This is part two to the other Golden Trio and big three chapter, so read it before this! And warning, I have not watched or read Harry Potter before.

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"This is your school - Hogwarts?"

The question was asked by the daughter of Zeus, Thalia. Ron nodded, making an unintelligible sound in response.

Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, had one hand clasped tightly around a ball point pen, his gaze uneasy. Nico di something, the apparent son of Hades swung his Stygian iron sword in one hand, you could still see past his act of playing a calm and reckless person. Though it was hard to see what he really was feeling.

The sound of yelling, the clash of spells, and sounds of the unfamiliar Dementors brought me out of my thoughts.

"Blimey, we have to hurry!" Ron yelled as he started into a sprint. While Hermione, Ron, and I struggled to sprint from the front gate to the back courtyard of the school, the three demigods did it without breaking a sweat. They must do a lot of physical exercise.

As we entered the school, I felt a wave of dread falling over me. The place has never felt more depressing. Battles were still active even inside of Hogwarts. Ron raced to George and Fred, helping them fend of a large group of Dementors.

"Gods this is bad." Percy muttered, holding a sword in his hand. I didn't know where it came from, though. Thalia hummed in reluctant approval, a spear materialising in her hand. A shield with an ugly face in the other.

"Ya' think, Kelp Head?"

Nico walked forwards to a Dementor, swinging his sword upwards through the wizard hybrid with ease. It was different to how the others died, however. While the others bursted into a cloud of gold dust or just collapsed on the floor, this one seemed to have practically been vacuumed into the demigod's weapon.

The son of Hades then commenced into battle, closely followed by Thalia and Percy. I ran after them, stopping to fight three Dementors who were advancing on a year one Gryffindor, who held a broken wand with an unconscious wizard in her arms.

I knew there must've been something I could do, but then I noticed Hermione staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows besides the Dementors. She aimed the wand at the window, and uttered a spell.

"Finestra."

It was like a movie, the glass shattered, making impact with the Dementors. I raised my wand as well, muttering a protection spell around the wizards.

Hermione and I shared a glance before running out into the courtyard, where no doubt, the battle was worse.

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I haven't expected it to all go so badly. The wizards and three demigods were handling themselves just fine. But in one moment of doubt, when I wondered what was the use of the demigods if they only fought with swords and had zero magical abilities, a Empousa, I believe that was its name, caught me off guard.

The monster lunged onto me from behind, pulling a thin metal chain over my neck, choking the life out of me. Unfortunately for me, I had thrown my wand into the ground at the impact. In the commotion, I didn't expect anyone to notice, but someone did.

I'd always imagined that I would not fear death, but now that it was upon me, I did. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Nico di Angelo stab his sword through two Empousai, pulling it out swiftly as he spun around to face me.

The demigod cursed as he got occupied by five other monsters, I writhed from under the monster, realising that if Nico was occupied, nobody was going to save me.

"Oh bloody hell Potter."

I tensed as my eyes were met with piercing grey ones. Draco Malfoy stood a few metres away from me, wand in hand, eyes dark. "Mal - Malfoy. . .Help." I gasped out, grabbing at my throat, to no avail.

Draco's expression contorted into one of annoyance. And I thought he was going to turn and leave when his feet shifted. "I'm going to regret doing this. . ." Draco muttered bitterly as he aimed his wand in my direction.

"Wingardium leviosa."

Malfoy flicked his wand, as I saw the chain fly to his hand. The Empousa shrieked, and I ducked my head down as Draco's wand changed directions, now aiming at the Empousa. "Confringo."

As the Empousa was blasted away, thanks to Draco, the wizard in question glanced at me briefly before running past me to a Dementor and Empousa duo dueling an injured Seamus Finnigan.

Ron ran over to me, handing me my wand. "Blimey Harry, did I just see Malfoy save you from that nasty thing?"

I blinked, only just realising what had happened. "I think he actually did." I said, touching the indent that the Empousa's chain left on me. I glanced up to meet Ron's eyes, only to see him staring at something behind me.

My gut told me not to turn around, but as they say, curiosity kills the cat. Or in other words, Voldemort might kill Harry Potter.

"Long time no see, Harry." Came Voldemort's voice, shrill and filled with distaste. I spun around on instinct, aiming my wand at the dark wizard, who's eyes gleamed with interest. It was impossible. He was meant to be dead.

"Now mind you, Potter, it is evident that Hogwarts will not survive this ordeal." Voldemort stated, and I had a feeling that what he said, was no lie.

I kept my wand aimed at him, Ron doing the same with his. But suddenly, the Dark Lord's gaze shifted, onto something behind me.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," I stilled, recognising the voice as Nico di Angelo's. How did he know Voldemort's birth name?

"It's certainly been a long time since we met, and these are most definitely not how I wished our reunion to be. . ." Nico voice trailed off, earning an angered growl from Voldemort, or Tom Riddle.

Not knowing what to do, Ron and I backed to behind di Angelo, wands still at the ready. I could still hear the sound that is of an active battle.

Voldemort aimed his wand at Nico, hand shaking with what I presume to be rage. "Let me guess, you expected me to be down in the Fields of Punishment, with you watching, you git?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused. Fields of Punishment?

Nico let out a sharp and humourless laugh at the retort. "That is what happens, when you choose to cheat death." The demigod glanced to beside Voldemort, smirking in amusement when he saw the spartoi standing at the ready besides the Dark Lord.

It confused me, why did the wizard choose a spartoi as his personal bodyguard? He could've chosen a Death Eater or even Bellatrix. So why an undead soldier?

"And on top of that, it seems splitting your soul has severed your memories, Tom." Nico commented, smirking.

Tom scowled, stepping closer towards Nico, the spartoi right behind him. "What are you talking about?"

Nico twisted his hand from behind his back, a smile on his face. The spartoi's face contorted into one of confusion. "It was a poor decision to use an undead warrior when faced with the son of the Dead."

At that moment, Voldemort let out a strangled gasp, and I could see the distinctive colour of blood seep through his robes, the anger leaving the wizard's eyes, replaced by surprise. Behind Voldemort, I could see the spartoi holding its weapon right through its master's chest.

Nico smiled, waving his hand at Voldemort as he stepped away from the body.

"It's a pity, really. That Percy and Thalia had just killed Nagini. I'll see you later Riddle."