It was a dark, stormy night. Harry was walking in the woods with mist chilling him to the bones, even in his sleep. The fog swirled around his body and obscured the surrounding territory. The only thing the wizard could make out was the black shapes of trees in front of him.
Dreams like this had become quite common after the tri-wizard tournament, and the death of his godfather. Times when he was in complete darkness, unable to know where he was, and unable to find the light. It most likely had to do with his new-found knowledge that his destiny was intertwined with that of Voldemort. One way or another, someone would die in the end.
Harry resumed moving around in the surreal forest. He took small steps to prevent tripping, and to survey his trapped world. Visions could turn into nightmares at any second. He wanted to be prepared.
Suddenly, the black haired wizard sensed a presence behind him. He spun around to be greeted with... nothing. He frowned and took a step in the direction he was facing, still tense. Finally he relaxed as the feeling in his chest disappeared.
"Harry James Potter. How nice is it to finally meet you."
A deep, undescribable voice spoke directly into his mind. The power in it was overpowering and crippling to any kind of magic. Harry froze, his eyes widening in shock and terror. The sound was so familiar yet so grave that he was unable to formulate a proper response for a few seconds.
"Wh-who are you? What do you want?"
The Boy Who Lived was surprised at how his body stopped trembling after asking the questions. It was as if some of the pressure had been lifted off of his chest. Instead, he gazed straight ahead firmly, where shadows seemed to be gathering and almost taking the shape of a man. An immortal in human form.
"I do not hand out information lightly, boy. But for you, I will make an exeption because your future is very important."
Harry could tell that the unseen being was annoyed at haveing to give out any kind of explanation. It was never good to have darkness holding a personal grudge. He also was worried about the second part of the statement: his future. Sometimes, the Hogwarts student wished he was less vital in the wizarding wars.
"My name is Chaos. I am the creator of the universe, and I will be it's destroyer. I am here to deliver a prophecy."
The teenage wizard processed the information slowly. Chaos, the maker of the world, was visiting him in a dream. He was going to receive a prophecy. Was this actually happening? The immortal being interrupted Harry's thoughts as the voice resonated through his body.
"Now listen closely, for I will not repeat myself twice:
There will come a green eyed knight,
Against the darkness he will fight,
No memory from a distant past,
His power is strong but will not last.
When you wake up, immediately write this down so you do not forget. Then go tell your headmaster. I will be waiting."
With those ominous last words the night seemed to break into dawn. Harry could not sense any presence other than his own. The primordial was gone.
He could feel his body twitching to awareness. Slowly, the gryfindor opened his eyes in the real world. He was laying on his bed in the 6th year rooms.
It took him a few seconds to realize what had just occurred. This vision he had was not the product of some new dish he had tried for dinner. He had been visited by a powerful being that knew of the future. He now has a message to deliver.
Harry stood on shaking legs and grabbed one of his black robes. He threw it over his nightclothes before silently sneaking out of the dorms. Chaos had told him to tell Dumbledore right away. This was what he had to do.
Thousands of miles away, struggling through the pits of Tartarus, were two friends. A girl with long, matted blond hair and a boy with wounds covering his entire body. They stubbled along holding on to each other.
They had a plan. Percy knew he needed to save Annabeth, to get them out of this hell. They would need to get to the Doors of Death to escape.
The truth was one of them would die. It was going to be him, he would stay behind and seal the doors. If they ever reached them, of course. Armys of monsters still stood between him and the outside world. A light gasp startled him out of his thoughts as the daughter of Athena hugged herself closer to him.
"Percy!"
He followed he gaze and froze in horror. In front of them, less an a hundred paces away, was a monster. No, it had to be a Titan. And a not very friendly one, if the evil glint in his eyes gave a clue.
"Annabeth, stay here. I'll handle this."
She reached a hand out towards him in protest. "No, you're injured."
However, he was already out of earshot. She felt tears come to her eyes as he rushed into battle. "Seaweed brain...don't you dare leave me."
Percy drew his sword from its sheath. He had found the blade somewhere in their travels that was made of Stygian iron. It was the only type of weapon that was suitable for using in the underworld.
With an exhausted shout, he sprinted forwards at his opponent. The titan was not a familiar face and the male demigod hoped that he was not extremely powerful. The son of Poseidon knew he would not be able to last in an extended battle.
As he swung his sword, the immortal simply stepped away from him and evaded the attacks. Percy ground his teeth and started to move fast in an attempt to hit the titan. However, he also became more careless.
The thousand years older being saw this and immediately took advantage of it. With one swift move he sidestepped Percy's attacks and knocked the demigod off his feet. He proceeded the pin down the the dark haired boy, and put his hands around his neck.
Percy struggled and pushed away from the titan, but was not strong enough. His vision started to blur as the air to his windpipe was cut off. Was this the end?
The hero of Olympus closed his eyes and prepared to open them again as a soul, waiting for Charon's boat. He silently prayed that Annabeth would be all right, even if it fell on deaf ears.
Well, maybe it didn't. Because right before he was about to black out, the pressure around his neck stopped. Percy opened his eyes and expected to see a large monster standing above him. Instead, he was alone in a white room with two doors. One was painted all black, while the other had a triangular symbol on it.
He dark haired boy furrowed his eyebrows. What was happening?
"Hello?" he called out uncertainly, not really expecting a response.
A deep chuckle made him flinch in surprise. "Hello Perseus Jackson. You must be very confused right now."
He did not protest the statement. It was true, after all. He should be dead right now. "What is happening? Where am I?"
"That does not matter, my young mortal." The voice continued in a slightly annoyed voice, "I am here because the fates have informed me that you have two options. One, you can die, simple and easy."
Percy winced. "And the other choice?"
"It would be much more challenging. You will live, but not in this world. If you choose this path, your female companion will be sent back to the surface of the earth. You will never return to her, or any other friends you have made." Now, the voice almost sounded amused, "Choose wisely."
He blinked. This was definitely not what he had expected, though it was not unwanted. He only had one true option. And if it meant loosing his memories and never seeing Grover or Chiron again, so be it.
"I want Annabeth to be free. Send me to this alternate universe of yours, whoever you are."
A rumbling sound filled the enclosed space. "Very well. Take the door on your right. And for future reference, my name is Chaos, the creator."
Percy choked in surprise and looked up to ask another question. This was the real Chaos? However, a gust of wind blasted him towards the portal before he could say anything. His thoughts would be left unanswered because, at that moment, a white light flashed and blinded him as he tumbled onto... a marble floor.
The teenage boy groaned and rolled over on his back. Strange faces stared down at him, invading his personal space. That was before footsteps were heard and the young kids started to shift away from him.
"Give the boy some room," an older male voice commanded. Soon his face came into view.
The man had a long white beard and wrinkles on his face. He also was wearing an odd blue robe and cap. He towered above Percy and pursed his lips.
"Now, my son, who are you? And how did you get into my school?"
The confused demigod, who now possessed magical powers, was about to answer before-
"Wait! Look at his eyes!"
After the exclamation, everyone turned to stare at him. Most looked confused, and others amused. But near the back a gasp was heard from a dark haired boy with a scar.
They're green.
A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson/Harry Potter crossover. I hope everyone likes it. Please review!