The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

17. Not Cool Annabeth

POV Harry

"Harry. Please." Hazel said, she kept following me as I walked out of the castle.

"No."

"Harry, he's your brother."

"I'm not so sure he is Hazel." I shot back coolly.

Percy seemed to be keeping things, important things, from me. Then he yelled that our dad isn't our dad. Up until summer he didn't even know his name. This is his fault. He touched that stupid shell. Him leaving is the reason I didn't have friends until I was 11. He left and I moved into that stupid cupboard under the stairs. Now I can't be in small spaces without feeling like I can't breathe. He abandoned me and I had to do almost everything alone, with nobody to understand me. Of course I had Ron and Hermione but there are somethings I couldn't tell them.

"You can't... okay. So maybe he's not your brother." Hazel thought aloud.

"What?" I turned around. Hazel crashed right into me. I didn't think she would take my side.

"You might be related by blood but if you don't feel that way, you don't. At least let me walk with you. You look like you're in need of a friend."

"...alright. But if you want me to talk about Percy or feelings, I'll hex you. And I want you to answer my questions."

"Only questions about me. I won't answer for Annabeth or Percy."

"Fine." And I walked to the docks with Hazel at my side.

Once we got there, I sat down and looked at Hazel.

"How did I know you died?" She said looking out at the water. I nodded. "I touched your hand that first night we met."

"Well, that explains everything."

"Well, after I touched you, my arm went all numb and I saw a this flashing green light in the middle of a forest and heard someone yell the killing curse. The scar on your head helped me a bit when I was figuring this all out. You have another one, don't you. From where the curse hit you the second time?"

"Erm... yeah. But I haven't told people that yet. How would you know?"

"I've told you. My dad knows a lot about death and the afterlife and underground and stuff." she explained. "And I died too. I have a scar." She lifted her hair and showed me the back of her neck. There was a there was a white line from her right ear to the start of her spine.

"What?"

"Yeah. I died in Alaska, the land without gods, back in the 1940's." she laughed like that was a normal thing to say. "The Ghost King, my brother, brought me to camp where I met Percy, later Annabeth and started my new life."

"Im going crazy, arent I?"

"Whats the point of having friends of they dont make you feel a bit insane?"

"I guess you're right." I was laughing now "Can I ask how you died? Is that, rude or something?" I wasn't sure if she would answer. I wouldn't want to explain it.

She explained that her mom moved her to Alaska from Louisiana -which is in the south part of America which is why she has a different accent than Annabeth- and had tried to do some dangerous magic with Hazel's help. Hazel has tried to summon a giant, that would ultimately kill her. Her fathers fatal nemesis. She died when she realized that she would be ending the world if she kept going and destroyed the cave she was working in. She killed her mom and herself in the process. "Not what you expected huh?" She finished.

"I have to be honest no, not even a bit." I smiled and she laughed her breathy soft laugh.

Ron, Hermione and the others all joined us at the docks. "How'd you know where to find us?" I asked.