Harry

Harry pulled out his wand and called up his broom. "Grab a broom!"

He got on, and rode up into the cloudy sky. One other followed in his wake.

The wind blew rapidly through Harry's hair, the other broom rider who followed him went for the girl.

Harry outstretched his arm to the male, "Grab my hand!" he yelled. The boy swung his arm up into Harry's grasp. At the last second his grip failed, the boy's hand helplessly slipped from his. "NO!"

Percy

Annabeth and Percy stood in the doorway listening to the newcomer's story. It played exactly how theirs had, with a different twist at the end.

Harry

Harry ran down the hall to find Annabeth on the floor, holding a lifeless body in her arms. He was the boy who had been accepted into Gryffindor. Percy.

His skin tone was as pale as a ghost. His colorful green eyes had been drained, leaving cold white eyes that stared at him.

Annabeth's dreadful, heart breaking sobs, sent a sharp, painful shiver down Harry's spine.

She slowly turned her head to look at him, "This is ALL your fault!"

"How is this my fault?!"

Annabeth dropped Percy, turning swiftly, she stood up to face him. "This… is.. ALL your fault," her voice turned deep and scratchy, "Harry."

She put her hands against his throat. He could feel his blood run cold.

Harry stuttered to speak. "This… isn't my fault,"

Everyone in the small narrow hall gathered around them and watched. Their face's blank, as they watched.