Choices || Harry Potter [HP X PJO]

f o u r t e e n

If I had ever thought about my body being controlled, I would have imagined it completely different. Perhaps I would have imagined my spirit floating out of my body like a ghost, watching my body move, being completely invisible.

Not this. Never this, the trapped feeling, feeling my muscles move, feeling my mouth talk, hearing what I was saying, but the words not coming from me.

When I woke up that morning, I was still tired. I still felt like yawning and stretching my back and curling deeper into my blanket, but I was unable to, unable to do anything I wanted. I felt my legs move, I felt myself stand up and get ready, but it was unnatural and stiff, yet completely the same to everyone else.

Besides, of course, Harry Potter.

Out of her peripheral vision, I could see his green eyes boring into me, narrowed and watchful as he seemed to scrutinize everything I did, every move I made.

Please know, I prayed silently. Please tell someone. Save me!

"You know," the spell hissed in my mind. "You aren't the only one who ever tried this spell. No, one other person did, I believe you know him? Regulus Black."

An icy chill went down my spin. Oh, no. Because I knew what had happened to him, I knew the dark fate he had been sentenced to. 

"Yes, that's right. It was me that made him a Death Eater. It was me that sent him to his death, accept he wasn't trying to defeat Lord Voldemort like people will come to think, I sent him there to place the locket there. What a shame the inferi broke the spell and let him escape."

Well that changed things. Wait. Let him escape? I wondered. 

"Ah, yes, you caught that. Yes, Regulus Black is alive. It's such a shame that your curious little mind is unable to try and track him down, isn't it?"

I was going to get free, I had to. And when I do? I was going to find Regulus Black. I don't know why I feel like I need to, but I know, I know I have to. Because there was this feeling, sure as the fact that the Greek Gods were real, that we needed him to win the war, and that I was the only one who could find him.

Harry Potter knew something was up with Scorpia Astrid. He had been watching her carefully for the last couple of days, because as much as he hated her, there was also something alluring about her, mysterious and beautiful, drawing him in and forcing him to notice every detail about her. 

That was why he noticed the way she was stiffer when she walked, as opposed to her usual relaxed grace. It looked unnatural, inhumane, as though there was some higher being looking down on the way she had previously moved about.

That was why he noticed that her eyes, a beautiful green-gray color, had lost their usual, happy shine, and how her smile didn't reach her eyes. That's why he noticed how she stopped tapping beats on her thigh, how she stopped writing lyrics in that notebook of hers. 

That's why he noticed everything, yet he still had no clue what was wrong. What he did know? That person, that girl he had watched so carefully, that wasn't her in that body.

He needed to figure it out, but he knew he couldn't do it by himself. He needed to talk to Hermione. But first? First he needed to prove his theory. And so he plastered a friendly smile on his face, relaxing his body as he strutted over to the girl. 

Now he just had to hope he was right, or he would be very, very embarrassed. "Hey, Scorp," he grinned, pecking her lips. There was a slight flash of confusion in her eyes before she smiled widely.

"Hey, babe," she hummed. "What's up?"

"I," Harry said, fighting to keep the blush off of his face. He had just kissed Scorpia Astrid, the prettiest girl in the school. And, he fought to remind himself, his sworn enemy, but that was so hard to remember as the thought of his lips on hers, plump and moist and perfect, kept replaying in his mind. But now he had to sell it, convince whatever was inside of her that they were really dating. "I thought we could talk. You know, about what you told me the other day, about Ethan. And I'm sorry for not talking to you after you told me about him."

She glared at him, her eyes darting around warily. "I told you, we can not talk about this in the open."

Harry nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I know. Later, then?"

"Later," she agreed. "In the library after curfew?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry agreed.

There was a raging war inside my head. The spirit of the spell was fuming, cursing and screaming and causing me the largest headache. 

"How did I not know?" It raged. "How did you keep the fact that you had a boyfriend totally hidden?"

"I guess I just loved him so much," I said, clearly bullshitting, but it didn't need to know that. "It must have been enough to protect him."

I just wished I could talk to Harry, warn him of everything he was going to hear tonight so that he wouldn't be surprised. Then I felt that tugging at the back of my head again, stronger ever since he had kissed me but always there, and thought, maybe I could.

And so I let go, let go of my body, just praying I'd be able to get back in as my spirit, invisible to everything, floated away, closer and closer to Harry Potter.

"Harry!" I hissed. No response, but he sat alone at the lake, so hopefully when he did hear me, he'd be able to respond. "Harry! Harry Potter!"

At this, his head snapped up, looking very, very confused. "What? Who's there?" He asked.

"It's Scorpia—well, kind of. It's the real me, but I'm kind of not in control of my body, but since you're meeting with me later, you need to know the truth, or else you'll be very confused later. Hermione already knows, too. 

"Anyways, I'll try and make it short. Basically, the Greek Gods are real, the goddess of magic, Hecate, is my mother, she also created the wizarding world, there was a war this summer against the titans and Kronos, Ethan was my best friend who joined the titans and died right after saving my life and saying he loved me. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, defeated Kronos with the help of Luke Castellon, who was Kronos's follower and let Kronos possess his body. Draco is the son of Athena, and one of my best friends, and I think that sums it up. Oh, and some mortal girl named Rachel Dare is our new oracle and gave another great prophecy! I think that sums it up, good luck! You can ask Hermione for details,"

Then I tugged at the string connecting me to my body and shot back like a rubber band, hoping that he would, in fact, talk to Hermione and not completely blow our cover. 

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A/N: 

Sorry, really short chapter! I lost inspiration and didn't have any more pre-written chapters so I had to rush this out :( Anyways, there may or may not be an update next week, idk if I'll have any time to write.