Collision Course

Chapter Thirty One

Tira's POV

I woke up with Harry's face dangling over me. Of all people, why Harry?!

 I looked around, and noticed we were a few feet away from the lake, and when I looked up again, Harry was still there.

 My eyes widened. He didn't do CPR, right?! Oh please no. No!!!!!!!! I started hyperventilating. If he did, that means... I didn't- and don't- want to think about it.

 "Uh... Hello," I said, hoping Harry would back off. Thankfully he did.

As Harry was backing off of me, he replied. "Hi." He, too, had a British accent.

 Is it because we're in London that everyone has accents? I want one too, now. They were so cool!

 "How long was I out?" I asked.

 "Ten minutes, and forty-seven seconds," Hermione said. Wow... Is she also a daughter of Athena or Minerva? Because she is one fast, to-the-point-thinker. No one but a child of the wisdom goddesses I know would even know the amount of seconds I was out for.

 "What happened while I was out?" I asked, trying to fill in the gap. At least I wasn't out for longer though.

 "Harry dove in after you; when you fell over and didn't come back up." Hermione answered again. She seemed to have the answers for everything. She seemed to have an underlying message in her eyes.

 I sat up and looked her in the eyes. "Why?" I asked, an underlying tone of anger laced my voice. 

 It was hard to muster the anger though. Piper must have done something right with the charm speaking.

 Hermione was looking down on me, like I didn't listen to what she just said. It must have had to do with her 'little message' she tried to tell me. My gaze then shifted to Harry, who just sat there in shock, as if he was actually surprised I was wondering why he dove in after me. And I then looked back again, at Hermione.

 She now looked at me beyond mad. "Are you seriously, angry at the fact he saved you from drowning?!"

 Wait.. he saved my life? Oh shoot me now.

 It didn't even occur to me that Poseidon probably would have saved me if I needed it, anyways.

 I looked back at Harry. "You saved my life?"

 He blushed. "Probably not. You probably would have survived by yourself."

 "Harry. Potter." Hermione said, sounding just the way I imagined her when I was reading the Harry Potter series.  "Stop being so modest. You totally saved her life. Stop letting her walk all over you like tha-" She sounded way too much like Annabeth from the stories of the other campers when she told Percy he was too modest.

 I cut her off. "Thank you, Harry, for saving me. I'm grateful."

 She glared at me, mad for being cut off. But her gaze softened when she realized the truth in my words.

 I then got up, and turned to the one person who was silent throughout that entire conversation.

 Ronald Weasley.

 "Ronald Bilius Weasley," I said out loud.

 "She knows my middle name?" he squeaked to Hermione. He looked scared. Was I really that intimidating?

 I toned the scary factor down a bit, and felt my voice become softer. "Why did you pop my bubble and give me a poisoned cupcake two weeks ago?"

 Hermione looked at me. "Bubble? How did you get a bubble under the water?"