Okay, hi! Laugh.Live.Love.Dogs here with another story! Okay, quick note: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON. They are owned by J.K.Rowling and Rick Riordan. Hope you guys will enjoy!
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Harry
Harry was walking through the woods-he was so mad at Ron!
Ron had left, and Hermione had thought it was all because of the stupid Horcrux.
Harry kicked the branches aside, fuming.
He was barely aware where he was walking. He assumed it had already been ten minutes.
"Stupid Ron." He muttered under his breath. It was Ron's problem, not his. If Ron had actually tried cooking and getting the ingredients and participating he would have understood.
Harry suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and gazed down at an endless pit, which seemed to be filled with darkness.
He looked around and saw jagged rocks, and was taken aback as A Boat?! was flying in mid-air.
Harry grabbed his wand and retreated slowly into the shadows as a blonde boy flew down and began searching frantically, looking at the pit.
About thirty minutes later, the flying boat left. Harry slowly approached the pit.
He had a feeling one of Voldemort's Horcruxes were in there, radiating darkness.
"Gotta tell Hermione..." Harry muttered as he prepared to apparate back to the tent.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry felt a strong push behind him, and he began falling into the depths of the endless black pit.