Adele Black: The Sequel (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

I Hate Falling Asleep

Okay, short little authors note here. Don't want to keep you all waiting too too long. :)

I just wanted to point out that Adele Black (book one) is in the Watty Awards.

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Dreams. They're not always pleasent, I'll tell you that. Espicialy for demigods.

So, of course, I get the worst of them just because I'm a demiwitch, and you know how that goes.

My dream went a bit like this.....

I was standing on something. No, not something- someone. I was standing on top of

Tartarus. I was by the edge, by the River of Fire. I knew that the Rive of Fire does cure your wounds- but I shouldn't drink it now.

This is a dream. I hope, at least. It wouldn't do much healing.

"Come out come out wherever you are, little Athena!!" A deep voice called.

My eyes went wide and I began to run; my fourteen (soon to be fifteen) year old legs ran as fast as they could carry me.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, in a girlish voice.

I had tripped over some sort if branch looking thing- except, I knew that it wasn't a branch.

There was a huge arm coming out of the ground- it seemed to be made of dirt.

Suddenly the seen changed, and I was in Greece. I was looking frantically everywhere, and of course, it had followed me.

They always do.

The large, dirty, dirt covered arm reached out of the ground.

The arm would of smashed me if I hadn't moved out of the way just in time.

"SEVEN SHALL ANSWER THE CALL

TO STORM OR FIRE,

THE WORLD MUST FALL.

WITH AN OATH TO KEEP TO THE FINAL BREATH,

FOES BEAR ARMS TO THE DOORS OF DEATH."

A random, loud voice exclaimed.

The arm took me by surprise, and it's dirty, muddy hand grabbed me. It then went black.

I awoke, panting, sweating, and I noticed the faces of Hermione and Ginny next to me.

Oh yea, we three girls share a dorm... Something about Lavender and Pavarti and stuff... Heh heh...

They had brought somebody in; Professor McGonagall was in the room, in a light lilac night cap.

"Adele?" McGonagall softly asked me.

I sat up, and noticed that my body was but up, and muddy and dirty. It looked like I just walked through Tartarus, and gotten hurt by a muddy arm and hand- oh, wait.

That was a dream.

"You... What... Mud.. Blood?" I said, hypervenalating.

"Well, you were... You were screaming."

"What was I screaming...?" I asked Hermione.

"Uhm... Seven shall answer the call to storm or fire, the world must fall. With an oath to keep to the final breath, foes bear arms to the doors of death."

I began to hypervenalate even more.

"Was it a dream? A demigod dream?" Ginny asked me, calmly, yet curiously.

"Y-y-yea. I n-n-need t-to..."

"Need to what, dear?" Professor McGonagall asked me, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I n-n-need t-t-to t-tell C-C-Chiron..."

Mcgonagall's expression changed from worry to realization with worry still in it. Hermione, Ginny, and the Transfiguration teachers eyes went wide.

"Okay. Okay. Let's get you to Camp." McGonagall said.

I nodded, unable to believe what had happened.

You may think that it's normal, and that I'm just obsessing over nothing, over something stupid. But I don't think it's nothing- you know it's nothing. I know that you do.

I think...

I think that that was a new Great Prophecy!

And if it is....

We very well might be screwed next time around.