Harry Potter & Percy Jackson: Dark Waters.

in this situation. He was 'lost', and this was a test of survival, not one of him finding civilization.

First priority, find water. He looked around, then closed his eyes. He didn't hear the trickling of water. He opened his eyes again. The sky was overcast, low and dark and ominous, and Harry frowned up at it. If it started raining, he'd be in even more trouble.

He identified a spot that he thought looking like it was downhill, and started walking. For close to an hour, he walked through the thick forest, the ground uneven.

The overcast sky suddenly let loose with thunder and lightning – and copious amount of rain. Harry bit back a curse as the cold and wet hit him – Hestia didn't like bad language, and she was the last person Harry wanted to offend.

So he bit back on his language, found a halfway decent spot, and hurriedly pitched his tent. Zoë, his ever-present shadow, was dressed warmly in thick winter clothing with a hood thrown over her head to stave off the rain. He wished he had similar equipment. Her ten was up before his was, and he shot her a look. She merely grinned at her self-pitching tent.

Harry tried dragging some twigs and branches together to start a fire. The fire started, thanks to his Hestia-taught skills, but it sputtered out immediately thanks to the torrential rain. Harry guessed Muster Zeus was definitely taking his anger out on him right now.

He crawled into his tent, and spread out his sleeping bag. Without a fire, the tent was damp and cold, but the sleeping bag kept him off the freezing ground. He crawled into it after shedding most of his cold and wet clothing. He shivered, despite the heavy insulation of both tent and sleeping bag.

His head was hurting slightly; his mouth was dry. He was dehydrated, not having drank anything for quite a while and having exerted himself quite badly. He listened to the downpour, and debated whether it would be worth it to capture any of the rain.

The best he had was his canteen or his cup, which wouldn't capture anything in any sort of timescale where it would be useful. So he tried to sleep.

He managed some half-asleep dreaming, where his body was in a constant state of readiness. By the time he crawled out of his tent the next morning, he felt like he may as well not have slept at all. Luckily, the thunderstorm had passed.

He re-ignited the firewood he had dragged together the evening before, and crawled next to it to warm up. Zoë, as if smelling he was up, came out of her tent and collapsed it back into a pack of gum. He had to make sure it was high enough so it wouldn't catch on fire itself, and it took his several hours to finish.

When Harry finished his task, he stepped back and looked at his construction. His stomach growled, he was hungry. He'd only eaten a couple of hands of blueberries, nowhere near enough. However, he was used to being hungry and right now, he needed to gather firewood.

"'T is extraordinary how good thou art at making fire," she commented, sitting down on the other side of it.

"Hestia taught me to make fire," Harry commented. "If there's anyone good at makikng fire, it's the Goddess of the Hearth."

Zoë dipped her head, acknowledging his comment.

When the worst of the cold had leeched out of his bones, Harry sighed, and started breaking down his tent and repacking his bag. When he had done so, he stopped the fire with a wave of his hand. He sighed, looked around, and started walking in what he thought was downhill. The slope was gentle, so gentle that he hardly recognized it.

After a bit of walking, he reached a small clearing. In it, was something that made him smile.

Blueberries!

There weren't a lot of them, as birds like them too. He found maybe two hands full, but it was better than nothing and they made a decent breakfast.

Keeping on his course, he suddenly heard the trickling of water. Grinning, he increased his pace, finding a small stream trickling down. Grinning widely, he knelt down. For a moment, he debated on boiling the water, before reaching down and drinking. He was just so thirsty!

The first water in 24 hours felt so good going down that he drank deeply and greedily.

After drinking his fill, he trekked back just a few minutes, making sure that he was high enough not to be inundated in case of floods. After pitching his tent, he decided that he wasn't going to be without a fire if the weather acted up again, so he started making a sort-of roof to keep his fire under. As he drifted along the sides of the clearing, he noticed some of the plants growing there.

Curly Dock. It was edible, as long as the leaves and stems were young. The root had medicinal purposes, but you couldn't eat too much of it or you'd get stomach cramps. Picking the plants, and digging up the roots, Harry proceeded to take them back to his campsite.

Heavily laden with wood and plants, Harry stumbled back into his campsite, and he immediately set to stoking a fire. Baking the dock roots, he ate some of the dock leaves and stems. They tasted bitter, he didn't like them much.

Having done so, and starting his fire, he realized that the sun was already setting. It was going tobe dark in an hour or so. He sighed, search for, and found, some spruce trees, and gathered two handfuls of spruce needles.

Filling his canteen at the stream, he used it to make himself a cup of spruce needle tea. He was still hungry, but at least the needle tea would give him some nutrients. It tasted really good, too – like how a Christmas tree smelled.

When the sun set, Harry stoked up the fire to heat up his tent. Leaving one side open to the fire, he went to sleep. That night, he slept like a log, despite his hunger.

He woke up the next morning still hungry, and shivering. The fire had run out of fuel during the night and he hadn't had the energy to gather more.

And so, he gathered more firewood. He could do without food for a while longer, but he needed fire to keep himself warm. The mountains were freezing cold at night.

As he gathered firewood, he had drifted back to the clearing he had crossed on his way down. His eyes fell on something, and Harry smiled faintly. He'd reached the stage where his body had gone into a hyper-alert state in an effort to assist him in finding food.

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