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When the moon went missing the waves mourned, rising high, feigning strength before they collapsed in on themselves.
The wrath of the ocean showed little mercy to the sand. Forcing it to endure the repetitive fury of the waves.
They longed for their moon to reappear, whilst knowing that she had been stolen. Never to see them again, leaving with no goodbye or apology, only pain was left in her wake.
Leaving the waves to the mercy of themselves.
After their wrath subsided, and pain evaporated, the waves were never the same. Hiding from the sand, from the wind and from the sky. No gravity to pull them forward, no motivation to continue their eternal mission.
Without the moon, the earth held an infinite ocean that longed for its waves to come home.
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Harry smiled to himself as he arose from a sleep that surprisingly lacked dreams. It had been a while since he had a night that was not complete with waking up in a sweat soaked bed, only thing muffling his uncontrollable screams, the silencing charm he put over himself the night before. So, it could be assumed that Harry was quite happy that morning.
He travelled through the ancient house of Black, which he had assumed as his own home after Sirius had asked him to move in at the conclusion of the battle of the Department of Mystery’s. A few members of the Order were also staying in the home, so he made sure to be quiet on his journey to the kitchen.
Molly Weasley, whom Harry had assumed was still at the burrow, greeted him with a polite hello and the smell of a feast cooking.
“Hey Mrs Weasley, is there an Order meeting this morning?”
“Oh no dear, I’m here because there were some unexpected people accompanying You Know Who’s grandson when Dumbledore visited him.” She smiled warmly, but it did not soothe Harrys worries.
A rock sunk in his stomach. He had forgotten about the discovery of Voldemort’s family. “Is Dumbledore, okay?”
“Oh yes, dear he’s perfectly fine, sorry I’ve realised I was extremely vague.” She gestured towards the door, inviting him to follow her into the living room, “You Know Who’s grandson had these two darlings with him.” Next to the couch, two cribs stood.
“What?” He walked towards them, seeing that the bassinets held two sleeping children, confirming his fears. “What?” He repeated.
“Dumbledore called for me last night, and I have been caring for them all morning,” Molly told him. “We don’t know where their parents are yet.”
Though Mrs Weasley had confirmed she had no clue of the origins of the children, Harry continued to voice his confusion, “Where did Voldemort’s grandchild get two children from?”
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Percy was tired, “What are Voldemort’s plans?” The old man was persistent, Percy would give him that.
“Like I told you earlier, man, I don’t know who this Voldemort is, nor what his fucking plans are.”
“I will ask you once again Perseus, what are Voldemort’s plans?”
“Fucking hell,” Percy exclaimed, “and I will tell you again, my name is Percy, and I have no idea who Voldemort is.”
The old man turned to his accomplices inviting their opinions.
“Maybe the Veritaserum was made incorrectly?” The short guy suggested.
“Perhaps so,” The old man murmured lightly, “Though I have never seen Severus fail such a simple potion.”
The second man, Remus, chimed into the conversation, “Maybe he just doesn’t know who... You Know Who is?”
This received a laugh that lacked humour from the shorter man. “I doubt there is a wizard in this world who hasn’t heard of Voldemort after everything that has happened. Even in America people must be aware… and if this bloke is his grandkid, he especially ought to.”
“Perhaps…” The old man murmured.
“How about we ask him a few different questions? To ensure that the potion is effective.” Remus suggested.
The old man nodded, still presumably caught in his thoughts.
Shit. Percy thought.
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Nico di Angelo has always been good at keeping secrets.
This fact is significant.
His abilities along with trustworthiness are just some of the reasons he was allocated the job of beginning the connection between Camp Jupiter, and Half-blood. For these same reasons he was given the title the Ambassador of Pluto at Camp Jupiter, and it is for this reason that he is known as the Ghost King in the Greco-Roman world.
It is also important to note that when Nico di Angelo goes on a mission for his father, he commits his entire soul to it. Telling nobody. No matter the circumstance.
At the end of the battle of Manhattan, when Nico disappeared in the wake of their victory after the subsequent new prophecy was spoken, his father found him. The King of the Underworld requested the young boy to go on a mission to gain the trust of an elderly man from a world, at the time, Nico could only dream of existing.
And so, Nico did.
No questions asked.
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Remus approached Percy, appearing to have an urging question on his tongue. “The children you were with? Who are they?”
Unlike the previous questions, his body reacted strangely. Tongue moving before his brain could even comprehend the question, “Jack and Aurelia.”
Remus nodded, “And your relationship with them?”
“I’m their father.”
“Mhm,” Remus nodded, “and may I ask? Their mother?”
Though the sentiment was nice, it wasn’t as if Percy could choose not to answer the question, “She is dead.”
“Did you kill her?” The short man interrupted and was promptly smacked by Remus.
“No. Of course I didn’t. What the fuck you dickhead.”
“Sirius!” Remus reprimanded, “What is the matter with you?”
“Sorry,” The man, Sirius, apologised, though didn’t appear to feel the slightest remorse towards Percy.
“And your grandfather? Did he kill her?” The old man questioned, tuning into the conversation, or perhaps he was always listening.
“No? He-“ Percy stammered, tongue trying not to betray mind, “ He tried.”
He hadn’t meant to say that. He assumed that a ‘no’ would have been a sufficient answer to the question, so why had the potion continued to speak for him?
The old man smiled. “So, you do know Voldemort?”
“No. Dude I’ve told you before I do not know who this Voldemort is. My grandparents are dead.”
“No matter what you have heard, Voldemort is still alive, Perseus.”
“That doesn’t mean anything to me. I don’t know who that is.”
“Then who tried to kill your girlfriend?”
“Luke.” His tongue decided to spare his secret. “Luke did.”
“And who is this, Luke?” Sirius questioned.
“Luke- ah Luke Castellan” The potion spoke.
“Where is he now?”
“Dead.”
There was quite an awkward silence after that. The two accomplices of the old guy obviously not knowing what to ask next, and the old man lost in his thoughts. Percy liked the silence. Silence meant that he wasn’t being bombarded with question that his tongue was forced to comply with, it meant he wasn’t spilling his guts out over the dark floor.
The old man broke the beautiful silence.
“Nico di Angelo?” He questioned, and Percy sucked in a deep breath at the words, “Do you know Nico di Angelo?”
What.
Percy’s mind and stomach simultaneously twisted into their own individual knots. How did this old man know Nico? Did they kidnap him as well? Why was Nico roped into this? He was only a kid. Percy’s mind panicked yet his tongue held steady with the assistance of the potion, “Yes.”
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Warmth. Though it directly contradicted the image most people had for him Nico loved warmth, specifically Will’s warmth. The son of the sun god, his boyfriend, ran warm. Nico loved this about him.
That morning he awoke suddenly, warmth engulfed his body as Will was curled up against him, yet a familiar chill ran spine. His father was calling.
Nico must answer.
The son of Hades struggled to leave his boyfriends arms, be it because he didn’t want to wake him, or he didn’t want to leave, he struggled. Nico slumped over to the nearest shadow which beckoned him forward, pulling him in. Leaving Will alone.
A familiar bitter chill filled his body as he shadow travelled.
Hazy red fog clouded his vision, greeting his arrival to the Underworld. His father’s throne room had not changed since he had been there last.
“Father.” He greeted; voice croaky.
“Son,” He acknowledged. “I have another mission.”
Nico had expected this, missions were the only reason Lord Hades would contact him, “Yes father.”
“A year ago, I had you gain the trust of a wizard named Dumbledore.” Hades was not one to dawdle or make small talk, he cut to the chase only pausing so Nico could nod in response. “A wizard who has given himself the title, Voldemort has been running rampant the past thirty years, he has cheated death through the use of horcruxes and I cannot let it slide any longer.” Nico wondered how the man had gone unnoticed by his father and the other death deities. “You need to use the allegiance you have with Dumbledore to gain access to the magical school he is headmaster of along with the secret society that he has founded, the Order of the Phoenix.”
Nico nodded, “Yes Father.”
“Hecate or I will contact you later with more detail along with blessing you with a temporary magic, so your cover is not breached. But for now, you must leave soon and make your way to 12 Grimmauld place, in London.”
Nico was not unused to Hades abrupt missions, though he was quite bitter at the timing.
He shadow travelled back to the Hades cabin, just in time for Will to have woken up. Shit.
“Hey, grave robber,” Will greeted him, voice scratchy “Where’d you go?” he asked mid yawn.
Nico sat down on the bed next to him, “My Father called me.” The boy hesitated, “Sorry, he… he asked- he told me that I have to go on another mission.”
The slight smile that Will typically dawned when talking to Nico dropped, “Oh.”
“I’m not sure how long it will be, I know it’s a really bad time-“
Will cut off Nico’s anxious rambling, leaning forward and kissing him, “It’s okay love.”
“You need to brush your teeth.” Nico murmured, not actually upset.
“You do too,” Will smiled, “Now this mission? Quest?”
“I have to go to London and attend a school.”
“And?” Will always knew when he withheld information from him.
“Well-“ It would go against all that Nico had done in the past to tell him about the mission, but also he didn’t really care too much. This was William Solace, he wouldn’t drop the subject until Nico had told him everything…and admittedly, Nico didn’t like hiding things from him. He loved him.
And so, he told him everything.