Annabeth
She followed Dumbledore through the yard, people stared at her as she walked past.
"Now," Dumbledore turned and faced her, "I know you are here for a reason, we are losing time."
That shocked Annabeth, so she really wasn't imagining things.
"I know this is all very different from what your use to, but you need to stay here so we can figure out how to fix this… time problem"
Annabeth bit her lip. She didn't know what to do. All she could think about was Percy.
"It is the begining of the year, and you will be sorted into houses for the year," he said.
"Um,"
Dumbledore put his hand on her arm. She flinched and pulled away.
"I want to see Percy," she scowled.
"As you wish,"
Annabeths heart raced. She had to play it cool. She couldn't shut down, not now. Not when Percy needed her.
She followed the strange old man down the hall.
Their footsteps echoed down the deep coridors.
They finally made it to a room filled with beds. And in one sat Percy.
She ran to his side. His face was pale, a banaged cover the top of his forehead, dried blood streaked his cheek.
Water. She thought, water will heal him.
"I will let you two be," and with that he left.
"Oh gods Percy, The Fates really have it out for us don't they?"
It was almost as if a smile twitched at the side of his lips. Was he able to hear her? She probably just imagining things.
"Anyway, this place is a school for wizards. At least that's what the old man said. He told me he needed us here, that we would get sorted into houses whatever that meant,"
She slipped her hand under his. His fingers were cold, she squeezed his hand, but nothing happened.
"You have to wake up, I can't do this without you,"
But didn't move. She would give anything just to see his sea green eyes sparkle when he smiled. His sly grin.
She wasn't going to lose him. She couldn't.
Heels clacked down the long halls. A teacher maybe?
"I thought I would find you in here," said Hermione.
"Yeah…" she replied quietly.
"What happened between you and Harry?" she asked.
"Well, I- we get these dreams, but they are not really dreams. We can sometimes see people talking at that moment. Or something that had happened. And… well… I saw him in a tower. And he turned around, said some words and literly blinded me,"
"How are you not blind right now?"
"Percy helped me, and since you are… y'know a witch. Why can't you just heal him with magic?"
"It doesn't really work the same for muggles,"
"Muggles?"
"Non-magic people, muggles, we don't know what the magic would do to you guys. And we don't want to risk it,"
"We are not muggles, we're demigods,"
"Really? Like have god half mortal? I thought that was just a myth!"
"And up until today, I thought wizards and witches were just a myth,"
"What's it like? I mean, I have read many books and storys about it. But are you Greek or Roman?" curiosity filled her eyes.
"Greek, and may I ask does this place have a library?"
"Of course! It is a school after all, I can take to it!"
Annabeth looked back at Percy.
"I would love to later… but for now I would like to stay with Percy,"
Annabeth frowned. They lost their backpack. The ambrosia…
"Here," Hermione handed her a book. "It has all you need to know about the wizarding world,"
She took the book from Hermione.
Percy
Percy's ears rang…
His head felt like it had been split into two. The last thing he remembered was falling out of the sky.
He opened his eyes. He had to blink a few times before he could see clearly.
"Ugh," he let out a groan.
Annabeth's head sat on his leg. A book in hand.
He combed his fingers through her long blond hair. She began to stir.
"Percy?" She lifted her head.
"Oh my gods! Percy!" She lunged herself at Percy.
"Ow.."
"Percy, oh my gosh! I thought you were dead!"
"Hades has to try harder than that," tears filled Annabeth's eyes.
"Whe-where are we?" He looked around.
"U-um at a school for wizards,"
This hardly shocked Percy, if there were gods. Why couldn't there be wizards too?
"How do you feel?" She asked putting her hand on his arm.
"I think I'm ok,"
She smiled.
Annabeth explained everything to Percy. How he had been asleep for a day. Even that the strange old man wanted them to stay.
After sitting and listening to her, his headache had faded. And his ears stopped ringing.
He sat up.
"Hey, hey, take it easy," Annabeth complained trying to push him back down.
"Im really ok," he replied, taking her hand off his chest.
She gave him the mom look.
"Im ok! Really!" Annabeth pursed her lips and helped him to feet.
"Why am I wet?" he asked relizing his hair and clothes were damp.
Annabeth turned red.
"I tried dumping water on you to see if it would heal you,"
"Im guessing it didn't work…?"
"Nope,"
"Weird,"
"C'mon, lets go, Hermoine told me that if you woke up by tonight we would get sorted into houses,"
Annabeth pulled him along.
