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Chapter 7

Annabeth POV

The three wizards and I make small talk until they have to change into their uniforms. Percy's still asleep and I don't have any robes to change into so I take out my laptop again. I open it, and there's a picture of Percy on it. No… a video. He's walking into a house, his sword out and glowing in the darkness.

But it isn't a video. There isn't a play button. I think it's a virus that won't let me do anything else until the "video" is complete.

He's walking down a hallway, dark, with no decoration. A lit room at the end of it makes shadows dance across the dirty windows. He creeps down the corridor and pushes open the door with the tip of his sword. A chair in front of the fire starts to turn. There's a flash of light, and Percy crumples to the floor.

I gasp and put a hand to my mouth as my computer screen returns to my desktop.

When Harry, Ron, and Hermione return, I have Percy's head in my lap, silently running my fingers through his hair. Hermione takes one glance at me and walks quickly over and puts an arm over my shoulders and I lean into her. I'm silent for a moment, but eventually proceed to tell them what happened.

When I finish, Hermione jumps in. "But he's ok now. Sleeping right there. We'll keep him safe."

I look up and am startled to see a worried look on Harry's face. "I had a dream totally parallel the the one that was on your computer. One with an old man, and another with Percy. I recognize him from the dream the minute I saw him."

I nod. "Demigods have dreams like that too. They'll tell of what's happening at the present or what will happen eventually. Sometimes it's even a weird encrypted message. But I don't want him entering the Tournament. I'll tell him later."

As if on cue, Percy sits up and yawns. He smiles slightly at me, as if he heard our entire conversation, which I think he had. Only Harry of the other three would make eye contact with him. I pull him into a tight hug, as if he was dead, and had come back to life.

Ok, I know they're short chapters, but I have 19 pieces of paper, front and back, that I have to type up. And they're from a year ago so they're horribly written and I have to cut and rewrite as I go, so bear with me.