Hello, little midgets! I am the author! This is the book you are gonna read! Just telling you, if you're a little slow. But hey, maybe you won't read it. Maybe you'll decide it's terrible after the first paragraph!

I am getting off track...

I don't own Harry Potter or HOO or PJO. I do own Sylvia Rutho and the plot.

READ ON, MY LITTLE MIDGETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Harry POV

As we sat down for breakfast, I couldn't help but think about how little excitement is going on.

I know we have a break now, since Voldemort has been locked in the Alcatraz of the Fields of Punishment and Gaea put to sleep again, but still! I'm used to it! It feels sort of wrong without any excitement.

But I did get my parents back. :)))))))))))))

Ginny probably noticed me being quiet and not eating because she said, "Harry, is something wrong?"

I looked down and replied, "Nothing much, I just feel weird having such a quiet life. All my life, Voldemort has been a pest."

This caused laughter to erupt from the table.

"You saying you want another Voldemort?" Hermione teased.

My face turned red. "No, that's-"

"Bloody Hell, that's the last thing we need right now!" Ron exclaimed, cutting me off.

"As I was saying, that's not what I meant. I mean, we have the Ministry and Rita Skeeter following us around, but that's different. I wish we could do something different."

"We could go to India for vacation," Ginny suggested. ((India! I am from there))

"Or Rome," I put in.

"We could go to Camp Half-Blood," Ron also suggested.

We all stared at him.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"Nothing, it's just that you actually had a good idea," Hermione said in awe.

"Well, to Camp we go," I said.

----linebreak that is the brother of Bobbina, Bob. Imma go cry now----

"Okay, I sent an Iris-Message to Camp saying we'll be there. Let's go to the airport," Hermione commanded.

"'Mione," Ron whined. "why do you have to be so bossy?"

"Shut up, Ron." She blushed.

"See what I mean?"

"Ronald."

"Yes, mum."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but gave Ron a peck on his cheek. They had started dating over the time that the demigods were at Hogwarts. Like Ginny and I, actually. ((OMGS when I was typing Ginny, I accidentally wrote Hinny.))

Mr. Weasley drove us to the airport. When we were in the air, like any normal muggle, I fell asleep. And I had a dream. But it wasn't any normal dream. Let me tell you.

-in dream-

I was watching a girl sob. She was in a lavatory, holding a knife to her wrist. There were already slashes across it.

The girl had amethyst-colored eyes and brown hair. I recognized her as Sylvia Rutho, a Ravenclaw. If I am correct, she should be in her seventh year. She is also a daughter of Pluto.

I watched her slash the blade across her wrists a little more. I instantly felt bad. If I had known she was self-harming, I would be friends with her. I wanted to call out to her, take the blade away, use a spell to heal her, but I couldn't. My body was stuck and my voice didn't work.

Suddenly, a look came across her face.

"Never again," she whispered. She dropped the blade and using magic, cleared all evidence of her self-harming, and walked out.

The dream shifted.

It was also a dream about Sylvia, but it was different.

This time, she was sitting in a throne. Her dark hair looked even darker and it was braided down to her right in a regal way. Her amethyst eyes looked darker and stood out more against her now pale skin; paler than Nico's. She was wearing elegant silver and gold robes. The throne was made of black and red. I don't know how else to describe it other than that. It was literally pitch black with streaks of inky blood red.

In her hands, she was twirling a wand. The base, or the handle, had a man's face. It was twisted in shock, agony, and sadness. The body of her wand was twisted and crooked. Her eyes held a power-hungry light.

In other words, she looked evil.

Suddenly, a snake-ish voice came out of nowhere.

"My Queen," it said.

"Durnhap, there is no time for addressing. You must awaken it. I will begin there, the place that they called home," she replied. Her tone was filled with venom when she said "home."

They started conversing in another language, but I felt like I should know it. I had heard someone use it.

-dream ended-

I woke up with a gasp.

"Harry?" Ginny's voice was laced with concern.

"I woke up from a nightmare. It was... disturbing," I answered.

She knit her eyebrows in concern. "Can you tell me?"

I told Ginny all the details. By the time I was done, her eyes were wide, she was a little pale, and her eyes wouldn't meet mine.

This was my time to ask if everything was alright.

She looked out the window.

"Ginny?" I asked, "Is there something you're not telling me? I'm fine if you don't want to tell me, though."

"No, I should tell you," she said. "Sylvia is my friend. I kept people from bullying her about her eyes, about her being muggleborn, about her being mysterious and quiet. I was her only friend. After the demigods left Hogwarts, she revealed herself as a daughter of Pluto, though she had never been to camp. None of the demigods knew that she was a daughter of Pluto. People bullied her more after she revealed herself. I was the only one that could be able to talk to her. She would run away if anyone else, except the professors, tried to talk to her. When I had to leave Hogwarts, we didn't know what to do. She would keep being bullied. I tried to give her a few tips about how to keep them away. We tried to keep in touch, but it wasn't working. Maybe she was self-harming because the bullying got out of hand. The part in which she looks evil could be Morpheus messing with you."

"You're right," I agreed, "She probably isn't evil. She's in Ravenclaw. She's supposed to make smart choices.

She forced a smile. "Yeah, you're probably right. She would make smart choices."

I smirked. "Of course I'm right. I am simply brilliant!"

She laughed and gave me a kiss.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.
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So, that was the first chapter. See you all, little midgets!

-da dam author