Hello people, for those who didn't see my previous message, I am rewriting this (again). So yeah, back to chapter one. Just pretty much forget anything that I said in the last version, except the major story line, which I'll explain again below.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Percy Jackson Or Harry Potter
A loud cracking sound exploded from the kitchen, causing Perseus Jackson to startle, falling from where he had been lying on his bed.
Quickly raising from his fallen position and into a kneeling one, he reached into his pocket grabbing his trusty pen. After a few seconds of silence, just when Percy was about to let out a sigh of relief, there was a loud shout.
"How the bloody hell did you get into my house?!"
Percy jumped out of the room, running towards the laughing that was the reply to Gabe's question. Gabe deserved to die, sure, he hated to say it, but he would be probably happy if his stepfather was dead, if only he knew where his mum -
There was a second crack, this time accompanied with a bright flash of green which made Percy stop in his tracks. What kind of monster crackled with green light? He didn't get much time to think about it though, because a second later there was the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground.
"Spread out, find them both. Remember, the Dark Lord will want the boy alive, he doesn't care so much for the woman," a male voice ordered. "And no leaving any clues that it was us."
Was the Dark Lord another name for Kronos, Percy wondered as he took another step forward, uncapping the pen lid as he did so. He raised the now fully formed sword in front of him, ready to defend himself. The mysterious creatures were searching the loungeroom and the kitchen.
"Are they really so stupid as to not know what 'spread out' means", he muttered to himself. Not a second after he said, he felt a hand softly touch his shoulder. He spun around quickly, only to meet the anxious eyes of his mother, who had jumped backwards upon almost being stabbed. He lowered the sword, and shot a confused look at the woman as she gestured for him to follow her. He raised his sword again, and she shook her head quickly. He followed her down the hall as she whispered to him.
"You're not going to be able to get out through any of the doors or windows, they've all been sealed," Sally said, stopping in front of a cupboard, and turned to face him. "Percy, I'm so sorry, I haven't been truthful with you, but I don't have enough time to explain right now. Just know that I love you, and so did they. And do not trust those people, Percy, okay? They're going to get you, and I'm so sorry Lily."
Sally turned her eyes skywards as she said this, as though she was praying, before returning them to Percy's, who's mouth was hanging slightly open. "Percy, do not show those people your sword, alright? I'm so sorry. Do not show anyone that sword. Do not tell them about Poseidon, no matter how kind they seem. It'll only make things more difficult. Hopefully they'll find you, the kind people, but we can't be sure."
There was a creak in the floorboards behind them, and Sally quickly turned around, opening the cupboard, and gesturing for Percy to get in it.
"What? Mum?" the black haired boy said, eyes staring wide.
"Percy, there is not time to explain. I'm so sorry, but be quiet, no matter what happens. I love you," she said quietly, before quickly grasping the thirteen year old by his hood, and pushing him into the cupboard. She frowned at the sword, and motioned for Percy to shrink it. Once it was back to it's pen form, she spoke again.
"I love you like you're my son Percy, I don't regret a thing," were her final words before she closed the door and began chanting words outside the cupbaord, leaving the boy staring open mouth in the dark, clutching a pen as if it was a life line.
What did she mean that she loved him like a son? He was her son? Wasn't he? There wasn't anyway that he was -. Percy shook his head, bringing himself back to reality; where he was hiding in a cupboard while his mother, a mortal, stood outside, protecting him, a demigod, from some unknown creature. He leant his head softly against the wall, desperately hoping to hear what was going on outside.
"Well well well, isn't it little Selene?" there was a moment of loud laughter, before the voice continued. "OI! Boys, I've found her."
There was silence for a second, while the other two creatures entered the area, before laughter once again filled it.
"You know Lupin, we don't have to kill you. Aren't you a pureblood? I'm sure if you just hand over the boy our Lord will be most forgiving," another round of snickers leaved the room, leaving Percy wondering what the hell they were talking about, and why they found everything funny.
"Go to hell."
"Already there, Lupin, honestly, couldn't you afford a nicer place? This place literally stinks of muggle."
Another voice contributed this time, "You know where going to get him anyway, so what's the point in killing yourself while we do that. You wouldn't be around to protect the boy, would you then?"
"He's not here anyway, he's out, with friends," his mum replied. Percy shook his head leaning closer into the door. Didn't his mum understand that they had a point? That she didn't have to die?
Making his decision, Percy pushed against the door, suprised when it wouldn't budge. He kicked against it twice, but quickly stopped when he realised they were speaking again.
"Nevermind then, we'll just have to wait until he gets back. Hopkirk, do the honours, won't you? Don't draw it out, we are in a muggle neighbourhood, of course, best to keep it silent."
Drawling, another voice spoke, "Of course. Avada kedavra!"
Through the cracks in cupboard green light shown, followed by the thump of a body.
"NOO!" Percy yelled, ramming himself fully against the cupboard doors, though they remained firmly shut. He did it twice more, before tears started to crawl down his face.
"Get the boy out of the cupboard, Frusac, she obviously thought us stupid," the leader commanded.
The cupboard doors began to shake, and Percy shot back, falling into a couching position, his pen firmly in his hand.
"I can't bloody open of it," the voice, Frusac, growled, "She must have done something to it."
"There's other ways to open a wooden cupboard, for Merlin's sake Frusac. She barely had any magic, she was basically a squib," the leader snarled, "Whatever spells she used would barely have passed as magic. This shouldn't hurt the boy too much. Reducto!"
Percy collapsed completely against the ground, something warm began to crawl down his face. Blood?, he wondered, as the world around him began to blur, chuckling filling his ears as the world began dark around him.
"Well hello, Potter."
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Albus Dumbledore was shuffling through parchments on his desk in the moments before it happened, completely unaware that he was about to recieve the biggest shock of his life.
The fireplaced roared to life, green flames retreating as a man dressed in formal robes clutching a folder stepped through. Dumbledore sighed, pushing the parchments away, feeling bored already at the thought of another boring lecture about how 'Voldemort was not back'.
The man took a few long steps to the front of Dumbledore's desk, and held out his free hand. Rather reluctantly, Dumbledore shook it.
"What brings you here today, Mr?"
"Bode, John Bode. I work for the American Ministry of Magic, and I have found something that I believe will interist you greatly."
So obviusly for the people are only just starting to read this, Percy is thirteen, Harry is fifteen. The timeline is that Harry was born in 1999, while Percy was born in 2000. Harry's birthday remains the same, but Percy's has been moved to November.
I'm sorry for the restarting it by the way, but I wanted to set the story better.
I will be rewriting some of the chapters that are already written, and will be restarting from a certain point. What that point is, I am yet to decide but I was just really not happy with the interaction that was going on between some of the characters. I've started another story as well, one which was actually the reason I was struggling to write this, but yeah, almost a year later I'm going to try to continue.
Rewritten 17/03/16
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