Disclaimer; I own neither ficional world. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling and Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan.

Percy POV

Today was the day that everything that Percy truly loved was buried deep underground. He stood there, it was raining, of course, it was raining; it always rains at funerals. To many, it appeared to be just another funeral, another headstone in a sea of death but to Percy, it was the day a remarkable woman was left to rest. A remarkable woman who had always been by his side no matter what. Today he buried his mum.

Paul stood on his left, his eyes fixed on the coffin being lowered into the ground, in one of the many cemeteries in New York. Tears were freely falling from his stepfather's eyes, his own eyes, however, remained tearless. All he could do was stare emptily at her coffin where her cold, dead body lay. Gods, he would miss her.

He had already lost so much recently. Annabeth. Gods don't think about it. He tried to shake the memories that plagued his mind but when he closed his eyes he was falling. Falling into hell, her in his arms, her blood seeping from a fatal wound to her lungs, covering him in her warm, sticky blood. He remembered feeling her heartbeat slow and fade until it stopped. He remembered feeling the warmth seep from her body until she was cold. And yet still not letting go. What happened to together? He remembered screaming, crying; no one would ever hear him. He was truly alone. He remembered landing in a river of misery, it was cold, just as cold as her. He remembered using the last bit of strength, dragging himself from the water, still clutching on to her corpse. He could remember the horror that awaited him; the glass rocks, the thick sulphurous air and the darkness that shrouded the place. He remembered dragging her for miles until he saw the river of fire. He remembered the fire that once burned so brightly in her eyes and that's when he knew he had to let her go. He kissed her forehead and then let the tide pull her away; she had never burned so brightly.

Opening his eyes he saw that now his mum was truly gone, to never be within his reach ever again. It was all his fault. There is only so much that someone can take. And his mum had reached her breaking point after he fell into the depths of hell, his mum fell too though not physically but emotionally. And then the day he won the battle against Gaia, she too was gone. She became so fragile, so unwell that when she fell at home banging her head against the floor, she didn't get back up and instead went into a coma; her life depending on a machine before that too was switched off. Percy hoped at least it was peaceful. Like going to sleep.

The crowds of people dispersed. Now it was just him, Paul and another man, who looked just like Paul. They were deep in conversation, the other man glancing at him every so often. Percy didn't want to disturb them so he stood there. After a long five minutes, Paul leads the man over.

Percy just looked at them. He didn't know what to do and to be honest he didn't really care. Now the pair stood in front of him, both had their eyes on him.

Paul began to speak "Percy I know this isn't the best of circumstances" he coughed, tears brimming his eyes " but I'd like you to meet my brother"

The man stuck his hand out "Ivan Blofis, so nice to meet you even if it is under these circumstances" Strange he sounded British, usually Percy might have brought it up but instead, he just took the man's hand, smiling weakly.

"You know" he continues "I only met your mother once, but boy, she left quite the impression, such a wonderful person. A person that many would have a hard time forgetting"

He sounded earnest, his eyes searching Percy's face as if he was looking for something, perhaps it was a reaction or perhaps it was a sign that the death of someone so close to him had shaken him to the core. It hadn't. Nevertheless, Ivan wanted to see even a shred of emotion. So Percy just smiled and replied with;

" I know"

Ivan POV

Ivan just showed up to the funeral to show his brother some support. His plan was to go give his condolences to Sally's only son and be there for Paul then get back to London. Working took up most of his time nowadays, that's just what it's like working at the ministry of magic. The department of international magic cooperation swallowed your time whole, constantly dragging you in with some task to do, there was always so much to do and he didn't want to get behind on his then he saw Percy. Percy Jackson, the boy who looked so grown up, muscular and tanned. Not at all what he had imagined but that wasn't the part that had thrown him off guard. No, it was the fact he looked so much like somebody he used to know.

The one and only Sirius Black.

Sure he hadn't been best friends with Sirius in his Hogwarts days but when the purebloods taunted him, calling him cruel names like 'mudblood' and 'impure' Sirius stood up for him. Whooping their entitled behinds then zooming off to cause mischief elsewhere, brushing off Ivans cries of gratitude.

But now Sirius is a convicted criminal, on the run. Not that Ivan believed that, he may not have known him well but he knew for a fact that Sirius would never betray the people close to him. Loyal as a hound. Truth be told Ivan hadn't thought about Sirius for a while but this boy was almost the spitting image of him. Needless to say, Ivan's curiosities were heightened. Was Percy a relation of Sirius? When looking away from the boy and then back, he was reminded of someone he had only seen in photos; the younger, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Feeling conflicted Ivan knew he had to share this with someone. He could go to the ministry of magic but he never really trusted them, which sounded terrible since he works there but there were people like Lucius Malfoy there and this was a delicate matter. So, in the end, he decided there was only one thing he could do; go and bring his concerns to the one and only Albus Dumbledore.

The conversations with Dumbledore was surprisingly short, the old man listened whilst pacing around his office, seemingly deep in thought, nodding his head. When he'd finished his explanation the old man had asked for the Pauls address which Ivan was admittedly reluctant to give. However, his doubts were quickly resolved when the old man ensured him no harm would come to the boy as long as he was in the protection of the order.

"I have been suspecting this for a while" spoke the old man "I sensed something was off when I found evidence of a Mirim Riddle. I prayed nothing would come of it, though when seeking more information, I found out she was in the protection of the House of Black before her death, an overdose of sleeping draft. There was a rumour that she had relations with the head of the house at that time, though nothing can be certain"

Ivan sat there in silence, his eyes scanning the ancient artefacts that littered the shelves surrounding the room.

"I'm so glad you brought this to my attention, I fear that if this information gets into the wrong hands, the boy could be in grave danger. So, I think it's wise to let you know that I will go and meet him. I shall also find a way to ensure his safety"

"Thank you, that means a lot"

"Indeed Ivan, I know how hard it must have been to bring this information forward, behind the ministries back. Though you always were driven to be most loyal to your friends, the perfect Hufflepuff."

Ivan smiled, Dumbledore returning it, his eyes twinkling with something Ivan could only read as kindness. Leaving Dumbledore's office Ivan felt surprisingly relieved; it was all out of his hands now. He just hoped that things would be alright for the boy.

Sirius POV

Life was getting lonely. Living within the walls of his childhood home; number 12 Grimmauld place. Once it had been a marvel, a tad old fashioned but still stunning now it was dusty, mould ridden and falling apart. Truth be told the family that once lived there, his family had always been rotten and filled with decay; now the whole house was. And to top it all off there was only a grouchy old house elf to keep him company.

The Weasley family would be arriving soon and all Sirius could do was sit there and wait; wait for his life to begin again.

Today, however, went a little differently, at the crack of dawn, Dumbledore himself appeared in the kitchen, smiling, eyes twinkling. For obvious reasons, it came as a shock to Sirius who shoot up to his feet; all he wanted was a bowl of cereal and in his surprise, as the old man appeared in front of him, the bowl with the cereal in tow had fallen to the floor. Oh well; the cereal was disgusting anyway.

"Greetings Sirius" the house elf began to clear up the mess.

"Dumbledore" he replied curtly.

"Perhaps we should take a seat"

They both sat down, Sirius waiting in anticipation; what were the motives behind the old man's visit?

"Now, you are probably wondering why I'm here and the answer is most intriguing indeed but first I must ask you, Sirius" he paused "do you perhaps have any children"

Silence.

Sirius didn't know how to reply but burst out laughing. Him, a father? Nope.

Dumbledore grimaced. "Then I suppose I have to ask this, and I can assure you it is completely necessary. Was there any" he coughed awkwardly "infidelity in your parents' relationship? A woman perhaps staying here at any point?"

Sirius was taken aback. He knew the answer, of course, he also remembered the woman. She was the prettiest thing he had ever seem, a childhood crush that was until she was found dead in her room. He just didn't feel like divulging his childhood trauma to the old man.

"May I ask why this is so important?"

"Dumbledore had a daughter and has a great-grandson" Dumbledore waited for Sirius' reaction.

"How?"

"Someone brought some news to me and just to be safe I decided it would be wise to do some research as you might say and what I discovered was most disturbing; Voldemort had a daughter, a Mirim Frida Riddle. And though I'm not sure who the mother is I believe it may have been with an Iua Prewett"

God that was a lot to take in. The beast that killed his best friend and his family had a family of his own. It made Sirius' heart pound with anger.

"Yes, my father had an affair once, god it tore my mother apart. Perhaps that's what made her such a cold woman" He answered swiftly.

"Do you have any recollection of this women?"

"I remember her. My dad claimed she was the most important woman to exist, claim she was something of a princess " Sirius replied.

Dumbledore listened contently. Before he spoke.

"Mirim took her own life a while ago now though I am not completely sure on why and that is perhaps where you can help me out"

"There was an argument before it happened, I hadn't seemed her in a while so I thought she had left, she practically lived in her room. My mother kept going on and on about a bastard child, to be honest, I thought she was talking about me"

They locked eyes, a scrawl then appeared in the older man's hand, he handed it to Sirius who opened it and read it wide-eyed. It was a family tree and it showed something he didn't see coming; his father had a child with Mirim Frida Riddle, a child named Sallison Eldora Riddle who then went on to give birth to a son; Perseus Morfin Riddle.

All Sirius could do was stare. He had a sister and a nephew.

Dumbledore broke the silence " I, however, do have some bad news"

Sirius looked up.

"Sallison is dead"

Sirius' face fell. He had found out he had family only to immediately lose then again.

"But I can assure you her son, Perseus is very much alive and well it crossed my mind that, perhaps, you'd like to meet the boy?"