In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 88: I Take An Impromptu And Deadly Vacation.

Ron, Bailey and Hermione watched Harry and me nervously all through dinner, not daring to talk about what we'd overheard, because Percy was sitting close by us. I was perfectly fine, though.

When we went upstairs to the crowded common room, Fred, George and I had set off half a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end-of-term high spirits.

We spent most of the night sitting around the fireplace, joking and talking. But when they started to talk about what they wanted to do after Hogwarts, I got really quiet.

"What about you, K?" Said Fred. "What do you want to do?"

"Well, I would love to be a healer, but there is a good chance that I wont live to graduate."

"Oh yeah..." They said.

"And over the summer me and Perc learned that we are most likely are part of a prophecy. The prophecy basically says that when we both turn 16, there is going to be a war and if we don't win, it's basically the end of the world."

"How fun." They said.

"Yup. On that cheerful note, I am going to turn in."

"Night, K."

"Night, Georgie."

"Night, Love."

"Night, Freddie." I made my way upstairs.

꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁

"Harry, Karlee, you-you look terrible. "

I hadn't gotten to sleep until daybreak. Nothing keeps you awake more than talking about dying! I had woken up to find the dormitory deserted, dressed, and gone down the spiral staircase to a common room that was completely empty except for Ron, who was eating a Peppermint Toad and massaging his stomach, and Bailey and Mione, who had spread their homework over three tables.

"Where is everyone?" said Harry. I spun around and saw him standing on the stairs to the boys dormitory.

"Gone! It's the first day of the holidays, remember?" said Ron, watching Harry closely. "It's nearly lunchtime; I was going to come and wake you up in a minute."

I slumped into a chair next to the fire. Snow was still falling outside the windows. Crookshanks was spread out in front of the fire like a large, ginger rug.

"You really don't look well, you know," Hermione said, peering anxiously into my face.

"I'm fine," said Harry and me.

"Harry, Karlee, listen," said Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron and Bailey, "you must be really upset about what we heard yesterday. But the thing is, you mustn't go doing anything stupid. "

"Like what?" said Harry.

"Like trying to go after Black," said Ron sharply.

I could tell they had rehearsed this conversation while we had been asleep. We didn't say anything.

"You won't, will you?" said Bailey.

"Because Black's not worth dying for," said Ron.

Harry and I looked at them. They didn't seem to understand at all.

"D'you know what we see and hear every time a Dementor gets too near us?" Ron, Bailey and Hermione shook their heads, looking apprehensive. "We can hear my mum screaming and pleading with Voldemort. And if you'd heard your mum screaming like that, just about to be killed, you wouldn't forget it in a hurry. And if you found out someone who was supposed to be a friend of hers betrayed her and sent Voldemort after her-"