The Tale of The Lost Warriors a PJO/HP Crossover

Full Moon (Jason)

My "feelings" for Bridget do not make any sense too me.

I have always seen her as a best friend, my best bros little sister.  I cannot comprehend why I would be feeling any other feelings for her. Of course, I have always been protective of her, but I don't know, the thought of seeing her with another guy, especially if that guy is Malfoy, it rubs me even more the wrong way.

She does not need to date yet, and she most certainly does not need to be snogging anyone.

I needed to stop thinking about this. But it was consuming my brain. I walked around the castle halls trying my best to think of anything but these thoughts.

In doing so, I bumped into someone, knocking both of us over. I looked up to see who I had crashed into to.

"Oh, hi Rachel," I smiled, I offered her a hand and helped her up, "I'm so sorry, I was not looking where I was going. I just have a lot on my mind and I am struggling to distract myself."

She gave me a small smile, "Have you tried doing a hobby? Usually, when I can't get my mind off of something I always will draw or paint, or do any other sort of artwork. It always works to calm me down."

I sighed, "I tried that. Usually flying on my broom will help me take my mind off things, but today it just is not helping."

"Maybe you can try painting, I can lend you some stuff and show you some things about painting and stuff."

"Yeah, that'd actually be really cool. Maybe I just need to try something new. Thank you, Rachel," I said and smiled.

I followed her to the art room, it was completely empty and quiet.

"I'd just bring you are the Ravenclaw common room, but it can get crowded in there and, I am going to have to leave eventually. Tonight is the full moon. I need to be away from the school at some point," she explained.

"Well, why don't we grab some stuff to paint or draw with and we head out to where you need to be now so you aren't rushing? It might be nice to spend time out in nature anyways. Maybe it will help give me art inspiration since I have no clue what I'm doing," I suggested.

Rachel shrugged, "Yeah, that's cool. Just don't take anyone to my secret transformation place after this."

I raised my pinky, "I swear I would never."

She grinned and locked pinkies with me.

The journey into the woods was actually very relaxing, I kept seeing different animals that I thought were cool and it was taking my mind off things before I even got to start trying to express myself creatively.

Maybe nature walks will be my new relaxation tactic.

When we eventually got to where Rachel needed to be she started helping me set up stuff and talking to me about different art supplies and styles of drawing.

I was most interested in the charcoal materials, I thought the black ash was a great representation of my brain in its current state. Weirdly foggy.

I started just letting my hand do all the work and tried not to think too much about the actual drawing itself.

I felt like I was on some other plane of existence like there was nothing else except me and the charcoal I was drawing with. I was fully in the zone, all outside noises just sounded like faint humming and whistling.

After some time I eventually snapped out of my drawing daze and realized it had been quite a while since we'd arrived in the woods. The sky was much dark and the wind crisper and cooler. I looked over at Rachel who had fallen asleep on the ground with her head propped onto a log.

I looked again at my drawing, pulling out my wand to get some light.

It seemed that I had drawn some sort of storm scene.

There were jagged and yet fluffy shaping in the sky that seemed like clouds with sharp and staggered lines shooting out for lighting.

The people I'd drawn on the ground looked to be running in fear of the great storm I drew. There was almost a human like figure in the clouds holding something that could be one of the lighting bolts.

It was defiantly no professional work of art, I would not even call it good, but I was still impressed with myself nonetheless.

"Hey Rachel," I lightly shook her shoulder and she began to stir, I was excited, I wanted to show her my drawing.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, I knew I'd made a huge mistake.

When she opened her eyes, they were not the same ones I had previously known. They were wild and black.

Before I could even take another second to think Rachel's body began expanding and growing, she was becoming a werewolf.

In my drawing haze I had forgotten all about the full moon and the transformation. I started back up slowly and prayed that the Wolfsbane did its proper job.

I did not want to risk running and spooking Rachel, because that could make the situation worse.

Soon enough she was a fully grown werewolf and we were looking into one another's eyes.

I could hear some pants and whines coming from Rachel's mouth as we looked at one another. My heart was beating out of its chest, I'd never seen such a creature up close.

"Rachel?" I spoke softly, the girl in her creature form looked up to me, "Are you in there?"

But before I could even speak another word Rachel's eyes changed and I knew something was wrong.

And that I was fucked.

Rachel had before for a moment been calm and seemingly under control but in a split second it all changed and the last thing I could remember was the big dark creating charging towards me with it's anger growl.

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Hey, sorry it's been a bit, I hope you guys like this chapter, it isn't my favorite just because I struggled to figure out how to write the middle, but it sets up a storyline I want to play with. Please send me feedback <3

~Daughter of Poseidon