𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 [𝙿𝙹𝙾 𝚡 𝙷𝙿] (𝟷)

13

CREEPY ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA OF MONSTERS

A collective shiver ran through the group as they processed the ominous words. (Name), Percy and Annabeth shared a look, remembering who they encountered that day and what happened to two out of the four.

"Creepy Island, huh?" Harry said with a wry smile. "Sounds like a delightful vacation spot."

Ron snorted. "Yeah, just what I need: a creepy island in the middle of a sea full of monsters. What could possibly go wrong?"

Lily rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, I'd rather deal with that than spend another minute with Snape's dreary potions."

"Agreed," said Hermione. "But I'm more concerned about what kind of monsters we're dealing with. The Sea of Monsters does not exactly sound like a picnic."

"Monsters, creepy islands... I'm sensing a theme here," Draco said, leaning back with a smirk. "This is like the worst kind of holiday brochure."

Blaise gave Draco a playful nudge. "At least it sounds more entertaining than the average school lesson. Though I have to admit, I'm curious about what makes this island so creepy."

Percy woke up in a rowboat with a makeshift sail stitched from grey uniform fabric, his mind hazy and body aching from the ordeal. Annabeth sat across from him, her face pale with exhaustion as she tended to the unconscious (Name), carefully bandaging the wound on her forehead. Una, (Name)'s gecko familiar, lay protectively on her stomach, its tiny form rising and falling with her shallow breaths.

Everyone watching the scene unfold in the room sighed in relief, seeing the two children safe in the boat, but the tension remained palpable. (Name) was still unconscious, and the worry for her well-being lingered in the air. Even Mrs. O'Leary whimpered worriedly for her owners.

"Thank Merlin they made it to the boat," Sirius muttered, his voice tight with suppressed anxiety.

"She'll pull through," Lily said, more to convince herself than anyone else. "She's got that all that Black stubbornness in her."

"Yeah, stubbornness and a knack for getting into danger," James added, though his tone was affectionate. He knew all too well the reckless bravery that ran through the Black family veins.

Regulus watched silently, his thoughts drifting to his niece. He had always admired her spirit ever since he found out about her in the first book, so reminiscent of Sirius's younger, wilder side. He didn't doubt she would fight her way back; she was a Black, after all.

Barty lets out a low whistle. "That was mad. You're all mad. No wonder you're related to the Blacks." There was a hint of admiration in his voice, though he tried to mask it with indifference.

"Well, madness runs in the family, including Una even if she's not blood related to any of us, she could be crazy if she want to," Draco drawled, exchanging a look with (Name) that was both teasing and understanding.