"… His name will be remembered in infamy. Harry Potter," Albus Dumbledore ended his spiel. Annabeth put her arm around her sobbing best friend. Thalia had become close to her nephew in the past couple of months. It was not easy for her to watch him die.
"Everything'll be fine, Thalia," Nico, who sat on her other side, muttered to her. "If it's any comfort, he's been sent to Elysium."
Thalia sniffed. "Thanks, Nico. Have you talked to him?"
Nico shook his head as the demigods, Victor and Cedric helping to bridge the gap between the enemies, got up and left the hall. "I'm going to let him come to terms with his death- you, too, actually- before I'm going to talk to him. I've seen him, though. Dad used him as my first judgement."
"Meaning?" Ron Weasly stormed up to the group, Hermione, the Weasleys, and many Gryffindors in tow.
"Do we have to do this now, Ronald?" sighed Luna. "Look, this has been hard on all of us-"
"You lot barely knew him!" Seamus said.
Thalia snorted. "You'd be surprised how close you can get to a person in nine months."
She stormed away, leaving the seething Hogwarts students behind her.
"Hey," a soft voice called from the doorway. Everyone else, actually having made friends here, were off saying their goodbyes. I was alone, finishing the packing I had refused to do earlier. Turning, I saw Cedric, hair perfectly tossuled, shoulder pressed against the doorframe.
"Hey," I said. "Come on in."
He sat down on the edge of Annabeth's bed. "I told the others that you'd be in, but I figured I should talk to you about it before we leave for Camp Jupiter and New Rome."
"What did you sign me up for?" I looked over, gently tearing the Skillet poster I had put up away from the wall. "Styx," I swore as it tore.
Cedric chuckled. With a flick of his wrist, it was fixed. "And that's why I hope you'll agree."
"You still haven't told me what it is I'm agreeing to."
"Chiron and Lupa have agreed that some of us Romans should go to Camp Half Blood this summer."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. They'd send some Greeks to Camp Jupiter, but… Some of us don't like the Greeks at all. Don't know why, but they do," he shrugged.
"But that isn't all, is it?"
"Victor, Fleur, and I want to get rid of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Name. You want to go with us, right?" he blurted.
"Yeah. I'm in."
Good news: I know where I want to go in the first four chapters of the sequel.
Bad news: I don't know if Umbridge would put her foot down and say no to teaching at Hogwarts with some demigods, or go and try to discipline them. What do you think?
Bad news squared: This is the end for a while.
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