sempiternal - pjo/hp

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"thanks for the memories."

i threw the letter on the desk in front of me, hurt by the false words that carson had written. did he seriously just throw our friendship away? just like that? was it seriously that easy? the bastard.

i wish they were false but now that i think about it, we haven't spoken all summer or during our fifth year. i guess it was inevitable but it still hurts my heart. i sighed heavily, feeling sadness weigh me down.
my best friend.

"cali, come down to the kitchen for a moment! theres someone here for you." i cringed a little at my mothers voice. she has been sick for centuries, okay maybe a little too much exaggeration but its seriously has been a long time. i keep telling her to pay a visit to st.mungos but she is so stubborn.

"coming mother!" i shouted back and quickly ran into my closet to find some proper clothing, since i was still in my pyjamas. my closet had a scent of sweet vanilla and cinnamon, no doubt from last nights outing. i smiled, remembering the previous nights events when i had snuck out to a party.
if you even count it as sneaking out, the minute i got home, mothers house alarms all went off and i found her waiting in the living room with a glass of wine and what the muggles call; netflix.

shaking my thoughts away, i found a clean pair of black jeans and a black long sleeve. i know. how boring but black is all i own and black is all i like.

all the words on carsons letter had been long forgotten, well i wish they were.

because guess who was waiting for me at the door.

the pale boy stood tall next to my mom but his posture screamed anxiety and fear. his usual dark soft hair was messy and dull looking. his green eyes held no emotion and his skin was ghostly pale and dewy.
all the anger i had for him had dissipated after seeing his physical appearance and was soon replaced with concern.

"carson is here for you, sweetie. talk in the living room and i'll bring some refreshments." mother smiled at the both of us and disappeared into the kitchen.
i mumbled a small thank you then pushed past carson into the living room. i heard the very faint sound of his footsteps behind me, it was almost ghost like.

"what brings you here?" i asked, picking at the material on the sofa and avoiding eye contact with him. i couldn't bare to look at his eyes. his dull and lifeless eyes that i once used to love looking into. the once beautiful smile i deeply admired and the musical laugh i longed to hear. carson was not the boy i once new, now i saw fear. i saw hate, anxiety. i saw a melancholic boy in front of me.

it was a while before he replied but it sounded like a mumble.

"can you please speak up."

"that letter i sent to you was never supposed to reach you." carson spoke, his voice sending chills down my spine. "i-i was forced to make that letter but i hid it so it wouldn't be sent a-and i guess he found it. i was going to send another one to warn you but that was too risky. so i decided to come here and tell you in person so you would actually believe me."

carson practically pleaded with his eyes, his soulless eyes. but what could i do.

he hissed from the pain on his arm and apparated away.

"but i made tea."

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hello!!! this is my first crossover book, so i will apologize in advance for any grammar errors, spelling errors and any misuse of information. it has been a while since i watched hardy potter & read the percy jackson books. so i'll probably work on that.

anyways, i hope you enjoy this book :)))

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