The Heir of Voldemort (a PJO and HP crossover)

Part 1O: Dude, Stop Reading Me. It's Starting To Get Creepy

A/N: Neville, I pity you.

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Harry's POV (Been Waiting For This, Ay? Nah, I changed my mind) PERCY'S POV

I wake up feeling sick to my stomach.

My surroundings didn't telling me much about where I currently was, due to the fact that I was staring up at a white ceiling. I squinted when suddenly a screeching noise was made and sunlight bursts through.

I hear whispers, and a voice in my head, telling me ... telling me ...

And ... it's gone?

Oh, gods ... The life of a wizard.

Suddenly I remember that this was not where I am meant to be. I was supposed to be at the ... the ... yes! The place for the Defense Against The Dark Arts class in Hogsmeade. Not ... here. Wherever this place is.

I groan as soon as I try to get up. When I finally manage to, I'm met with the glaring face of the nurse in the Hogwarts' hospital.

"What the Hades ..." I mutter.

"What was all that about, young man?" The woman asks. I look at her, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, Mr Jackson, I suppose it isn't my place to lecture you. Soon as your feeling good enough, Dumbledore wants you to meet him in his office. He told me to give you this," she says with a tight scowl, handing me a letter.

"What are you talking about?"

She rolls her eyes.

"I did nothing wrong ... that I realize. Just tell me!" I say, desperately wanting an answer.

"Stop acting as though you don't know, your acting-"

"Just tell me."

"Quit your acting Mr Jackson!"

"What did I do," I say, starting to lose patience.

She doesn't answer.