Haha get the chapter title? 'Cause it's like the show "I Dream of Genie" and (*spoilers* Circe's a sorceress and it falls under the magic category, like genies, and Percy has a dream about her) No?…. Okay… *cries*

I know it's been months since I updated, and I'm really, really sorry, but I finally finished and thank you so much for waiting this long! Here it is:

PERCY

A few days after Annabeth left, Percy had a dream. It wasn't his usual nightmare, but it scared him just as much, if not more than his memories of Tartarus.

Percy was in a field, no a forest, no an ocean, no a dungeon. His location kept shifting, so that Percy gave up trying to figure it out.

He saw a blurry image of a centaur with a white body. Percy couldn't tell if it was Chiron or Firenze. He said in a vague voice: "Do not reveal who you are, Percy. If you do, great turmoil will cause the destruction of wizards. Whatever you do, do not tell them about the gods and demigods… Remember my warning Percy… Remember…"

Everything faded away to whiteness until Percy was speeding over an ocean. It was more like the scenery was moving, because Percy felt still and calm and was standing on the water. Then the monsters started attacking. Left and right, Percy saw huge sea monsters that never slowed, but they didn't seem to be able to hurt him. Percy saw a little island on the horizon. Percy was moving so fast, that he reached the island in just a few seconds.

Percy vaguely remembered the island from somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The island was broken; with trash everywhere and some blood littered the ground. There were no boats in the docks, but Percy felt like there should be. He also felt like there should be people, but he seemed to be alone.

Percy then spotted the woman. She was beautiful, in a cruel, inhumane way. Her sleek brown hair was pulled back, and her once-beautiful dress was in tatters and had the golden ichor blood of immortals on it. Around her, anything not tied down began swirling around her. If it hadn't been a dream, Percy would have been killed, because all the scraps flying through the air was dangerous for anyone except the woman. But it was a dream, so all the pieces either avoided Percy, or the bigger ones flew right through him.

She seemed to be muttering to herself. "Perseus Jackson, I will have my revenge. You destroyed my island, and now you have given me the perfect opportunity. Going to that 'wizard' school gives me a chance not only to destroy you, but to seek my revenge on my mother, who always favored those little pets of hers more than me. I will gather all my forces, but that isn't even necessary. My powers outdo even the strongest 'wizards.' But that Potter boy might be a problem. He defeated my son, through a series of coincidences and chance. He shall be the second to be dealt with. But first, Perseus, I will destroy you, if I have to do it myself. Beware Perseus Jackson, beware." When she finished her evil rant, she looked right at Percy. She seemed to be looking into his soul, killing him from the inside out, but just as Percy thought he would burst into flames, he woke up.

Percy immediately sprang out of bed, not even bothering to change. He ran, trying to navigate the shadowy, stone, walls, but this was easier said than done. As confusing as Hogwarts was during the day, everything got more confusing at night. The dark shadows made everything look different than in the daylight, so it took Percy over an hour to find McGonagall's office.

When he finally got there, the stone gargoyle was asleep. "Black Tabby," he said impatiently. "Black Tabby!" It stayed asleep. "BLACK TABBY!" Percy shouted.

It woke with a start, then jumped to the side, "No need to shout! I'm right here! That's the issue with young ones these days, no respect."

Percy gave the stone gargoyle a weird look and rushed up the escalator stairs, two at a time. When he got to the door, Percy rapped hard on it, almost knocking the door down. "McGonagall!" he shouted, trying to wake her up.

The door opened and Percy almost punched McGonagall in the face, if he hadn't stopped just in time.

"What are you doing, Percy? It's three in the morning," said a bleary-eyed and flustered-looking McGonagall with bags under her eyes.

"I had a dream-" Percy started, but McGonagall immediately looked wide-awake, and she hushed Percy and pulled him into her office. She pushed him into a wooden chair in front of her desk, sat in one behind her desk, and said: "Go on."

Percy told her about the dream, and by the end of it, she was pacing her office and muttering under her breath. After what seemed like forever, she finally said: "The only thing we can do at this point is to keep quiet. Don't tell anyone about this, or about the gods and demigods."

But some kids made that difficult.

After class the next day, a familiar group of four kids came up to Percy. Well, he shouldn't really be calling them kids, seeing as most of them are older than him.

"Who are you?" the bushy-haired brunette, Hermione, who reminded Percy of Annabeth, asked him.

"What do you mean?" Percy said, not rudely.

"You write in Greek. You know how to use a sword. You are named after a hero in Greek mythology. Who are you?"

"My dad is from Greece. So I learned how to speak and write in it. That's also the reason I was named after Perseus, because he was one of the few heroes who had a good ending." Percy had his answers already prepared. Only parts of them were lies, but it was enough to make Percy nervous, especially after his dream, where he was warned about keeping his secret.

Hermione looked like she believed him, but still knew something about him, like she was still trying to get the truth out of him. "But if you're so 'heroic,'" Harry Potter, the boy with the Zeus scar on his forehead said, "why do have a dark mark on your arm?"

Percy tried to remember something from his lessons with McGonagall. A dark mark… a tattoo thing some of the evil wizards have on their left arms. "I don't."

"Then what's your tattoo? Prove you're not a Death Eater." The older redhead, Ron, said. He looked extremely suspicious still.

"That's where things get complicated," Percy started, not wanting to show them his S.P.Q.R. tattoo.

"Unless you want us to tell everyone you're a Death Eater, prove it." Ginny, the other redhead said, scaring Percy a little. The other boy, Harry also looked a little surprised.

"Um, fine." Percy rolled up his left sleeve and showed them his tattoo, with the letters SPQR, a trident, and one line on it. The two boys looked shocked, while Ginny looked confused, and Hermione looked worried.

Quite suddenly, Hermione walked away. This seemed to be a normal occurrence, because the two boys didn't bother to follow her or ask where she went. Ginny, however, followed Hermione, jogging a little to catch up.

"Where's she going?" Percy asked, since no one else seemed to want to.

"Library," Harry and Ron said simultaneously.

"Why?"

"She's Hermione," Ron said, as if this was completely obvious. "She's probably researching tattoos and variations of the Dark Mark and other things no one's ever heard of."

Percy tried to hide his worry from the two students. If Hermione looked up tattoos and SPQR, she might find something about Camp Jupiter, and figure out his secret.

"Oh, well, it's almost lunchtime, I have to go," Percy said hurriedly, wishing to get out of the conversation. He jumped down from his desk, where he was seated, and practically ran out of the classroom.

"Remember that girl, Hermione?"

"The smart one with the bushy hair?" Annabeth asked.

"Yeah, well she found something out."

"What do you mean?" Annabeth's image wavered a little, sending rainbow ripples through the iris-message.

"Some kids thought I was an evil wizard or something because of my SPQR tattoo," Annabeth's face darkened a little at the mention of his tattoo, but Percy continued, "They called it a 'dark mark' and apparently, all of Voldemort's followers had it."

Annabeth laughed slightly, "You, a dark wizard? Have they met you?"

"Anyway, I had to show it to them to prove that it wasn't that-"

Annabeth grew suddenly grave. "Percy, you didn't…"

"I had no other choice!" Percy whined. "And after she saw it, she rushed off to the library."

Annabeth put buried her face in her hands. "You can be such a seaweed brain sometimes."

"That's not the worst part, though."

Annabeth groaned, her face still hidden by her tan fingers, her nails painted a very chipped grey.

"She seemed to be putting two and two together to make four. The sword fighting, writing in Greek, my name, everything. She's definitely on to us, or me, at least."

"Please tell me that the Greek mythology books were removed from the library," Annabeth said, her voice muffled from talking through your hands."

"Yeah, I already checked."

"Well that's one piece of good news," Annabeth looked up from her hands, looking more beautiful than ever. "Did you tell McGonagall?"

"Yeah, she said she would look into it, and make sure Hermione stays out of this. On the bright side, she can't just look it up online, only books and old records and such."

"Good, now remember to stay inconspicuous."

"Stay what?"

"Be less obvious, Seaweed brain."

"Oh. I'll do my best."

"Love you," Annabeth flashed a blinding smile, which made Percy feel happy and giddy inside.

"Love you too." Annabeth broke the connection, just as he remembered something important.

"I had a dream last night-" Percy yelled to his empty room, before sighing and giving up. It was too bad, too. Annabeth would have know just what to do at the reparation of Circe.

Dun, dun, duuuuun! And the plot thickens! Now we got enemies, and a plot, and Hermione still doesn't know, so I'll try to update as soon as I can. Pls keep reading and I'll update more!