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-Percy's POV-
That night, I had a terrible dream.
It started when I was just hanging out with my friends. But then a red beam of light appears. When it clears out, I find myself in a dark room, with only the fireplace for light. There is a door behind me, the floor hardwood, a rug covering the middle of the room, a broken chandelier on the ceiling, sputtering and swinging randomly. A small, mousy, shivering man is kneeling at an armchair. It takes me a couple seconds before I realize their is somebody in the chair. Then it swivels around, showing me a hideous um... humanoid guy sittigng there. His skin is pale white, like a dirty eggshell, bloodred eyes with snake pupils, a thin mouth with barely any lips, slits for nostrils, as he has no nose, no hair, and thick, black and green robes. This must be Voldemort, the guy Harry was talking about. The mouse-like man must be Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail.
Wormtail trembles as Voldemort hisses, or speaks. "Now, Wormtail, we have evaded death. We are superior! The contempt Potter and his new friends will be crushed. With our newfound allies, we will rule supreme over both Muggles and Wizardry! Now, Wormtail-" Voldemort's mouth grew into a cold grin, and Pettigrew trembled even harder. "I want you to gather information at Hogwarts. Use your abilities to the bets of your capability. Report back to me tonight. Do not fail me."
Wormtail nodded vigorously, bowing and scraping and stumbling out of the room backwards. Then the scene changed.
I saw a pile of fire everywhere, it looked to be a really nice manor. A blond man and woman were screaming, running away, carrying a wand. I saw what was the cause of commotion: my old enemies, the Titans. I saw Hyperion, Atlas, Oceanus, Koios, Krios, even Prometheus, and worst of all, Kronos. He laughed cruelly, and suddenly narrowed his eyes. He bellowed, and Hyperion let out a burst of yellowish fire. The last thing I saw was a black haired boy getting burned, too. My vision burned, my mind ached, and I woke up.
I sat up, sweating. I was still in the Gryffindor dormitories. Harry had just woke up too. We looked at each other for a moment. Did we just... trade dreams?
Well, there you go. This chapter is now done. Let me guys know about any ideas you have for me! More shoutouts that way! Oh, speaking of shoutouts, this shoutout goes to Harshaan! Congratulations!