Explanations part two
Dumbledore had gotten a letter with an omega seal. It said that is was from Olympus, more specifically: Hecate, Greek goddess of magic. There were rumors that she’d given the wizards and witches their magical prowess, but it was just a story. A fairytale told to children.
But the letter was real. The words in it were real. It was all real.
Dear headmaster of Hogwarts,
This is to inform you to go to Grimmauld Place. You are required to hear the information from the children of the gods.
From Hecate, Olympus.
The letter had to be true. No one knew about Grimmauld Place except the Order of the Phoenix and their children. Dumbledore floo powdered to the hideout. He was greeted with all the transfer students in the dining room along with Harry, Hermione, Sirius and the Weasleys. Transfer students = children of the gods. No other way to explain them being there.
“Why, hello professor,” said Mrs. Weasley. “I’ve already informed the rest of the Order. They’ll be here shortly.”
The demigods were pretty awkward, most of them (the ones without ADHD) just sat at the table and talked with the kids, trying to steer the conversation away from the prophecy. Leo fidgeted with some metal parts. Will pulled Nico away from skulking in the corner so he skulked at the table.
Annabeth, Percy and Thalia were whisper-shouting-arguing in Ancient Greek. None of them were good at whispering but it didn’t matter. The few who could understand the discussion, which was supposed to be about how to break the news to Harry but had turned into various insults about seaweed and pine cones with Annabeth wanting to die in between them, had to stop themselves from laughing. Ultimately, they didn’t settle on anything.
Later, once all the members of the Order who were currently in the country had apparatted of floo powdered in, the demigods explained everything. Everything but the prophecy, that would have to wait. Hecate had requested they explain the camps, gods, quests and why they were there.
“But you’re just children!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed after they’d finished explaining. “Aren’t there adults to do these things? Why have you been sent instead of them?”
“No,” said Percy. “Most half-bloods die before they have the chance to grow up. It’s a miracle for us to even finish high school.” He gestured to the rest of his friends. “Another reason we were sent specifically is because the gods love making our lives difficult. We’ve done enough dangerous stuff to fill several books.”
“How old are you all?” Lupin asked.
The ages ranged from 13 to 17. (Nico and Hazel decided not to mention being from a different time, that would be too difficult to explain)
“Do you do dangerous things on the regular?”
“More or less,” said Thalia. “There were three wars in the past three years. First was against the titans, show of hands who was there.” The Greeks, minus Piper and Leo, plus Jason and Reyna, raised their hands. “Second was Gaea and almost a demigod civil war.” Everyone but Thalia raised their hands. “Last was against three supposed-to-be-dead Roman emperors.” This time Annabeth didn’t raise her hand.
The wizards stared in horror. These children had fought two or three wars each. Most of the wizards in the room hadn’t even fought one.
“Anyway,” said Annabeth, breaking the silence. “We’re here because Hecate came down and informed us that it had come to her attention that a dark wizard called Voldemort was growing in power here. Then Rachel, our oracle friend, spoke a prophecy which sealed the deal. We came here to create an alliance with you to help in the second wizarding world war.”
“I don’t get it,” said Sirius. “Why can’t the gods just, I don’t know, kill you-know-who?”
“They can’t come here,” said Jason. “America is their current domain.”
“Then why are they so interested in wizard bad guys?” Harry asked.
“Most of them aren’t, just Hecate, obviously, and Hades,” said Nico. “He’s mad Voldemort keeps escaping death.”
“What do you mean escaping death?”
Hermione looked at Harry, “He keeps coming back, right? He’s somehow not dying. Escaping death.”
Hazel looked at her, surprised. “Exactly.”
“Do you know what the ‘somehow’ is?” Ron asked.
Hazel shook her head. “We were told to ask you about it. How can a wizard become immortal?”
“The philosopher’s stone but that was destroyed years ago,” said Hermione.
Dumbledore was deep in thought. “The Deathly Hallows,” he said, seriously.
Nico then proceeded to double over in laughter, the wizards stared at him in shock. They were not at all used to someone laughing at Dumbledore of all people.
Once Nico was done choking he said, “You think those make you immortal? (Two finger quotation mark thingy) ‘Master of Death’ just means you can kill people and bring people back and hide. Sure, the story’s true and all, but the first two brothers brought the deaths upon themselves.”
Harry was perplexed. “What are the deathly hallows?” he whispered to Hermione and Ron.
Surprisingly, Hermione said she didn’t know.
Ron, however, said “It’s a fairytale, three brothers supposedly meet death and get stuff. First guy got a very powerful wand then he boasted about it so he was killed. Second one got a stone to bring people back from the dead but that didn’t work out so he ended up killing himself. Third got an invisibility cloak and hid from death so he just died peacefully. Got it?”
“Got it.”
Nico explained that Thanatos had nothing to do with the deaths. He just gave them what they wanted and the first was stupid, the second’s death was really just Cupid being an asshole and the third died of old age.
Anyway, they explained they’d help them in the inevitable war and blah blah blah. The half-bloods shadow-traveled back to Hogwarts so no one would be suspicious but Molly made them promise to come back during the winter break.