It's my first fanfic so please don't judge
Comment ideas! (Cuz I barely have any)
Sorry for the short chapter- I promise the others will be longer :D
Disclaimer- I don't own PJO or HP
Harry Potter's POV
If there's anything that I've ever learnt, it's that life isn't fair. But that's just the way it is. Did I choose to be Harry Potter, a famous wizard with the lightning scar? No. But I am. There's nothing I can do about that.
I look around me. I'm alone, probably dreaming, but it's hard to say for sure anymore. I see blood on the ground, some, even, on my shoes, and I shiver, not from the cold. I stare at the ground, too afraid to look up, too afraid of what I might have to face. But then I hear a voice.
"Who are you", it says. It has an american accent, and it's definitely a guy. I hear footsteps, lighter and faster than mine. "And what are you doing in my forest". I turn around. Trees surround me. The girl is breathing heavily, and as I look at her, I see her clothes stained with blood. "Leave. Before I make you".
I look at her, but I don't get a very good look before she takes out a deadly looking dagger and slashes me with it. Blood comes spilling out of me. There's nothing I can do. I scream, cry for help, but there's nobody there. And as my vision fades, I find myself losing consciousness, and everything blacks out.
