Disclaimer: If I was Rick Riordan, I wouldn't have killed off the adorable couple, Silena and Beckondorf. If I was J.K. Rowling, I wouldn't have killed off the adorable married couple, Lupin and Tonks.
CRYSTAL POV
The locket immediately morphed into a golden dagger. I gasped, taking it in - it was beautiful. The hilt was covered in swirly designs and fit into my hand perfectly. I realized that it had a button right where my thumb was.
"What's this for?"
"Press that, and it will only infect the victim with nightmares instead of death or injury."
Nightmares? That didn't sound bad. My father grinned,
"Don't think it's bad? Well, I'm the god of dreams. It can be horrible." He said, as if he read my thoughts.
"Your mother thought that you'll hurt yourself with it. That's why she told you not to open it until a something important, like a battle happened." He explained.
"So… Dad." I said, "You're Morpheus?"
He laughed. "That's me. Oh, gods. I can't stay any longer. Gotta go!"
Morpheus started to disappear.
"Wait! Dad! Why didn't you claim me!" I ask, desperately, for the second time.
"Because I sided with the wrong side…" He whispered sadly, and disappeared completely.
THALIA POV
I woke up early and went down to the Common Room. I was surprised to see I wasn't alone.
"Why are you up so early?" I ask Harry.
"Bad dream."
"Oh. Know lots 'bout those. It helps if you talk it out with someone." I say, eyeing him curiously. He kept on rubbing his scar. He just shrugged, and slumped back in his arm chair.
"Why are you rubbing that scar? Is it like a habit or something?"
"It just hurts." Harry said plainly.
"You know, I think that scar's cool." It looked like a lighting bolt, after all, and reminded me of my father.
"Why, because it's how I became famous? Are you trying to befriend me because I'm known as the Boy Who Lived!" He hissed, like a snake, apparently frustrated.
"Whoa, calm down! You're famous? Why? I just like it 'cuz it looks like a lighting bolt!"
"Oh," Harry said, bewildered at my comment. "You don't know?" He asked, suddenly looking relieved. "It's just that… it just bothers me how people want to know me because of my fame. You'll learn my story soon."
"I know what you're talking about." I said, thinking about how campers tried to befriend me just because my dad was Zeus.
"You do?"
"Yeah… let's just say that my dad's famous in the U.S."
"Whatcha guys talkin' 'bout?" grumbled a sleepy voice. I turned around to see Percy rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Why are you up so early, Seaweed Brain?" It was rare for him to be up
"Why are you up so early, Pinecone Face?" He replied mockingly.
"Merlin's Beard, you lot have weird nicknames." Harry laughed.
ANNABETH POV
"Oh my, did you see Loony's earring?" Snickered girls who were walking right past me.
It was true that Luna's earrings were strange looking, but that didn't give them any reason to talk behind her back.
"Hey, what did she do to you?" I asked the girls.
"You're that American, aren't you?" One of the girls said. She grimaced at the word "American" as if it was some kind of disease.
"Yes, is there something wrong with me being from America?"
"Oh, just stop it, Marietta." Said another girl, who avoided my gaze. She was Asian, with long black hair. She looked at the floor guiltily.
Ｉglared at Marietta, and stormed away to the Great Hall.
I smiled to see my friends eating breakfast. I walked over to the Griffindor table, where Percy and Thalia were sitting.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain! Thals!" I said, scooting next to Percy. I received some confused glances. Apparently, students from other Houses didn't come to sit here.
"Hey Wise Girl."
"Hi Annabeth!" My friends said, ignoring the other students' looks.
"How's Griffindor?" I ask, wondering how the other Houses differed from mine.
"Good, I guess." Answered Thalia. Percy was too busy examining his wand.
"Hey, when do we have the 'lesson' from Dumbledore?" Thalia asked, lowering her voice.
I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by owls.
"Mail's here." A girl sitting in front of with bushy hair explained when she saw our expressions. "If they don't use any owls, what do you use in America?" She asked suspiciously.
"Er…" Thankfully, I was stopped mid-sentence by an owl. It didn't have any mail, and it just looked at me.
Hello, Miss, I have a message for you! It said into my mind. Professor Dumbledore said that your lot's lesson will be right after dinner. He said to meet him right in front of his office! The owl hooted, obviously excited he was understood by me.
"Um, thanks for the info." I told it, and it flew away.
"You can talk to them?" The bushy girl was very suspicious now.
AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm very sorry about not updating! I was vacationing, became sick and school started, and I had to finish my science project, and I had to finish two research papers. It was a busy week :( I personally don't like this chapter, but I liked the idea of Annabeth being able to talk to owls because her mom.