A/N oh gods, I have been writing for three hours. And my head is in the land of dreams. Oh Waow.

I wrote this chapter, which I like, and then two chapter for the other one. Gods I'm tired now. Plus all the maths hw before and . . .

Just pls, enjoy this fabulous chapter. . .

Percy POV

Those wizards were too nosy for their own good.

I and Annabeth were on my bed, in the boys' dormitory. Who cares that we're not aloud. Seriously, I'd rather get in trouble than stay away from her. Our position was similar to the one from the night before.

I was in a sort of sitting up position, with my back laying on the wall. While Annabeth had her head rested on my chest. My arms were wrapped around her chest and she was clinging on to them with her hands.

I was so tired, that once I closed my eyes I immediately slipped into Morpheus' realm.

But the dream was weird. That's all I had to say about it. Weird.

I was falling into nothing. Below was only darkness. I was holding hands with Annabeth. Or more like, we were hugging the Hades out of each other. My heart started racing as I realised I was falling into Tartarus again. I hugged Annabeth tighter. It was dark, all around me, and feeling like I was falling into nothing creeped the hell out of me.

For a while it was only me falling. Nothing else. I was beginning to be fed up with my memory because I really didn't like falling like this.

Falling. Falling. Falling. Was it ever going to end?

Then it did. A shimmer of faint blue light started to appear from beneath me. It was coming closer, and closer. I prepared my self for the impact to come.

I fell in water. I was happy for a moment before realising Annabeth was nowhere near me. I looked around me to search for her. Nothing. I resurfaced what I recognised to be a lake. A forest surrounded it. Annabeth was nowhere in sight. I reached the shore and dried myself off. I frowned as I looked around.

My eyebrows raised as I spotted a figure on the other side of the lake. Seeing he or she was the only thing around, I went towards them.

As I neared what I knew was a man I stopped. The guy wasn't facing me. All I could see was his back and his bold head. His skin was pale-ish creepy. He wore black robes around his body. I knew as a fact this guy was a wizard.

Then I noticed he was holding something. A stick, no wait, a wand. A white wand. It looked to be made out of bone. At the grip it turned towards the inside. I scowled wondering who would own such a wand.

"Percy Jackson." The man hissed.

I was sort of creeped that the guy knew me. And by the tone of the voice, he was no friend of mine. Yuppie, wait, lemme add another enemy to the list.

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Harry POV

It was weird to see Annabeth and Percy sleep together in the same room as I slept. As I looked at them being close to each other and whispering I couldn't help but think that they needed each other to stay sane.

Also when before they woke up, Percy's first thought was to protect her. That made me figure that the two had been through a lot together. They probably had nightmares which they shared, and being in each others' company helped the both of them.

Finally we had learned their secret. And the better thing is that they didn't loathe us for what we did. They just went to bed with a good night. Maybe we can actually become friends. Maybe.

Ron was already snoring beside me and Nico was under his covers, probably awake.

I averted my thoughts from the 'demigods' and fell asleep.

The dream was, what I call weird. And creepy.

I found myself running. Graves were passing by. I was running in a graveyard. Spells were shot towards me. I dodged them.

Cedric's body lay a few feet from me. I reached it, crouched down and took out my wand. I eyed the cup, which I knew was a portkey.

"Accio!" I yelled pointing my wand at it.

It flew right towards me and I grabbed it. Again I felt my self be vacuumed into a vortex.

Then it all turned black.

Slowly I opened my eyes. I was welcomed by the sight of a lake, a forest surrounding it. The whole scene had an odd feeling to it, like it wasn't really real.

"Percy Jackson." I voice hissed.

I cringed as I recognised it as it belonged to Voldemort. I turned to my left, since it was where the voice had come from. They didn't notice me, so I came to the conclusion I was just eyes.

Voldemort stood there, his back facing to. . .Percy. The teenager looked confused. Then he smiled as he was thinking. Then he came back to reality and frowned. "How do you know my name?" He asked.

Voldemort chucked. "Oh Percy, you will find I know more than just your name."

"Stalker." Percy said bluntly as he raised his eyebrows.

Voldemort turned to look at Percy. Percy looked taken aback. Probably the red eyes, yup definitely.

He scratched his chin. "Red eyes uh?" He asked casually. "Once fought a guy with golden."

What? I was going to ask that later.

Voldemort did not look amused. "Percy Jackson." He repeated. "I have a plan. And you. . .you are the only wild piece."

Percy smiled at that. "They tell me that a lot." He said.

"Not for long." Came Voldemort's voice. "I have a deal."

Then Percy's eyes widened in realisation of something. "Wait!" He said. "You're Voldemort? Aren't you?" He asked.

I wanted to ask him how he could take it so easily and calmly but of course I couldn't.

Voldemort ignored the guy. "Join me." He said to Percy. "Fight for me and the castle will be spared."

Percy scowled. "I'm sick of being used like this. No."

What did he mean by that?

Voldemort sighed. "It looks like you didn't get the message earlier-"

"I got it alright!" Percy interrupted, and right now, he was nothing like the guy I know. "And their dead. So you're their new master?" Wait, he had killed someone? He didn't give Voldemort a chance to answer. "Of course you are. But if you think for even a moment that I would join you-"

Percy stopped as Voldemort raised his wand and said, "crucio."

It hit Percy. Well duh. Percy gasped as the curse took effect. "Ah-" he fell to the floor gasping in pain.

How was he not screaming? The curse for all I know, and trust me I know, is freaking painful.

I was shocked to say the least. But that didn't been compare to what I felt when Percy closed his eyes, controlled his breathing and slowly stood up.

Voldemort's wand hand dropped to his side, surprised.

Percy's eyes were still closed. "How're you in my head?" He asked.

Voldemort did as if nothing had happened, like Percy hadn't bested the curse. "Magic."

"Get out of my head." Percy said as he opened his eyes. He started glaring at Voldemort.

What the hell? What the actual bloody hell? Most men would be cowering if they were Percy. This guy was demanding things from the very men who was feared by thousands. I was amazed. My jaw was already hanging open.

"Always the loyal one." Voldemort said.

That got Percy's attention. "What do you mean?"

"You and your friends will die." Voldemort said. "But you can avoid that. Join me."

Percy had the nerve to laugh at him. "Do your research man." Then he- he stepped closer to Voldemort. Crazy. "Two wars." He said in barely a whisper. "Two wars and we're still all alive."

I stumbled back. Percy had been through two wars? All of them? They were kids, how could- My mind started aching just thinking about it so I stopped.

Voldemort grinned. "I see not all of you are completely sane though."

That seemed to hit Percy as he took a step back.

Tom took this moment to attack again. "Everyone will die." Voldemort hissed. "You can avoid that. You need only to join me."

Percy still stayed quiet. Voldemort spoke again. "I heard your flaw was loyalty." He said disappointed. "If it really is then you know it's better to spare the death of so many young wizards. Even if you and your friends don't die, the death of others will still be on your hands. For you could have avoided it."

This was creeping me out. They were both talking about a fight. So we were right, something was going to attack Hogwarts.

Percy was looking everywhere but at Voldemort.

Tom chuckled at him and continued his taunting. "Their deaths will haunt you. Like the ones of your deceased friends."

Deceased friends? Is that why they could see the thestrals?

Percy got out of it. He looked more mad than ever. He reached Voldemort. Grabbed his throat and threatened to punch him. "Never talk about them again!" He threatened.

Again I admired his courage. Not one person would dare that.

Voldemort didn't flinch under the demigods glare. "Back off."

I knew he was restraining not to punch him but Percy slowly backed off.

"And what of Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked, unfazed from the previous happening. "Is that why you're here? To 'protect' him?"

"Not him!" Percy said glaring at Voldemort. "All of them."

"Well you can abandon your stupid mission and join me." Voldemort tried again. "Save those witches from the attack of the monsters that want revenge on you. My army would be cut in half."

Percy was thinking. And it amazed me he didn't just give in to him. Most people would have already. But then again, Percy wasn't most people. He was a teenager, who had seen death, probably multiple times and had apparently fought two wars.

"Why are you in my head?" Percy asked sounding a little defeated.

"Oh why? Aren't you grateful for me to have saved you from the nightmare you were about to have?" Voldemort asked.

So I wasn't the only one, Percy was also having a nightmare.

"So you have power over dreams? Jeez Hecate sure did give you a lot of power." Percy said.

"Hecate?" Tom asked confused.

Percy looked at Voldemort. "Oh, right." He sighed. "Well if you'll be kind, could I please go back to sleep."

Tom smiled evilly. "But I need to get a message through."

"I'm listening." Percy said.

I wanted to slap him for being so calm about the whole thing.

Voldemort closed in on Percy. He put his hands in his shoulders and leaned in near his ear. Percy didn't flinch. God who was this guy?

"Join me." Voldemort hissed. "Or watch as others die around you." His eyes turned to where I was standing and he smiled maniacally, telling me he had wanted for me to watch the whole thing.

I woke up with a gasp.

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Percy POV

I woke up with a gasp startling Annabeth. She groaned as she sat up on her butt. "What's wrong?" She asked.

I knew she wasn't completely here, she was probably still in the realm of Morpheus. "Nothing, it's just a dream."

I tried to believe that myself but it all felt so real. Especially when I was hit by the curse, the pain felt real. Gods what had I gotten my self into?

I laid back on the wall and Annabeth laid back in my chest.

I noticed that Harry was also sitting up. I turned to him. "You okay?" I asked.

His head nodded. "Nothing, it's just a dream."

I noticed how he said exactly what I had but I let it pass. "Just a dream." I muttered to myself, trying to believe my own words. But I knew it wasn't just a dream.

A/N finally getting into some action. Finally. Gods I loved writing this, because I like action and what I had been doing in the previous chapters was not really action. It was more little pieces that will eventually add up.

Well, goodbye peeps.

Hunter out