𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pjo x hp

xxix. of gods and monsters

𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒.

She felt one cut open her scar, over and over again. Her mind was too much of a mess to even react to the pain. It moved, and another one climbed on top of her, its hand pressing down on her chest, crushing her lungs.

She tried to scream, to call for help, but her voice wouldn't work. The dragons came closer, panting at the sight of fresh meat. That was all Raya was to them.

Her shirt was soaked with blood, and she didn't even know how she was still alive. She stared in horror as a dark red dragon clamped it's mouth over her leg.

The dream changed suddenly.

She saw an hourglass, heard voices whispering about the time, yelling from somewhere around. 

There was an animal, struggling against his bonds. Someone was drunk, and the Whomping Willow was making noise.

She heard whispered thank yous, and rushed goodbyes. She heard someone yelling furiously from somewhere beyond. And then...

The dream shifted again.

A voice sung to her softly in another language. Raya didn't know the words, but the voice, and the melody, it made her sleeping self drowsy. She felt safe.

She was being rocked again, but not by the creature this time. It was a human, holding her close as they sang softly. Lights decorated the walls behind the person, giving the gloomy room a small bit of light.

She saw bright grey eyes that matched her own, a small smile as the person rocked her softly.

She reached towards those eyes...

The dream changed once more.

Voices were shouting at each other, yelling and screaming, and asking how they could let this happen. She heard accusations being thrown around, while others tried to calm everyone down.

A dark voice laughed at the chaos.

Raya sat up gasping.

"Breathe, Miss Newbrooke," Madam Pomfrey appeared from out of nowhere. "You alright? Eat some chocolate. Drink some of this. You need it."

Raya did as she was told, looking around the empty hospital wing.

"Where's Harry, Ron, and Hermione?" she asked.

"I kicked them out," Madam Pomfrey answered. "I had to kick all of your Ravenclaw friends out too. Some of them tried camping outside the hospital wing, but Filch chased them off."

"How long have I been out?" Raya clutched her head.

She felt like she'd gotten no sleep, but at least her body was recovered from using her powers.

"A little over two days," Pomfrey answered. "Mister Potter said something about ambrosia, but we don't have any on us. We had to use potions and wait for you to wake up the old fashioned way."

"Sirius," Raya muttered suddenly. "What happened to Sirius?"

Madam Pomfrey looked a little annoyed, "Black escaped at the last second. No one knows how, but he somehow managed it."

Raya blinked, "I need to see Harry."

"No," Madam Pomfrey made her sit. "I'm not letting you go until tomorrow morning. You're in very bad shape Miss Newbrooke."

"I'm fine," Raya muttered, thinking about the scar on her back.

She froze momentarily, remembering that she'd told everyone about it.