. Someone was fading fast, Annabeth… He couldn't help, couldn't move. Where were they? His fingers curled helplessly around the letter in his palm, the address was smudged by the rain but still faintly visible in the dim light…

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland.

Dumbledore

"Where did you find them?"

Madame Pomfrey's hands fluttered anxiously through the medicine cabinet, her apron freckled with blood. "Hagrid found them unconscious at the edge of the Forbidden Forest," she murmured, not taking her eyes off her patient, "He reckons they tried to apparate into the school, but the defences stopped them. Hagrid says they were armed, but he removed their weapons. The boy had a letter, I believe it's for you." She gestured at an envelope on the side.

The headmaster's brow furrowed as he peeled open the envelope, the handwriting strangely familiar. His gut twisted as he read the message, though the sender's name sent a shiver of recognition up his spine. If his old friend was right, this was only the beginning.

"Who are they, Albus?" The nurse questioned, flustered, "They're no older than the students but this one," she nodded at the patient she was tending to, a girl no older than seventeen, her blonde hair covering her pale face, "was riddled with poison when she arrived! She's stable now, but I almost lost her…"

"It's not who they are we must ask ourselves, my dear Madame Pomfrey," Behind his half moon glasses, Dumbledore's eyes glinted with thought, "but what they are."

Percy

"Annabeth!"

"Percy," Chiron was at his side in an instant, his expression grave, "you can still save her. Here, take this, find Nico and take as many campers as you can." Into Percy's hand, he pressed a letter, an address printed clearly across the front; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland. Scotland? But Annabeth was dying, if there was any chance that he could save her, he had to try.

He grabbed onto Leo's shirt as he rushed past, hands ablaze. His eyes widened as he stared down at the son of Poseidon's hand, slick with Annabeth's blood. "Get Nico," He croaked, he couldn't look at him, couldn't take his eyes off Annabeth.

"Percy?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper. Half delirious from the poison, she played with the hem of his ruined t-shirt, eyes faraway. "Percy, I'm dying."

"No, you're not, please, Annabeth. Don't leave me," His voice broke, as he pleaded with her, "You promised."

"Percy, I -"

"Percy!"

He jerked awake, his back arching. Annabeth. She clutched his hand, worriedly.

"You're awake!" She scanned his face, searchingly, "You started screaming."

"I – you're okay?"

She kissed him, softly. "I'm fine, Seaweed Brain."

His vision did a one-eighty as he struggled to sit up. He was in a room roughly the size of their dining pavilion, with beds lined up neatly against the whitewashed walls. He gagged on the scent of eucalyptus before he realised the whole room reeked of medicine, like the infirmary back at camp. Camp.

He had a vague memory of rounding up as many campers as possible, before ordering Nico to shadow-travel them to Chiron's address. It had seemed like a lot at the time, but barely half of the beds looked occupied. He counted ten others. The rest were safe, or…

No. He couldn't think like that. Annabeth was alive, at least, her expression loaded with concern.

He frowned at her, "Will healed you?"

"No," the son of Apollo admitted, appearing at their side, "It shouldn't have been possible. Manticore poison – that's deadly. Percy, where are we? What happened?"

"Chiron sent us here to, uh, wherever here is. He gave me a letter, erm, Nico shadow-travelled."

"I know," Will scowled at the bed opposite Percy's where Nico's raven head was barely visible. "He hasn't woken up since."

Percy's heart was in his mouth as he asked, "Is-is he going to be okay?" Once again, he'd asked Nico to do the impossible. What if shadow-travelling across the world had drained him for good? Percy loved Annabeth but the thought of trading her life for Nico's made him feel sick, especially looking at Will, so clearly in love.

"Yeah," Will's face finally broke into a smile, "He'll be fine. He just needs rest."

"Percy," Annabeth's eyes gleamed with interest, "Nico shadow-travelled here so Chiron must have given you something, an address or a photo. Where are we?"

"I'd be delighted to answer your question, young lady." A voice boomed. The doors opened and a man with silvery hair swept in, impressively. "But first, introductions; I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and you must be Chiron's demigods."

Will

Will yelped, "School of what?"

"Witchcraft and wizardry." The old man – Dumbledore – repeated, patiently. "My dear boy, my old friend Chiron has informed me of your world, the monsters you have faced and the victories you have won. Does the existence of wizards really surprise you?"

"Uh, no," he flushed, "So you're aware of the, ah, situation?"

"Indeed, I received Chiron's letter," his gaze fell on Nico, "though it appears the young messenger is still asleep."

Will's heart twisted at the sight of Nico, his face barely a shade darker than the sheets. "Yeah, he's resting."

"So," the headmaster leaned forward, "Hecate has fallen."

Annabeth explained as much as she could, how Hecate had disappeared overnight, how the Mist had disappeared, and their camp barriers failed. Will shivered, remembering the attacks that had lead up to the camp's destruction, that last night when Annabeth nearly died.

Looking around, he couldn't believe so few had made it. Lou-Ellen, Ellis, Chiara, Damien, Paolo, Connor and Miranda all slept peacefully, alongside Nico. The rest were still at Camp, on the other side of the world, or somewhere much, much more unreachable…

He was a healer. He should've been there.

"I'd be delighted to offer you sanctuary at Hogwarts," Dumbledore was saying, "But as for bringing Hecate back, I have no ideas…"

"Is it even possible?" Percy frowned, "I don't mean to be pessimistic, guys, but I was there when Pan faded, and he's gone."

"Pan went willingly," Annabeth said, "Hecate doesn't seem like the type to accept her end, I doubt she went peacefully. There's a way to bring her back, I know it – we just have to figure out what…"

Will's eyes fixed upon Nico. He couldn't but think how his boyfriend had just found a home at camp, he couldn't lose it now. It wasn't fair.

When are the Fates ever fair? His logical half pointed out.

Shut up, was his other half's eloquent response.

Was it his imagination, or did Nico's fingers just twitch? He watched as the son of Hades' chest heaved, drawing in deep lungfuls of air.

"Nico?"

Nico

The shadows were Nico's birth right. He'd learnt long ago that the darkness was something to be used, not feared. Still, that didn't mean he enjoyed it...

His dreams were a no man's land of broken memories that cut him like glass, even as he tried to forge past them. There were good memories; Bianca's smile lit up by the sunlight rippling off the Venetian canals… Will's laughter in his ear as he tried to teach him how to shoot, his hand warm on his shoulder.

Then, there were the memories that were too painful to dwell on; "Bianca… she didn't make it…", the cold metal inside of the bronze jar in which he'd suffocated for days, haunted by those memories he could never escape – Tartarus. He pushed past them, searching for the dreams of Chiron.

He stumbled into a scene that felt strangely familiar. A hilltop, overlooking a valley and the beach below. The sky was bruised purple with dusk, the ocean dark against the horizon. A forest covered the valley like a thick cloak of green. With a start, he realised he was looking at Camp Half-Blood before the camp existed.

He noticed Chiron, gazing at the woods below, perhaps recognizing their potential. No wonder on the night of it's destruction, the centaur was dreaming of when it all began.

"Uh, Chiron?" he began, awkwardly, startling the centaur out of his reverie.

"Nico!" His old mentor's eyes widened, "So you arrived at Hogwarts safely?"

"I-I don't know. I haven't woken up yet."

"I see," the centaur's expression grew serious, "A warning for you, then… The people I have sent you to, they are unlike anything you have faced before."

Nico's grip tightened on his Stygian iron sword. He wanted to scream, why did you send us then? "They're dangerous?"

"On the contrary, I believe they are our only hope of saving Hecate and preserving what is left of the Mist."

"The camp?" Nico blurted, "Is it okay? Did anyone…?"

"Nobody died, thank the gods," the centaur's shoulders sagged with relief, "Alas, the camp is quite destroyed."

"We can come back!" he argued, "We can help rebuild!"

It felt strange, thinking of Camp as his home but Nico couldn't deny that it was. It was where he'd met Will, the last place he and Bianca had been safe together… The knowledge that it was gone made him feel lost, like he was dissolving into shadows as he almost had during his quest with Reyna and Coach Hedge.

"Nico," Chiron began gently, "I will contact our Roman friends for help. You must remain in Britain; the people I am sending you to must believe again. They are blessed by Hecate, all that remains of her legacy. Perhaps, if we can renew their faith, we can bring the goddess back."

Blessed by Hecate? He wondered. Who are these people?

"I understand," Nico said, kicking miserably at a nearby tree stump, "Tell Reyna and Jason-"

"I'll let them know you're all safe," he promised, "Now, you must go! Pass my message on to Percy, I don't suppose you know if Annabeth…?"

Nico's fists clenched. "I don't know."

Please, gods, don't let her be dead…

The image began to flicker. The scent of eucalyptus invaded the warm summer's breeze, tickling his throat.

"I'm waking up," he muttered, "Chiron, we will be back. We'll make these people believe."

Chiron's weary smile was an echo of his old self, "I don't doubt you, my boy. Remember-" but when he opened his mouth again it was Will's voice…

"Nico?"

Sunlight blinded him.

"Nico, you're awake!"

Will's golden head appeared above him, his face lit up with relief.

Nico muttered something intelligent, like, "Uh-duh…"

Percy bounded over, grinning, "Man, you're awake!"

"Annabeth is she…?"

"I'm fine," the daughter of Athena smiled, materialising beside Percy, "Thanks to you." Percy beamed, threading his fingers through her's and Nico almost laughed, remembering how much that small action had once wounded him. Now, he had Will.

He'd found his type.

"I spoke to Chiron."

Will frowned, "You mean you saw him in a dream?"

"No, I spoke to him. Uh, it's a power I have…" he grimaced apologetically as Will shot him a, we'll talk about this later, look.

"How's camp?" Percy asked immediately, "Leo? Clarisse?"

"Everyone's okay…" Nico did his best to explain Chiron's plan to bring back Hecate.

Percy looked puzzled, "How does that work? We get them to throw a party in her honour and she just pops up? Like, "Sorry I've been off the radar, phone service in Chaos is terrible!""

"No, Seaweed Brain." Nico could practically see the clogs turning in Annabeth's head, "The more worshippers they have, the stronger the gods become. By teaching these guys about Hecate, we strengthen her power. It's genius!" she admitted, "A plan worthy of Athena!"

"I would be honoured to assist you," a new voice spoke. Nico raised his head, groggily, and saw a silver-haired old man standing behind his friends, his eyes twinkling kindly behind half-moon glasses.

"Nico, this is Dumbledore," Will explained, "He's an old friend of Chiron's. He's the headmaster here at Hogwarts, um…" he trailed off, wincing.

"School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Dumbledore supplied, helpfully.

"What?"

Annabeth

"So, that's the plan. Any questions?" Annabeth purposefully avoided looking at the Hogwarts teachers as she scanned the crowd of confused demigods and wizards. She could feel their curious gazes prickling her, making her uncomfortable.

One day after they'd woken up in the strange school, Dumbledore had gathered the staff in the infirmary, which was still closed off from the rest of the school, to hear the half-bloods' tale.

"Albus…" The sallow-skinned man Dumbledore had introduced as Snape drawled, "Surely you don't expect us to believe these children's story?"

"Yes, I do." The headmaster said, firmly, "I have been aware of our kind's Greek heritage for a while and I believe it is our duty to set things right, for the sake of both worlds."

A spindly witch with a thick, Scottish accent spoke, "I suppose another Sorting is in order, then?" She looked as though she might faint, though Annabeth got the feeling she would make a formidable enemy.

"Wise idea, Minerva," Dumbledore beamed, "And if that's all, meeting adjourned! I'll be introducing the demigods to the students tonight, at dinner."

Tonight?

Restlessness spread amongst the demigods as the teachers trickled out, throwing doubtful glances over their shoulders at the pack of teenagers. Percy threw his arm around Annabeth's neck, smiling.

"We'll be alright," he said, quietly, "We'll look after them."

Annabeth nodded, waiting to see how their friends would react in private. Ellis cracked his knuckles – another day stuck inside the same room had made him even more violent than usual – Paolo muttered furiously to himself in Portuguese and Chiara and Damien were bickering loudly. Will and Nico, who had already heard the plan, were whispering in the corner.

Lou Ellen rose to her feet, fists clenched. Her eyes were red from crying but the look in them was that of determination. "Guys!" No one paid her any attention.

"Guys!" The group fell silent, staring at the despondent daughter of Hecate, "This is important. We need to work as a team to save my mum!"

Will stepped forward, "Lou Ellen's right, guys. We need to work together, not just for Hecate but for ourselves. How long do you think Camp can last without the Mist?"

There was a murmur of assent, with demigods wandering back to their beds to wait out another day in the infirmary. Will and Nico headed for Percy and Annabeth, both frowning in confusion.

"Hey, guys – what's a Sorting?"