Demigods at Hogwarts

Dreams

I don't own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus or Harry Potter. They belong to J.K Rowling and Rick Riordan.

Bold is Author, Italics is thoughts, Underlined is Greek/Latin, Underlined italics is Italian or Spanish.

These are the dreams. Enjoy- actually, don't. I have a weird sense of humour. I wrote these while laughing.

There will be abuse, rape, attempted suicide, death and self harm in this chapter. It is also a bit descriptive.

Annabeth POV

As I went to sleep, cuddling into Percy, I prayed for a good night sleep. Yeah, not happening.

IN THE DREAM

Dream Helen stalked over to my bed with a small bag. I covered my face with my hands. She is going to hit me. She is going to hit me. Helen threw my bag at my face, scraping my cheek and started yelling at me.

"GET OUT! GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK!"

I cried back, "What about dad?!"

She smirked evilly, "Your father never cared about you. He thinks that you're an obnoxious bitch who is never grateful for the work he does to support you and your family. He won't care if you leave." She walked back inside and slammed the door.

I was sobbing, my tiny 7 year old body curling into itself on the pavement. I knew I could go back in, I knew where the key was or I could wait for dad to come back. But what if Helen was right? What if dad didn't want me? And even if I went back in, do I really want to deal with everything Helen says to me?

I got up, brushing my tears away angrily, picked up my muddy bag and ran away from the house.

I felt myself grow taller, like I was ageing rapidly. I was in Tartarus again, abseiling the giant cliff to get to the Phlegethon, but it was Jason beside me instead of Percy. What was going on?

"The Phlegethon? Sounds like a marathon for hawking spitballs." Jason said, his low, husky voice floating through the air. Wait, what?

"Please don't make me laugh." I heard myself beg him.

"Just trying to keep things light, Wise Girl." What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.

The dream changed. I was out of Tartarus, inside the Temple of Fear.

I was shaking my head aggressively, trying to back out of Piper's iron grip. She touched our foreheads together and closed her beautiful, colour changing eyes.

"Fear can't be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They're like love. They're almost identical emotions. That's why Ares and Aphrodite like each other. Their twin sons - Fear and Panic - were spawned from both war and love."

I sighed shakily, "I love you Piper."

"I love you too, Annabeth."

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against Piper's soft, full ones.

Then I woke up.

Reyna POV

As I went to sleep, I prayed for a good night sleep. I did not get a good night sleep.

IN THE DREAM

I was in an 8 year old body. I was cleaning the floor, scrubbing the alcohol and blood stains that were absorbed into the wood. Hylla was out so she was safe. Father would beat her, but Hylla would say he also fucked her.