Hello to you all! . is back! I'm still very busy, but I tried my best to find time for FanFiction, and here is the result!

Thank you to the ones who followed this story while I was gone. Also, thank you ALL for waiting so patiently AND following this! It has encouraged me to keep going :)

Enjoy!

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Percy opened his eyes, and realised his bedsheets were drenched in cold sweat. He glanced around and saw it was still night, and that everyone was still sleeping. He stared at the ceiling for a while before closing his eyes, pondering his dream.

Who was that woman? And what had Annabeth said? What did it mean?

Percy turned over, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

Percy was fighting.

He slashed through weird looking creatures, monsters, and they disappeared in yellow, icky dust with each blow through his bronze, slightly glowing sword. There were too many, but he kept on fighting.

He suddenly heard a petrified, agonizing scream behind him, and he whipped around. Dark red was splattered on the ground as a teenage girl with curly, messy honey blonde hair clutched her stomach. Annabeth. A boy with dark hair stood above her, his sword, which was splattered in blood, raised, as if he had just struck her. His face remained expressionless but his eyes showed fear, shock, and terror.

Percy felt fury, rage, and terror creep up his throat as he watched Annabeth stagger, her face scrunched up in pain, and her dagger on the ground.

She had taken that blow for him, judging by how the sword was positioned in the dark haired boy's hand.

And because of that, she was dying.

The scene shifted.

Percy's arm was on fire.

Not literally, but he felt like it was on fire, like it was ripping apart. He had grabbed something from above and had his other hand had grabbed Annabeth's arm as she dangled, helplessly. Right below her there was a dark, black pit, where he could literally smell fear, evil, and blood.

Annabeth's honey blonde hair was messy, ragged, and dirty. It was covered in spiderwebs, dust and dried blood. Her legs and arms were the same, except one of her legs had a thin rope of web secured to it, going all the way down the pit.

'Let go, Percy,' Annabeth's whispered, faint, but Percy heard her. Her usual stormy grey eyes were bright and Percy could swear he saw a tear roll down her dirty cheek and fall down into the dark abyss below. 'Let go. It's fine, let go….'

But Percy refused.

He felt his arm straining as the web on Annabeth's leg tightened, and the thing he was gripping, a ledge, maybe? Began to bend and turn slippery. 'I won't,' Percy heard himself saying. 'I can't….'

Annabeth gazed at him with her stormy gray eyes. 'Let go….'

"Percy, Percy, wake up!"

Percy heard a faint, familiar voice from somewhere above but he refused to let go of Annabeth. Percy shook his head. "I won't let go…."

"Percy, wake UP!"

Percy opened his eyes to find several white faces staring back at him. "What?" He said, looking around, and realizing he was in the Gryffindor Dormitory for First Years. He blinked to adjust to the bright light and made out Harry, Ron, Neville, and two boys he was pretty sure was named Dean Thomas and Seamus something.

"Hey?" He said, uncertainly. It was then he realised he was shaking slightly, and his bedsheets were, once more, drenched in cold sweat. What was more, his blanket was on the floor, as if he had thrown it there while he was sleeping.

"Hey?" Harry said, gritting his teeth. "That's all you can come up with after that? Hey?"

"After what?" Percy asked, even though he thought he knew the answer.

"Mate, you were shaking all over and sweating," Ron said, frowning, a slight crease between his eyebrows. "You were also muttering about something, Annibath? A-Aabaneth?"

'Annabeth' Percy thought, and his dream, or vision or whatever that was, came flooding back to him. Percy still thought he shouldn't tell anyone about them.

"You should go to the Hospital Wing!" Neville cried.

"No, no, I'm fine," Percy said, managing a small smile. "Just a... nightmare."

"Really?" Harry asked, his brow furrowed. "You sure you okay, Perce?"

"Yes, I'm sure I'm okay. I - umm, I just need some fresh air, okay?"

In truth, Percy just needs time and space to think about his dreams.

He had often dreamed about Annabeth, of course, but it usually was Annabeth standing next to him, holding hands with him in front of a beach or something. Never, had his dreams been like this. Also, it was a first to dream about the brown-haired woman holding his 'older' photo.

Harry gave Percy his I-think-you're-my-responsibility-are-you-sure-you're-not-lying look.

"Harry, I'm still older than you by a few months," Percy joked, "It should be me, worrying about you."

"What?" The boy, Seamus something, said. "How come your birthdays are different if you're twins?"

"That's a good question, actually," Harry said, his emerald green eyes wide and his brow furrowed. "Percy, how come we're not born on the same day?"

"I - I actually don't know," Percy said, and he meant it. He had never wondered why their birthdays were different even though they were twins. "Come to think about it, that's weird. I mean, even if we weren't twins, a few months wouldn't be enough to have another baby, right?"

"Yeah," Ron piped up, having lots and lots of siblings. "Fred and George are the only twins in my family, and they're born on the same day."

"Weird…."

Percy suddenly realised they were getting off-task. "Hey, I really need some fresh air okay? See you in the Great Hall." And he changed as fast as he could, pocketed his ball - point pen, a habit, and without even checking his hair dashed off.

The twin birthday thing was weird, but a bigger thing was nagging the back of his mind.

Panting and sweating, Percy arrived at the lake. He sat down next to a tree and gazed into its depths, and something about it made him think clearer, and calmer. He let out a big breath he had been holding.

His first dream had been kind of misty. What had Annabeth said - stay where you are? And what in Merlin's Undergarments were Iris Messaging? Was she trying to find him? Where was she? And why?

And who was that wavy brown haired woman? She seemed very familiar, but she didn't ring a bell. And how did she know him? She had had a photo of himself, and she seemed to have terribly missed him, judging by her hysterical state.

And…. where had he been fighting, and why? Also, when? Percy had no memory of Annabeth getting stabbed, and fighting with a sword with those, those…. creatures.

Also, what was that pit? Where, when, how why did it happen? He also had no memory of that, too. But Annabeth had looked as if the pit was a terrible, monstrous place as she had gripped Percy's hand.

Percy's head throbbed as he searched for the non-existent memories. He had no memory at all of all that happening, yet he was quite sure it was or, had been and actual memory of his.

Percy tapped his feet in frustration, as he had never managed to stay still for over five minutes.

The first two dreams seemed as if it wasn't a dream at all — as if it was some kind of vision, maybe. They felt real, as if they had actually happened at that time.

Percy had a lot of questions, and he knew they wouldn't be answered soon — maybe not forever. After all, they could all have just been a dream, and Annabeth could just have been a figment of Percy's imagination. But something in Percy's mind refused to believe that.

As Percy buried his head between his hands, his head throbbing painfully, he heard a voice above him. "Are you okay?" Percy looked up, brushing his hair from his eyes, and stared into dark, brown ones. It was Hermione Granger, from the train. Her bushy brown hair hung loosely over her shoulder.

"Huh?" Percy said, thinking about the woman in his dream, and how alike Hermione and the woman's eyes and hair were. "Umm, Yeah. I'm Fine."

Percy realised it was still quite dark, and the sun had barely risen. He had been too lost in thought to notice that he had woken early. "What are you doing out this early?"

Hermione shrugged. "Wanted to have a place to study early, so I came out. I didn't want to wake everyone."

"Oh. Wow," Percy had never been a fan of studying.

He just couldn't concentrate on those little, minuscule words that droned on and on about how the World War II has started, about famous people such as Lincoln, Einstein, Newton etc, and the Boston Tea Party blablabla.

In the wizarding world, they drone on and on about The Great and Mighty Albus Dumbledore! Or about the Evil and Dark You-Know-Who or about the discovery of a potion and blablabla. Or, about Harry.

He also couldn't read very well, so he had to take his pills, which did help, but only a little. The words just sorta jumbled up which made it near impossible to read properly. Or spell.

"What are you doing here, may I ask you as well?" Hermione's voice cut through Percy's thoughts of studying, words, books, blablabla stuff, and his pills, which he had unluckily, devastatingly, forgotten to bring.

"Umm…. just wanted some fresh air to think, I guess."

"Oh…. about what?" Hermione asked while gesturing to a space next to Percy. He nodded, and she sat down.

Hermione wasn't very close to Percy, and, anyways, he wasn't going to share his dreams, or Annabeth anytime to anyone soon. So he just lied.

"Umm…. about…. the subjects here and studying and homework."

"But why did you look so…. down?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"I… umm…. I…. I forgot my pills, so I don't think I can do any homework soon."

"And why is that?"

"Because I can't read or spell very well without them, for some reason. I don't know what's wrong because my Aunt and Uncle never brought us to a lot of check-ups. Me and Harry, I mean."

"Oh, well, I can help you!" Hermione said brightly.

"Really? Thanks," Percy said, a little less enthusiastically as he had meant to.

'Smooth, Percy. Real smooth,' He thought as Hermione began droning on and on about subjects, homework, stuff about them and all the blablabla stuff. This was his cue to zone out.

But as he walked back to the castle, he couldn't help but think about Annabeth, and how Hermione reminded about her. Wait, what? Percy tried to think why Hermione was similar to Annabeth but the answer wasn't there, and instead, a blank, white space.

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Okay, how was this long chapter? I think this was the longest I've written yet.

The Percy - Harry birthday mystery will be revealed in the last few chapters.

I know Percy was born after Harry, but there is a reason why the story says his birthday was before. It's all part of the plot! :)

Anyways, I'll try to update once my busy days are over. Thanks, all of you, for reading, following and enjoying! Seeya!

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