The Lost Son of Poseidon

Chapter Fourteen

Percy's POV

I was a little worried when Harry said he wanted to talk to me. He just woke up from what seemed to be a nightmare. It got me worried.

Chiron told me that there was a demigod wizard that he wanted to check up on. I just thought it couldn't be Harry. The rumors I've heard around the school, about what happened last year, it just couldn't be Harry.

I wanted Annabeth here. To help me back up our fake background. She had it planned out, so I wasn't much help when someone asked about what had happened to us last year. Leo and Nico didn't really help either. Leo hadn't helped out much on our first day here when he nearly spilled our secret. Nico didn't really talk to any of the other Slytherin kids, so it's not like he needed much of a back story.

Then there was the way that Harry had screamed when he woke up. If I knew any better, he had woken up from a very terrifying dream. The ones that demigods usually have. Then he had understood Ancient Greek that Annabeth had spoken to Leo in. Ok... maybe he was a demigod or something.

What had happened at the lake a few months ago didn't help my case either. The duel. I wasn't so sure how I held up so long against Harry. I had to think of something so I apperated to the lake. I didn't really think Harry would follow, or survive. That didn't really cross my mind at the moment.

I couldn't tell anybody that Harry had started to breath underwater for a short while. Not even Annabeth. Once he surfaced, I didn't want people to ask questions, so I tried to act natural. Even that didn't help.

Maybe I should just concentrate on what I should say to Harry.

I slowly walked over to the couch in front of the fire place and waited. Not that there was much to do.

Harry wasn't so far behind, and sat down on the couch opposite of me so that we could face each other without even having turn our heads.

"So," I started, "what did you want to talk to me about?"

He sighed and looked down. "It was this really weird dream."

I laughed. "I know weird dreams."

He looked up. "I know you're a son of Poseidon." he said.

My face paled. How did he find out? There goes our secret. What was I going to tell Annabeth? Should I just play it off? Should I tell him the truth?

"You got me." I sighed, "I am. But before you go telling everyone you know, how did you find out? Did someone tell you?"

"It was the dream. This thing in a golden coffin said your name and that you were a son of Poseidon."

"Kronos." I muttered. This had to be some sort of memory then. No way he find his coffin that fast.

He nodded. "He was talking to Voldemort... about some sort of back up plan."

Now I was worried. I had thought that Gaea was the backup plan. But if Voldemort was involved, then what was going on?

"He said something about two demigods going to-"

"Tartarus." I cut him off, "Two demigods going to Tartarus. I should have know that it wasn't an accident."

Harry continued, "He said something about if Voldemort were to die, all he had to do was curse one of those demigods and it could help him come back."

"What?" I muttered, "That's impossible. Even if he was able to get back form the doors of death, we closed them from both sides. It would have taken a while to get reformed."

Harry didn't ask any questions. Not any on why I was there, or on how I knew. I would have felt better if he did.

"There's more. Then the scene changed to... you... and Annabeth.... in Tartarus."