The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

2. Nightmareish Memories

Only the plot is mine. All characters belong to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter or the Percy Jackson franchise respectively.

Percy POV

I was having a dream I was in a hurricane. It was such a weird storm too, nobody on the weather channel said anything about it. Nobody said anything until the wind picked up and became a category two storm. I was living with my aunt Petunia but she was in another room. My cousin Dudley and my brother Harry, we're fighting in the family room while I was trying to get Harry out the headlock he was in.
Then a really weird thing happened, well strange for my six-year-old life. A seashell burst through the window behind us, shattering glass on the floor. We all screamed. I didn't know what to do, but the seashell was calling at me. Telling that it would take a Potter home and to safety. I tried to get closer but Harry grabbed my wrist.
"It looks dangerous Percy." He told me.
"I bet you'll be cursed if you touch it stupids!" Dudley cried. I haven't seen Dudley since he was six but I'm assuming his insult intelligence hasn't got better.
The shell was singing to me, and I could just barely hear my brother telling me to stop before I touched the shell. In one second everything froze and immediately became cold. Everything except Harry and me. We were shivering so intensely in August, just looking at everything. It was so unnaturally calm for a few seconds... until my world started to spin. I was standing in the center of a mini tornado in my own family room.
I wasn't dizzy but I wasn't not dizzy either. Harry screamed something at me but I couldn't hear him. I think he was saying his goodbyes like I was from the inside of a vortex I was caught in. Then Harry and Dudley collapsed and everything repositioned itself.
The widow fixed itself, Dudley's toys on the floor moved to a different part of the room and I saw some of my army men float to a cupboard under the stairs from Harry and my room upstairs. 

Then I started to scream again, about how I needed to stay and protect Harry. I needed to protect my big brother. I needed to protect my twin. The vortex got tighter and tighter. There was a pale white hand reaching out to me while the vortex got tighter and smaller. I was gasping for air, probably crying; the hand was getting closer and it was about to touch my scar-

"Percy. Wake up. Listen to me, it's safe, you're okay. Percy, you're okay." Someone was talking to me. It occurred to me I was crying and gasping in real life and that that was a memory of a dream. I was okay. A lamp turned on and I put a face to the voice.
"Do you need me to call Annabeth?" Nico di Angelo was standing at my bedside, making sure I was good? "Perce, please answer are you okay?" I could hear his voice wavering slightly.
"Yeah" I was still so shaken from the dream I didn't know if I could talk any more than that.
"Do you want me to get Annabeth?" Nick asked. I nodded and he walked out. I glanced down at my left palm, where I had a lightning-shaped scar. It hasn't hurt in years but I still can remember how much it used to hurt up to the point I couldn't focus on anything.

I kept thinking about Harry and if he was in the underworld. He probably died in that storm 12 years ago. If he was alive, would his scar hurt as badly as mine? Worse? I kept flashing back to that day and the moment the water vortex started closing in on me and Harry fell and how he was probably d-
"Percy?" Annabeth's voice called out "Percy, are you okay?"
"Wise Girl" I called her and she came to my bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me as I started to cry. We just sat there for a minute, me crying and her playing with my hair. "I'm so sorry Wise Girl," I whispered.
"You shouldn't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong, I've woken you uploads of times for nightmares," she said.
"I'm not sorry about that, I mean I am but I'm not." I dropped my fake American accent. My voice now is like a hybrid of both English and American. There are some words I say weird now, but that doesn't matter. "I'm sorry for not telling you."
"Perce you're scaring me..."
"I'm so sorry Annabeth. I didn't want you to think less of me. Or treat me different because of my past." I stopped crying and was waiting for Annabeth's response.
"What? I would never do that." She said.
"Look," Nico's voice told us he was still here. "This seems like a really touching moment and I wanna be here, trust me. But I think I'm going to go..."
"Sure Neeks. But, what were you doing in my cabin?" I asked him, hoping Annabeth would forget how I deliberately told her that I lied to her. Not my smartest move.
"I don't need to tell you everything." I and Annabeth both glared at him. "Alright. I was going to set your clock three hours ahead for the Stolls because I lost an odds-are. But I'm glad your okay Percy. Are you, okay?"
"I appreciate the honesty. And yeah, I'm good now." As I lied, he looked at me skeptically. I don't blame him. I was just having a nightmare. "Go get some sleep before wake up in" I checked the time on a little alarm clock I had next to my bed, "ninety minutes we have before the wake-up bell."
Nico nodded his goodbye and walked out.
"Do you wanna tell me about the dream?" Annabeth asked.
"No," I said rather suddenly. "I want to go back to sleep. I'm still tired. I'll milk that hour and a half for all it's worth." I said.
"Okay." She stood up and went to a bed right across from mine that was usually Tyson's. "I'll stay," I said a quick thanks and turned around so my back was facing my girlfriend. I was up just looking at the wall and thinking about Harry and what it would be like if I saw him today, after everything.

I didn't plan on falling asleep, but the conch shell and I was waking up. "Good morning and happy birthday Percy Jackson. You're officially 18 years old now." Annabeth said. "Let's ask the fates for 18 more."
"Thanks" I mustered a smile. It was officially the anniversary of the day I vanished leaving my brother alone with the Dursleys.