Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, HOO, HP, or Tournament of power. I only own the story itself, not the backstory or characters.

A/N: due to some delays (many medical procedures, as well as school) there will not be an update for 25 reviews, (sorry about that) but there will still be bi/tri-daily updates. If i manage to get enough written, there might still be a (delayed) chapter for 25 reviews, but the writing has been slow lately. Also, yes, he is still dreaming. (to guest that I can't reply to)

PERCY

I woke up in a cold sweat, as I did almost every night nowadays. The dream with Luke scared more than it should have. I swung myself out of bed, and walked out of the Poseidon Cabin and headed to breakfast, which I hadn't missed today. As I entered the pavilion, something felt off, and no one seemed to notice me. I noticed that had been happening quite a lot lately. Something always felt off, and often no one seemed to realize that I was there, but other times everyone seemed to try to skirt away without offending me or they would try to come up to me and try to console me. I walked by the Hermes table without getting teased, the Ares table without being insulted, the Athena table without even a hello. I sat down, and looked over to where Annabeth used to sit. The seat was empty, no one sat taken the seat yet, they all respected Annabeth too much. The kids around there were talking and for some reason that bothered me. I stared at my food for a while, before looking back. The people were talking, but not to each other, they were talking to the empty seat. At first this didn't make any sense, but I thought about for it for a while. I came to the conclusion that Annabeth must have been there, nothing else made any sense. I thought about it for a while more, and it seemed that people only seemed to notice me when Annabeth would have been around. I thought about it for a while more, and finally came to a conclusion. As I did, my body slowly disappeared, proving the hard truth that I had come to.

I had died. In the attack, it was me who was killed by the giant's club, not Annabeth. When I looked down, I saw only a white outline of my self, with only a faint white tint where my body should have been. I looked like the ghosts I had seen in Charon's office. I wondered why I wasn't in the underworld, but what bothered me more was why Nico hadn't brought me there yet. I looked over to the new Hades table, and I saw sitting there, avoiding my eyes. So he can see me. I thought. I went over to the Hermes table and tried to tap Travis, but my hand went straight through him.

I realized that what I thought happened to me must actually have happened to Annabeth. I thought about Drew, and wondered who that really was. When I got the sad looks at the campfire, it wasn't me who was getting the sad looks, it was the seat next to me, where Annabeth sat. When breakfast was over, I followed Nico a decent distance before tackling him to the ground. When my body actually connected with him, I presumed that it was because he was the son of Hades, but I didn't have much time to think before I had to focus on keeping Nico down. I uncapped Riptide, which looked like me, and set its tip to his throat.

"Why, Nico? Why!" I shouted, inexplicable anger rising through me. "WHY!"

"Wha-? Oh. I saw you , but I just didn't have the heart to send you back. When I was about to, I saw Annabeth, she was so sad….. I couldn't leave her like that, she needed you, I couldn't do that to her….. to you…" He trailed off.

"Then why can't I see her?" I demanded.

"Hunh? Of all people, I thought she would see you, but…." He trailed off again. "Come with me."

He lead me to behind the Athena cabin, where I actually saw Annabeth. Nico tapped me on the small of my back, where my old Achilles spot used to be, and muttered a few words in Ancient Greek.

"Annabeth." He called softly. She turned to look at him, before she noticed me, and turned towards me. Tears welled in her eyes, and she rushed towards me, arms outstretched. I did the same, but right before we collided, I just passed through her. She turned, and the tears had begun spilling down her cheeks.

"Percy." she whispered.

I woke up (again) to lips crashing against mine.

A/N I know that its a big jump in logic, but its a dream okay? They normally don't make sense anyway.

In reply to Snowstorm025: because I didn't want to go just killing someone off like that, even if it is only a dream, I'm not that kind of writer. Also I wanted the 'I don't know how i feel about that' line.

In reply to Inherhair: I was actually thinking of bringing in the dead characters as ghosts similar to the ones already at hogwarts, as indeed, just putting them in the story would just be implausible. What is your (and everyone else reading this)opinion of such?

(Sorry that i PMed you as well as putting it here, but i thought everyone else should know too.)