Hello, little midgets! Today, we will be starting the war. No, seriously. We will. On this fine day, October 14th, we will. Though this will probably go up tomorrow.

Yeah, I'm stalling.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!
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Ron POV

We'd all gathered outside of Hogwarts, again. The whole layout was so familiar to me, it gave me chills in my spine. None of us had wanted to end up like this, ever. Yet we'd managed to do so three times.

This year, we had an even bigger army. All of us, demigods and wizards, were only stationed in Hogwarts.

I rubbed my nostril, the one in which my sword hilt had gotten stuck in. The aching in there occasionally came.

Hey, no laughing. It's a common mistake that people around the world make!

I craned my neck to look at the army. I saw . . . a lot of people that didn't go to Hogwarts. For example, Harry's parents (A/N Before all you people started yelling that they died, if you remember correctly, Hades was able to get them back from the Underworld since that was what Harry wished for. Continue!), Cho Chang, and all the demigods. Oh, and Bob and Damasen.

I wondered, Why had they come back? Sylvia had only wanted to destroy the people that had bullied her, aka Hogwarts. Not the people that had graduated. So why? Maybe . . . they liked Hogwarts and didn't want to see it destroyed. That has to be it! (A/N No kidding, Ron.)

I saw people fidgeting around. Probably the ADHD demigods that were probably waiting. Can't blame them.

Sure enough, an army of about two-thousand monsters came. The leucrota-dementors came marching toward us, some armed, some not.

Only one person was missing. Sylvia.

A voice boomed from the sky: "Hello, wizards and demigods. I am Sylvia Rutho. These are my monsters. I call them carnis-manducans felix acetabulis!"

She paused for dramatic effect, and Jason used that time to mutter, "Means 'flesh-eating happy suckers' in Latin."

Sylvia's voice continued, "I'll leave you to my army. Good bye!"

I was mad. She was just leaving us to fight her army, as if we weren't worth her time. That made me mad. Furious.

The flesh-eating happy suckers charged at us just as I raised my wand. Someone let out a battle cry, and I yelled, "Expecto Patronum!" I focused on the happiest memory I could find - when Hermione had agreed to be my girlfriend. A wispy jack russel terrier raced out of my wand and killed the nearest happy sucker. I unsheathed my sword and raced to the nearest one, which was on Reyna, a Roman praetor. I stabbed it in the back and I was quickly engaged in combat with another sucker. It swiped its claw at my head and I ducked. A claw tried to kick me, but I sliced it off. In instances like this, I wouldn't have enough time to use my wand.

The sucker howled in pain, and I used that oppurtunity to stab it in the sternum. I quickly took my sword out and ran off to kill more.

I quickly lost track of how many monsters I killed. I just know that the amount was a lot. By the end of the battle, I was drenched in water (the squid had decided to fight back, and Percy had made a hurricane) and I had a ton of cuts. I also ached like hell.

I looked around at one point. There were about two dead bodies I saw. I didn't have the time to identify them before I was engaged in battle again.

Then I heard yelling. Hermione. She was screaming in pain.

"Hermione!" I raced toward the area her voice was coming from. I found her lying on the ground with a spear piercing her calf, a sucker looming over her. A guttural scream came from my mouth, and I raised my sword to kill the monster. But just before my sword could touch it, an arrow pierced the sucker in the eye. At the same instant, a spear pierced it in the hip-area. I looked to my left to see Ginny with her bow in front of her, and a short outline of a figure running away. I raced to Hermione and drew the spear out.

"It' going to be okay," I told her, trying to lift her.

She coughed out, "I'm . . . I'm not that . . . that badly hurt. I've got ambrosia in my . . . jacket pocket." I looked in the pocket, and there was the little Ziploc bag, with the ambrosia squares. Ginny, who was next to me, got the bag out and fed her a square. The color started returning to Hermione's face.

"We've got to get you to Madam Pomfrey," I told her. "Can you apparate?"

Hermione gave me a weak smile. "Ron, I've told you so many times. You can't apparate or dissapparate while in the Hogwarts boundaries. You'll have to carry me."

I instantly bolted to the castle door. I ran through them, then remembered that Ginny was following me.

"Stay behind," I told her. "You have to fight." Ginny pursed her lips, but she ran off after nodding.

I quickly got Hermione to the Hospital Wing. "Madam Pomfrey," I called. "You have another patient!" I laid Hermione down on a hospital bed. A kid immediately rushed to her, giving her a glass of nectar. "She's already had a little ambrosia," I told the kid, who nodded and poured about a fourth of the nectar down a bottle that was on the bed stand.

Hermione started sipping the nectar, and the kid started pressing a cloth to her calf. I held her hand as I talked to her.

"What's it taste like?" I asked her.

She smiled at me. "Of course you'd want to know. It tastes like my father's vegetable spaghetti. It was the best."

I was confused. 'Why would you like something with vegetables?"

Hermione laughed lightly. "Of course, you wouldn't want any, Ron. Vegetables are good for you."

I smiled ruefully. She reached out to touch my face. "You're bleeding. You've got a cut along the side of your neck and a nosebleed."

I wiped the blood from my nosebleed away. "It's nothing. A spear pierced your calf. You should be worried about yourself."

"It's not nothing," Hermione chided, "Piper told me that Percy's nosebleed woke Gaea."

"Yeah, but this isn't such a situation." She winced, and I commanded her, "Focus on something. Drink your nectar."

"Ron," she told me, "I was telling Annabeth this two days ago. I know what to do."

At that moment, Ginny and Harry burst through the doors. "The battle's over," Harry announced. "But expect another one tomorrow."

"Oh, goodie," Hermione murmured. She went back to sipping her nectar. She drained the glass quickly. "You should go," she told me. I refused, but she insisted. "You should go to your tent." So I did. I lay in my sleeping bag, staring at the tent ceiling. I had seen seven dead bodies today. Tomorrow was sure to be worse.

So how many would die?

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So, how was that? Tomorrow will be better, though it will start out in the middle of the second battle.

-da dam author