We have reached 100 followers! Yay! Thank you so much guys, it really means a lot that so many people have invested their time in this story. In honor of the special occasion, I have written my longest chapter yet! I'll write an even longer one when we reach 200, probably about 5,000 words, just for you guys!

Chapter Eleven: Dying Is For Losers

Harry POV:

His lungs were constricting with every passing second as he swam for the surface. He could see the light shining through water, he was almost there-

Immense pressure clamped around his ankle, eliciting a stream of bubbles, the last breath of air, from his mouth as he screamed.

He shut his mouth, fast, but he wasn't quick enough and inhaled a mouthful of water. He barely had time to form a thought before he was dragged down, while being shaken like a chew toy. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't hear beyond his erratic heartbeat.

The pressure increased. His ankle felt like it was being torn in half. He didn't have any air, and he was losing consciousness.

He only had time to think, is this how I'm going to die? before he blacked out.


Percy POV:

Percy could feel the monster drag Harry down into the lake, but it took him a second to figure out what was happening. Hadn't he trapped the thing? He took another second to check, stretching his consciousness down into the lake, into the cave where the monster had been. It was still there. So there were two of them? How had he not noticed before?

Panicking slightly, he turned back towards the lake and ran through the shallows until he was able to dive into the water, ignoring Ron and Hermione's frantic shouts behind him.

Percy shot through the water as fast as possible, heading straight for the second monster, which was dragging Harry down to the bottom of the lake. He could tell that Harry was unconscious, probably from oxygen deprivation. He needed to finish this quickly.

When he came within thirty feet of the shark/crocodile/squid thing, it froze and started looking around. This one was bigger than the one in the cave, and with a lot more teeth. He stayed outside the edges of it's vision while he decided on a plan of attack.

Percy looked at Harry's limp body helplessly. He had to keep him safe. That was his quest, and his only way home.

Tightening his jaw, he reached out a hand and felt for the water surrounding the monster. He didn't want to have to kill it, because he needed to figure out where it had come from. But Harry's blood flow was slowing by the second. Before the monster could even blink, Percy closed his hand into a fist and crushed it in a liquid vise grip.

Golden dust floated in the water as he reached Harry's body. He didn't have time to create an air bubble, so he just shot towards the shore as fast as he could, thickening the water around Harry into a shield so that he didn't pop like a balloon. He didn't bother with hiding behind the ship this time, he just burst through the surface right in front of Ron and Hermione, remembering at the last second to be wet and fake a huge gasp of air.

He felt like he'd been down in the lake for a long time, but it'd probably been more like thirty seconds. Hermione was crying, and Ron looked like he was trying to swallow a hamster.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, paling when she saw the limp body in his arms. She nearly screamed, but Percy cut her off.

"Hermione. You need to run to the castle and get someone. The first teacher you see. Now!"

To her credit, she wiped her eyes and nodded, sprinting up the lawn to the big wooden doors.

Percy waded through the shallow water and laid Harry on the grass. His heart was pounding.

If Harry had been a demigod, he would've been able to give him ambrosia and nectar. But he wasn't a demigod.

He put his hand to Harry's forehead and felt for the water in his lungs, thinking of the Nymphaeum in Rome, when he, Piper, and Jason had almost drowned.

He was about to clear his lungs and (hopefully) wake him up when he remembered Ron. He was standing over Percy's shoulder, still looking like he was trying to swallow that hamster. He cursed silently. Hecate had told him not to reveal himself to Harry, but did his friends count? Probably.

"Ron," he said, trying to come up with a way to get him to leave. "I need some... willow bark. There's some over there," he said, pointing to the tree they'd been sitting under when the whole fiasco had started.

He nodded silently, and hurried off.

The minute he was far enough away, Percy put his hand back on Harry's forehead and concentrated; he didn't want to remove anything but lakewater.

After a minute, dirty water erupted from his mouth. He didn't wake up, but his chest was moving up and down. He was alive.

Percy sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his wet hair, his mind racing through the possibilities. What else could he do? They had first aid classes at camp, but not for drowning. Everyone assumed that the naiads would help if anyone ever fell in the lake.

He glanced back at the castle, where the doors were still shut tight. Ron was frantically peeling bark off of the tree, and it looked like he was almost done. If he was going to do something else, he had to do it fast.

Percy looked at Harry's still body again, and this time something new caught his eye. He peeled back the hem of his robes, which were completely soaked. Bloody, jagged marks ringed his ankle, staining the grass underneath his foot a horrible red color. Percy's breath caught in his throat as he looked at it, but after inspecting it further he couldn't see any internal damage, or anything that would be permanent. He willed some water from Harry's robes to begin healing the wound, which was something he hadn't known he could do until now. It was surprisingly easy.

Excess water dribbled from Harry's mouth, and Percy swore he saw his eyelids fluttering, but then it stopped and he was still again. Percy frowned. He could feel the blood flowing normally, he was breathing, and the bleeding had stopped. So why wasn't he waking up?

Ron ran up, breathing heavily and with an armful of bark. Percy tried to think of some use for it, so he'd think he'd been useful, but all he could come up with was either waving it under Harry's nose, or smacking him with it. While smacking him may have been more helpful at that point, Percy decided to wave it under his nose.

Of course, nothing happened, and Ron got really nervous.

"What's wrong with him? Is he dead? Do you think-"

"Ron." Percy said, trying to calm him down. "Harry's alive, he's just unconscious."

Ron sighed in relief, and looked back towards the castle.

"I hope Hermione finds a teacher soon."

Percy nodded in agreement, turning back towards Harry. It was really weird that he wouldn't wake up. He was no medical expert, but it looked like Harry was physically fine, minus his injured ankle. He needed to get him to infirmary, or the hospital, or whatever it was called in Scotland. Hopefully they'd be able to figure out what was wrong with him.

Percy put a worried hand on his forehead again, intending to check his blood flow, but was interrupted. He felt a brief pulling sensation in his brain, and promptly passed out.


Harry POV:

He couldn't tell if he was alive or not, but he certainly wasn't dead if he was having nightmares. It was the same one that he'd had that night in Privet Drive, with the old man and Peter Pettigrew and the other two guys that he didn't recognize. But he had a sinking suspicion that the one in the chair was someone that he knew all too well.

The dream ended on the same chilling note that it had before, leaving Harry ready to wake up screaming, except he didn't. The scenery melted away until he was standing on the crest of that hilltop again, the one that he'd dreamt about before. It was strange, he'd almost forgotten the dream about the boy with the sword who could apparently breathe underwater. There was something else nagging at the back of his mind, but he shrugged it off.

This time, the hill looked different. The tree next to him had the golden rug from his other dream hanging on a low branch, and a- WAS THAT A DRAGON - wrapped around the base.

Harry sprinted down the side of the hill, forgetting that he was in a dream, and therefore could not be hurt by anything, including dragons. He remembered eventually, and shook his head, embarrassed.

He walked through the strawberry fields, taking in all the strange sights. This seemed like a summer camp, but a very, very dangerous one. There was a climbing wall with lava, an arena with sounds like clashing metal coming from it, and an arts and crafts building that appeared to be smoking. A few kids in bright orange T-shirts played an intense game of volleyball in a sand pit, and some were walking in and out of the strangest assortment of buildings he'd ever seen.

He stood in place, stunned by all the dangerous and cool-looking activities, weird buildings, and strange creatures that lived in the trees. He only had time to look for a few moments, though, because his dream decided to drag him away, quite literally.

His feet slid across the ground as he protested, trying to keep his balance and not fall over. The invisible force took him across the camp and into one of the many different buildings, which he assumed were cabins. If people could actually see him, he was sure they'd be laughing. He somehow slid up the stairs and into the main room of a large cabin with an owl figure above the door. The inside had big white screens on the walls, which were chock full of what looked like battle plans and boat designs.

Harry stopped in front of a girl with blond hair, who he recognized from his other dream about the dark-haired boy. The nagging got worse as he struggled to remember what the boy looked like. This must have been his girlfriend, what was her name again? Annabeth? At least he remembered that.

She was laying on a bottom bunk, and appeared to be sleeping. He cleared his throat, not sure what this interactive dream wanted him to do now.

But to his surprise, Annabeth woke up and stared directly at him. As fast as he could blink, she was inches away from his face with a dagger at his throat. He gasped, struggling to understand how she could move so fast.

Her face was hard as she evaluated him, gray eyes calculating how much trouble he would give her. She stepped away and sheathed her dagger, never taking her eyes off his face.

"Who are you?" she asked coldly, arms crossed. "How did you get inside the border?"

He looked at her nervously, afraid she might bust out her dagger again if he said the wrong thing.

"Funny story, I'm… er… dreaming?"

He thought that Annabeth would laugh at him, and then kill him, but she looked around at the room, scrutinizing it. She sighed.

"Me too. We must have run into each other's dreams."

He was very confused, but she just shook her head.

"What's your name? I'm Annabeth." She asked, a little nicer than the first time.

"Harry. Harry Potter."

She didn't show any signs of recognition at the name, which meant she probably wasn't a witch. So then what was this camp for?

"Well, Harry, I-" She cut off abruptly, staring at the other side of the room in shock. Harry turned, but didn't see anything. When he faced Annabeth, intending to ask what was wrong, she was gone, and the world faded to black.


Percy POV:

He was sucked into camp. Harry was having a conversation with Annabeth, somehow.

Something clicked in the back of his mind. Harry wouldn't wake up because he'd been dreaming… about camp? He'd never even been there. More importantly, why did he get pulled into Harry's dream? Nothing was making sense.

He ended up in the Athena cabin, where Annabeth must have gotten a glimpse of him. She had been talking to Harry, or more accurately, Harry was deathly afraid of her and she was tolerating him for the moment. Percy didn't know how Harry could be talking to her, unless she was dreaming too, but… he was so confused.

She only saw him as he was waking up, so he didn't get to talk to her or even get close to her.

Percy sat up with a start to Ron, who was shaking his shoulder. He almost pulled out Riptide, but managed to stop the instinct.

Harry woke up too, to the excitement of Ron.

As Ron punched him in the arm and told him to "never scare me again, mum's going to freak," and all that stuff, Percy stood and turned towards the lake, trying to decide what to deal with first. It was all pretty overwhelming. But before he could think about it too much, Hermione came running up, panting.

"Harry!" she cried, throwing her arms around him as he shakily got to his feet. "I brought Professor Moody, we need to get you to the hospital wing."

"I'm fine," he groaned as Professor Moody limped towards us.

"Harry! You nearly drowned!" exclaimed Ron. "If Percy hadn't gone down there-"

"It was nothing," Percy interrupted. "and you're right. Harry, you need to go to the hospital wing."

Harry grumbled, but consented to let Ron and Hermione take him. Ron gave Percy one last weird look before he left, probably because he'd fallen asleep in the middle of saving Harry's life. He and Professor Moody walked a little bit behind them.

"So you're the one that saved 'im?" the teacher asked gruffly, stabbing at the ground with his cane every other step.

"Yeah."

He grunted, but seemed to get that Percy didn't want to talk about it. They followed the trio to the hospital wing, and the professor made sure Harry was being cared for before leaving.

The nurse, who was apparently called Madam Pomfrey, didn't seem to remember the night of the feast, when Percy had woken up and scared her. She bustled around Harry, checking his vitals and stuff, before leaving to go get another pillow.

He decided to stick around. He couldn't exactly leave Harry alone anymore, not with this big jumbled mess of monsters and Voldemort and dreams. Dumbledore was probably right about the Triwizard Tournament being a good time for "You-Know-Who" to try and kill Harry. Plus, if greek monsters were somehow finding their way there, who knew what would happen. Hopefully, the two in the lake just got lost. But he had a sinking suspicion that something darker was at fault for this.

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Shoutouts:

surya25addanki: Yeah, probably. There are a lot of ways Percy could have killed it, but I wanted to have a semi-exciting fight scene. It probably didn't read as well as I though it would, sorry. :(

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