Demigods, Wizards, and Alchemists

Potions and Promises

"blah blah"- Speaking Greek (or a dream)

"blah blah"- Speaking Amestrian

'blah blah'- Thinking

*<*<*>*>* - Begin/end flashback

Disclaimer: Seeing as I am neither British, Japanese, or a man; it stands to reason that I am neither J.K. Rowling, Hiromu Arakawa, or Rick Riordan, which means I do not own their respective works. In addition, I do not own the song 'This is War' by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

Percy

After only two months of being at Hogwarts, Percy wasn't sure how much longer he could hold up. His problem didn't stem from the schoolwork, or the teachers, or hiding his true identity from his friends, or even from knowing all that would happen in several months. No; the thing that was pushing Percy closer to the edge was the same dream that had been reoccurring over the entire summer.

The dream itself hadn't changed at all, but the way in which it ended had. Rather than simply being startled awake, Percy found himself being ripped from his sleep, forced into wakefulness in such an abrupt manner that it left him shaking and gasping for breath, with an intense pain in his head. The first time it happened, on Percy's second night at Hogwarts, he had fallen back asleep soon after, only to have a repeat of the same experience. This had continued, night after night, for two months.

Needless to say, the lack of sleep and continued headaches were taking a toll on Percy's physical and mental state. He did his best to keep it hidden, but his condition was easily spotted by the more sharp-eyed teachers, such as Professor McGonagall, who had sent him straight to Madame Pomfrey after he nearly fell asleep in her class...again.

"When was the last time you had a full nights sleep?" The school nursed asked, narrowing her eyes at him and frowning severely.

"Um..." Percy shifted uncomfortably on the hospital bed. He didn't want to reveal exactly how bad he was getting... "It's...been a while?" He tried, attempting his usual grin but falling miserably short.

Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips. "From the looks of it, it's been more than 'a while'," she said with a disapproving head shake. "You're going to run yourself into the ground if you keep this up. What's so important that it would keep you from sleeping?"

"Nothing!" Percy answered truthfully. "I just...haven't been sleeping well recently. Bad dreams, you know?" He put on his best innocent-kid look.

Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows along with her wand, and a small bottle flew into her hand. "Drink this," she instructed, handing it to him. "It's a dreamless drought, so it should help you sleep."

"Right now?"Percy asked, surprised. "But I have Defense class in ten minutes -"

"I'll explain your absence to Professor Moody," Madame Pomfrey interrupted him. "You need sleep, and badly. Bottoms up, Jackson. Now."

Percy considered protesting more, but one look at Madame Pomfrey's stern face told him that he arguing would get him nowhere. With a sigh, he tipped his head back and drained the bottle. He had barely finished swallowing when he felt his head begin to cloud with drowsiness. Forgetting all about the bottle in his hand, Percy fell back onto the pillows and remembered no more.

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"...sure he's alright? He's been asleep for a long time..."