Wormtail was standing in a dark room, cringing at the sight of the front of the armchair, which was facing the soft glow of the fireplace. "Wormtail, remember the plan." A rasping voice hissed, and wormtail naked at his fingernails. "We must take Harry Potter's blood in order to bring my body back- and no worries. This year Hogwarts will be hosting a special event, as Bertha told us, the Triwizard tournament. My most trusted one shall bring Harry Potter to me, during this when no one knows or realises. The boy who lived will finally be mine to kill!". Wormtail seemed terrified at the very thought of this. "But , m-m-master, we don't r-really need to go through all these s-s-s-situations just for one boy. Why not use a-another person? W-wouldn't t-that work?". The dark lord laughed, and said, "ha, but my dear Wormtail, don't you understand? With his blood, I shall bear his mother's sacrifice, and I will be more powerful then before. I will kill Harry Potter.".

Harry woke up, his scar burning, and it took a while to realise he was in the Weasley's house. Not wanting to disturb Ron, he carefully thought got out of bed and started thinking about his dream. Every time he tried to grasp on to the details, it slipped away like water.

Harry wanted to tell someone about his scar, but Professor Dumbledore was surely busy, and , anyways, he didn't know where Dumbledore lived. Wasn't there a person who could understand him, who had the same experience and was like a parent to him? Harry smacked his forehead with his hand, which hurt his scar more. Seething, he started writing about his dream to Sirius.

When Sirius Black received Harry's message, he was enjoying the sunlight with Buckbeak. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a snowy owl came flying towards him. "Hedwig! Long-time-no-see, my friend. What brings you here?" Serius asked politely. She dropped an envelope on him and impatiently flapped her wings. The letter read;

Dear Sirius,

Thanks for your last letter. The bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window.

Now that I'm at Ron's place, I can hardly wait to see the Quidditch World Cup.

A weird thing happened this morning, though. My scar hurt again, and I had a horrible dream where Voldemort

was plotting to... kill me. I can't remember the details. Last time this kind of thing happened it was because Voldemort was at Hogwarts. But I don't reckon he can be anywhere near me now, can he? Do you know if cursed scars sometimes hurt years afterward?

I'll send Hedwig when she gets back; she's off hunting at the moment. Say hello to Buckbeak for me.

Harry

Sirius immediately sent a letter to Dumbledore, and wrote a quick response back to his godson.

It had been a few months since their last quest/ battle, and Percy and Annabeth were enjoying the sunshine on Percy's favourite place in all of Camp Half Blood- the lake. "Wow, it feels like we haven't been alone together for ages," Annabeth exclaimed. "But I would rather go to an architect museum if this was a date.". "No way am I agreeing to that, Wise Girl," Percy grinned, as he kissed the top of her lovely blonde curls. "It feels so nice, just like this. Maybe we should-" "-Percy! Annabeth! Chiron wants to see you." Nico panted.

"Why? Can't you see we're having some private time here?" Percy asked, teasingly. "Umm.. Sorry," Nico blushed, which was slightly unlikely except when he was with Will Solace. "Anyways, Chiron wants to see you. Something about another problem... I'm not going to go, he said it was a private meeting with Thalia, you, Annabeth and Jason." Nico gazed darkly at the water as a few skeletons and dead bodys fought their wat above the beach around him. "Woah! Nico, slow down." Annabeth cried. Nico glanced around, and looked bewildered. "Sorry." He said plainly, and with that, he walked away, leaving a trail of darkness behind him. "Let's go find out what all this is about." Annabeth said. "Sure, Wise Girl.".