"Percy was going to use his powers to control Voldemort. If it didn't go the way it was supposed to- if nothing worked, Percy's plan was to kill him- make him choke on his own blood," Annabeth said.

"Maybe he just needs sleep?" Ron suggested. Everyone casted him reluctant looks. "Watch- I bet you he'll be better by morning."

~~~

Percy turned in his sleep. He couldn't get comfortable. Thoughts of what was happening were running rampant through his head and he couldn't stop them.

Frustrated, Percy got out of bed. Percy snuck out of the dorm, through the corridors, and past his friends in the Great Hall.

He could barely make out something Annabeth saying something about him, but he ignored it. Carefully and quietly, Percy left Hogwarts.

He ran across the lawn and he was seconds away from jumping into the lake before he realized it would do him more harm than good. Percy kicked a rock into the lake.

He picked up another and chucked it across the water.

And another.

And another.

Eventually, Percy was surrounded by dented grass and dirt with holes from where rocks used to be.

He fell down onto the bank of the lake.

He let a tear fall down his cheek.

Who was he, without his powers?

Percy sat, silent, at the edge of the water for what felt like hours. The only company he had was the goosebumps on his skin from the breeze, and the sound of the water lapping at the shore.

Without even realizing it, he fell asleep.

"We have to act soon, Severus."

Percy was standing in what he now believed was Voldemort's super secret mission headquarters. Snape and Voldemort sat in their usual spots around the large mahogany table, surrounded by Death Eaters.

Percy recognized Lucious and Bellatrix from their surprise rendezvous at Malfoy Manor. He saw Draco frowning at the ground, next to them and what Percy assumed was Draco's mom.

"Yes, M'lord," Snape replied.

Percy glared. If he could stab Snape, he would. Maybe it's a good thing celestial bronze doesn't work on wizards.

He continued to watch the conversation, only understanding bits and pieces of what was happening. Nothing really piqued his interest until Voldemort said: "By the end of tomorrow, the boy will be dead., and Hogwarts will fall."

Percy froze. Was he talking about Harry? His question soon became answered when Snape questioned Voldemort.

"And what about Jackson?"

"Ah, yes," Voldemort mused. "I have plans for Perseus, but none compare to what She has to offer."

Percy's mind raced. Plans? She? What was he talking about?

As if Voldemort could hear him, the wizard turned towards Percy and looked directly at him.

"We shall meet soon, Perseus."

With that, his dream faded away.

Percy woke up in a cold sweat... and partly in the lake. It was still dark out, and his right leg was submerged under water.

He stood up, surveying his very wet, and cold leg.

Whatever Voldemort was planning, it was going to happen soon. Like tomorrow, soon. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was nearly one in the morning.

Percy ran his hands through his hair. What was he going to do? He had to tell everyone of course, but then... he shook his head. No. He had to tell them.

But then... no. It would be wrong to keep this from them. The sooner everyone found out, the more time there was to prepare.

But what if...?

No.

No.

But if...?

All he had to do was solve this before Voldemort could attack. He had about a day. He wasn't going to lose any more people in this war.

Not if he could stop it.

And he could. Percy had the Curse of Achilles. He didn't need his demigod powers. He just had to not get his finger cut off.

Easy enough.

Percy glanced back at Hogwarts, already regretting what he was about to do.

He couldn't let any more of his friends get hurt.

He wouldn't, not when he could stop it.