As soon as Not-Harry left, I searched frantically for water. Eventually, I found a small puddle of it in the corner. I concentrated, and it floated over to my chest, slowly mending the broken bones. I knew Not-Harry would be angry and would probably kill me, but I'd rather die trying to fight it than because of a stupid baseball bat.
After what seemed like years, however, he didn't come back. I waited and waited, expecting him to come and taunt me some more, but he never did. He never came back. I slowly started to panic, knowing that he had led me through a maze of halls that were practically impossible to navigate. Would anyone ever find me? Or would I end up like my friend in the corner- just a pile of unidentifiable bones?
Soon afterwards, I realized how hungry I was. Not-Harry had never fed me, and I wondered how long it had been since I had eaten.
Gradually the hunger grew and grew, until my stomach hurt, as if it had resorted to eating itself instead of waiting patiently for food. I fell asleep one night, curled up in a tiny ball.
I was awoken by someone gently shaking my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, everything around me was so bright that I had to wait a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. When they did, however, familiar gray eyes were looking down on me.
"Hey Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said smiling. "Welcome to Elysium."
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Percy Jackson at.... Hogwarts?
FanfictionPercy Jackson is broken. After the Giant War, Camp Half-Blood's protective barriers were destroyed, and he was the only one who escaped. He watched his friends and family be slaughtered by an army of monsters, and he has nothing left to lose. When P...
