Harry PoV

"Look everyone, Daddy is home!" Mrs. Weasley cheered as she wheeled a battered, weary but nonetheless in a Christmas spirit Mr. Weasley. "To Harry, for his braveness!" Harry blushed as everyone cheered and raised their glasses to his honour. After everyone polished off their plates, Mrs. Weasley almost fainted at the mountain pile of presents Jack had, but added a couple more. Jack smirked, and told everyone to open their presents. Harry was confused to find himself with a small little golden packet. Inside was a little sprinkle of golden sand. "What is this?" he held it up to Jack. The other boy's grin widened. "Oh, that. I told my, um, uncle Sandy that you had some nightmares at night, and he whipped up some of his dreamsand, which repels nightmares," Jack clarified, his attention on a giant sparky snow globe his 'father' North had given him. "Yes! Finally he gives me a Portal!" he cheered.

"And what is this for?" Harry asked as he unwrapped a smooth jar like thing. Jack shrugged. "Don't ask me, North didn't send that I am sure-" he was cut off by Percy, who laughed. "Oh, that was a little gift from us. It is said that this is the legendary jar which Pandora opened, but Hope was still trapped inside that. They say it is a box, but it is actually a jar or something like that," he waved a hand dismissively. Harry looked at the jar apprehensively. "Wow. If this is the real thing…just wow. I don't doubt you, but how did you get this? Stole it from a museum?"

"We are demigods, remember? Pandora's box-ugh, do I have to call it Pandora's jar now?- is in our area of Greek, you know? As to how we obtained it…" he trailed off, and Harry sensed that it was a story Jason had not heard. "Long story. No time now," he cleared his throat uncomfortably. Eragon leaned back, his eyes clouded with disappointment, whilst the others had still been more focused on their gift load.

Their party dismissed around midnight, which was quite early by Weasley standards. Harry stayed with them until the Christmas break ended.

Percy PoV

"Hey, Wise Girl," Percy untangled himself from the blonde, the very blonde who was usually very dignified, and now reduced to a sobbing, wracking mess. "Percy," she whispered, looking up at him with her steel gray eyes now filled with emotion. "You will never abandon me, right?" "Of course," Percy replied, feeling puzzled. Annabeth's eyes suddenly filled with hatred, so much hate in them he stumbled back and instinctively uncapped Riptide. Annabeth straggled towards him, words filing and tumbling from her mouth. "But you left me alone? For eight months? I never stopped searching for you, and you.." she glared at Percy, whipping out a knife so quickly, yet Percy could not bring himself to hurt his loved in from of him. It was Annabeth who was supposed to be the one mature, the one who didn't get angry easily. "I…I lost my memory," he protested weakly. Annabeth's eyes, if possible, blazed even more. "And yet you leave me again! And this time, you had a choice!" she stared towards him, knife in hand, whirling. Percy could not hurt her, he allowed Annabeth to hit him instead. The pain stung him, but it was nothing compared to the wide, gaping hole he felt in his chest, how he failed Annabeth over and over again. Clang. His sword was disarmed, his arm was numb, and he was held at knife point, by no one other than Annabeth. "I love you, Annabeth, you know that," Percy reasoned, then kicked himself inwardly. When had he become so coward like, begging for his life? Annabeth hesitated, her eyes flickering, and Percy held hope, only for it to splutter out as Annabeth resolved her will, and before the knife lashed down and he slipped into eternal darkness, he heard Annabeth saying, "You promised to protect me, to never leave me. You did. You broke all your promises. "

And that hurt a lot worse than his wounds.

Percy forced opened his eyes when he heard some voices just within his earshot. "He's been like that for a time, mumbling someone named Annabeth, " a person who he recognised as Harry said. "I've tried to wake him, but…" he trailed off. "I am awake now," Percy forced himself off the bed, hair damp with perspiration. His knuckles were white from gripping the sheets too hard.

He swore he saw a shadow disappear when he got up, but he blamed it on his imagination. After all, he had imagined Annabeth killing him.

Harry, Jason and Nico were the ones awake and conversing. Jason threw a worried look at the sweating, pale faced boy. He looked as pale as Jack!

"Nightmares," Percy said tiredly, in a way of explaining. This time, a shadow shifted again, and Percy was sure he hadn't been imagining it this time. His instincts told him so, and his instincts were never wrong. He whirled around, pen in hand, though capped. He certainly didn't want to look like a lunatic over shadows, though. "What's wrong?" Harry looked confused, but Jason and Nico shared a look. They understood there was something going on. "I…did you see that shadow move just now?" The others shook their heads, though Harry still looked befuddled at why Percy was holding a normal looking ball point pen out defensively."It's nothing. Just some thing I, uh, imagined," Harry looked a bit more relieved, but Jason and Nico looked unconvinced. Percy waved it off. "I am fine. Now go back to sleep, we are gonna wake up the entire Gryffindor house," Sure enough, some were stirring in their sleep.

"Well, then excuse me," Harry yawned, and tucked into his bed, and Nico looked at Percy squarely in the face. "What did you dream about?" he asked quietly. Percy looked away. "Annabeth killing me," it came out as a whisper. He straightened. "But that didn't hurt. Her words did. She.." Percy's voice trembled. "She said I left her alone, alone to the world and I didn't care about her,"

He quickly changed the subject. "I just saw some shadows shifting around, but it is nothing to worry about. That is, if you are worrying about-" he stopped mid-sentence, realising he had been rambling. "Uh, goodnight then," he ended awkwardly, but he could hear them discussing when he dropped into a fitful slumber.

Author's note : IMPORTANT… I am not doing any more PoV's on Eragon or Jack, sorry bout that. Instead I will focus more on Harry. And just so you haven't notice, I haven't exactly followed the plot, or the timeline for that matter, so forgive me Harry Potter fans! Any requests, just review! I would like your opinions. I will be seeing, or rather, typing to you soon. Thanks so much!