Apparently No Potter Has luck

Chapter 5: I'm fine

Harry POV

I frowned at my new brother. We get into this cool, new, giant house, and he's discovered he's a wizard, and the first thing he does is take out a muggle invention? Headphones, if I remember from the Dursley's correctly. And a phone. A really small one. Plus, where's his sense of adventure? Where is the Gryffindor in him?

Then a thought hit me. What if we weren't in the same house? What if he turned out to be in Hufflepuff? No, he doesn't exactly seem like the easy-going puff. Slytherin? No, he's probably not evil. Maybe just misunderstood. Ravenclaw doesn't exactly seem him, he shows no intention of studying before the year starts. But then, Gryffindor doesn't seem him either. He doesn't seem particularly brave or warm or heroic. The sorting hat is going to have to make quite the decision this year.

I sat down and nudged him. He looked up at me, having about to have put the device in his ear.

"Yeah?" He asks, hands lowering.

"I'll give you a tour of the house, come on." I purposely phrased it as a request, not a question.

"Naw I'm good." He answered. "I really don't care."

"Wasn't a question." I snarked, slightly annoyed. I mean seriously. The nerve of this guy. I literally see no resemblance on the personality part. We did look similar though, kinda. Same messy black hair and green eyes, although his hair was less 'stick up' and his eyes leaned more towards the blue then my emerald green ones.

He groaned and got up slowly, wincing like he was in pain.

"Are you okay?" I ask slowly, tilting my head slightly

I see him swallow hard, and I know he's hiding something. "Ye- yeah. I... I'm f- fine." Then he breaks down and starts to sob, which was weird. He had seemed so mature and put together a couple seconds ago.

I immediately started to panic slightly. I wasn't exactly the best at calming people down. So I ended up just plopping down on the bed a tugging him so he was sitting next to me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and he leaned into it.

Percy POV

After finally coming to my senses, I hurriedly rubbed my face, hoping my eyes wouldn't turn red later.

"So, wanna share?" Harry asked me softly.

I took a couple of deep breaths. In, and out. In, and out. Then I shook my head. "I wouldn't want to be a burden on you." I murmured softly. "It's really a problem I have to get over myself." Which is technically true, just not the full truth.

He looks slightly hurt, but instead of making a smart remark, just whispers; "ok, I'll leave you to your thoughts. I hope you can get over with whatever it is."

Oh, I wish I could. I was sorry for letting us get close at all.

Then he got up and left, leaving the room feeling dark and empty. My curse, my problem, was not one anyone, or anything, could help me with. I was going to die sooner or later and I knew it. I just refused to believe it.

I walked back to where I was pretty sure the bathroom was and eventually got there. I totally didn't get lost a couple times. Nope, not at all.

I slammed the door shut behind me, making sure to lock it. Deep breaths, you're fine. I start to hyperventilate.

"NOPE!" I yelled quietly to myself, "stop before you make things worse, you idiot!"

I wait until I'm calm, then pull up the back of my shirt, grimacing when I saw the webs of black veins, spreading slowly but surely. Dang, the curse of Achilles really can get you if your mortal anchor is taken.

Yeah, because I 'lost' Annabeth, I'm dying. Good to know I can't live without her. Literally.

I slide painfully against the wall, back completely carpet burned, falling to the floor in utter and complete defeat. Why am I still trying? No one would care if I died. No one would notice if I was gone. So why am I still here and not in the Underworld? Why haven't I just ended everything?

An image of Harry flashed through my mind. Of course, my brother needed me. My actual brother. Not just some wannabe hero tha happened to be partially related to me. He's like another Orion, just some bastard I know. Although I don't know if Orion is actually a bastard, so... i'll just go with Trinton instead

I got to my feet slowly. I would not give up, not until my brother was safe.

And with that thought in my head, I doubled over and coughed into my sleeve, knowing well that blood was being expelled from my body from the horrible physical state I was in. Now I just needed to figure out how to save Harry without

1. Letting him know of my heritage

2. Letting him know of my sickness

Great, just great.