Harry POV

I was getting really excited. In just two days time I would be able to take my apparition test. Currently I was sitting in bed, looking out at the moon, because as many changes I've had in my life, the moon was always a constant companion. With that final thought my eyes shut, and darkness overtook me.

I had one of the strangest dreams in my life, being in the point of view of a muscular looking 15-16 year old sword fighting with a blond haired male that looked about 20-22. The blonde boy had a white scar running down his face. He also had eyes that looked like molten gold. Then without warning the molten gold changed to a bright blue, and the boy gasped.

"He's changing. Help. He's . . . he's almost ready. He won't need my body anymore. Please-"

"NO!" Another voice bellowed from the same body. The eyes changed back to the molten gold, and he looked around for his sword, but it was in the hearth, glowing among the coals.

He stumbled toward it. The boy tried to stop him, but he pushed him out of the way with such force that he landed next to a blonde girl with grey eyes and cracked his head on the base of a giant throne."The knife, Percy," The girl muttered. Ah, so in this dream my name is Percy. Her breath was shallow. "Hero . . . cursed blade . . ."Huh? What is a cursed blade, and whose knife is it? And, what about a hero?

The blonde boy turned and collapsed, clutching his ruined hands. "Please, Percy . . ."

I struggled to my feet. I moved toward him with the knife. I should kill him. That was the plan.

The boy seemed to know what I was thinking. He moistened his lips. "You can't . . . can't do it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can . . . can keep him controlled."

"Please," Luke groaned. "No time."

The line from the great prophecy echoed in my head: A hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap. My whole world tipped upside down, and I gave the knife to Luke.

Grover yelped. "Percy? Are you . . . um . . ." Crazy. Insane. Off my rocker. Probably.
But I watched as the boy grasped the hilt.
I stood before him-defenseless.

He unlatched the side straps of his armor, exposing a small bit of his skin just under his left arm, a place that would be very hard to hit. With difficulty, he stabbed himself.

It wasn't a deep cut, but the boy howled. His eyes glowed like lava. The throne room shook, throwing me off my feet. An aura of energy surrounded the boy, growing brighter and brighter. I shut my eyes and felt a force like a nuclear explosion blister my skin and crack my lips.

It was silent for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the boy sprawled at the hearth. On the floor around him was a blackened circle of ash. The hearth, now glowed like a blacksmith's furnace.

The boy's left side was bloody. His eyes were open-blue eyes, the way they used to be. His breath was a deep rattle.

"Good . . . blade," he croaked.

I knelt next to him. Annabeth limped over with Grover's support. They both had tears in their eyes.

The boy gazed at Annabeth. "You knew. I almost killed you, but you knew . . ."

"Shhh." Her voice trembled. "You were a hero at the end, Luke. You'll go to Elysium."

Ah, so this boys name was Luke..

He shook his head weakly. "Think . . . rebirth. Try for three times. Isles of the Blest."

Annabeth sniffled. "You always pushed yourself too hard." He held up his charred hand. Annabeth touched his fingertips.

"Did you . . ." Luke coughed and his lips glistened red. "Did you love me?"

Annabeth wiped her tears away. "There was a time I thought . . . well, I thought . . ." She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

"You were like a brother to me, Luke," she said softly. "But I didn't love you."

He nodded, as if he'd expected it. He winced in pain. "We can get ambrosia," Grover said. "We can-"

"Grover," Luke gulped. "You're the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There's no healing. . . ." Another cough.

He gripped my sleeve, and I could feel the heat of his skin like a fire. "Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it . . . Don't let it happen again."

His eyes were angry, but pleading too. "I won't," I said. "I promise."
Luke nodded, and his hand went slack.

Tall people- at least ten feet tall- arrived a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room as if expecting a battle. What they found were Annabeth, Grover, and me standing over the body of a broken half-blood, in the dim warm light of the hearth.

"Percy," my father called, awe in his voice. "What . . . what is this?" I turned and faced the giant people.

"We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes."

With that I came back to the real world, and woke up gasping for breath. That dream seemed so real and vivid, It was kind of hard to convince myself that it wasn't real. The dream left me with so many questions. Who's Percy, Luke, and the giant people? What's Elysium, Isles of the Blest? So many questions zoomed through my head.

Looking out of the window, I realized that it was early morning, so I leaned over to grab my glasses. I found them, sitting on a roll of parchment. I picked up the roll and read it silently.

Mr. H. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that we have an open appointment today, so as soon as you wake up, come down to the ministry for your test on apparition.

Minister of Magic,

Cornelius Fudge

With that I quickly showered and put my robes on, and headed over to the office. As soon as I got there I was showed to the office, where I took a written test, after checking it, Fudge nodded in approval.

"Now for the physical test, Mr. Potter. You want to imagine where you are going then act like you are walking towards it"

And so, I started to imagine the lobby, I started walking to it, but before I could reach it, a lake and the boy from the dream appeared in front of it, and so I walked into it, and immediately I knew something was wrong.

For one when I looked down I was in The Boy From The Dream's body, and second I was kissing the blonde girl from the dream. I pulled back immediately, and the girl's eyes snapped open, then she looked at me with fearful eyes.

"Im sorry Seaweed Brain, I shouldn't have done-" before she could finish, an immense pain overtook my head and I could distinctly hear her yelling 'Percy', but I couldn't do anything, and finally, I passed out, letting the darkness ease the pain.

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