Hello there peoples! This is a take on the manipulative!/Evil!Dumbledore. Except, of course with Percy Jackson. R&R! (Read and Review)

Harry was in his cupboard. Again. Dudley had broken a vase while playing ball inside the house and blamed it on Harry. Apparently it was a very expensive vase, because he had gotten 2 weeks in his cupboard and Uncle Vernon put new locks on the door and taught him 'a lesson'.

Harry's back still hurt.

Aunt Petunia was muttering something about how her sister had to go get herself killed and dump her brat on perfectly normal, hardworking folk.

Dust fell from the ceiling as Dudley ran up to his bedroom. Harry moved to a different position and winced as the bruises Dudley had given him during yesterday's round of 'Harry Hunting' were agitated.

He looked down at one of the cuts the broken glass had given him when Dudley broke the vase. It was a rather long, but shallow, cut. Blood was streaming out, though not a quickly as it had been earlier.

Through the dim light, he could see a spider crawling on the wall. It scuttled up to an unoccupied corner and begun to spin a web. The light coming from his cupboard door was snuffed out when his aunt turned off the lights.

Harry went to sleep under his ratty blanket.

Nico diAngelo walked through the streets of Surrey. He had sensed a soul piece, the result of someone spitting his/her soul. Whether it was done intentionally or not, Nico was sending the piece back to where it came from.

Following his instincts, Nico followed the insistent pull caused by the piece to Little Whinging.

...

Surrey, England

Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging

11:45 PM

Nico

I peeked inside the window of number four, Pivet Drive. Stepping into the shadows, I visualized what I'd just seen and was pulled into the familiar darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a living room. The soul piece I had sensed was on this floor, but the problem was, there was another soul right next to it.

"Gods damn." I muttered. I would have to be careful not to wake up whoever was next to the soul piece. Or horcrux, if you wanted to be specific. And yes, there is more than one way to get your soul spilt.

I walked up to where the soul and soul piece was...the stairs cupboard.

"...What?"

There was a lock on the door, and it twisted my silver skull ring. Instantly, it transformed into my Stygian Iron sword. It cut through the lock with ease.

I carefully opened the door and stared in shock. There was a young boy, who couldn't be older than 5, in the tiny space. The smell of copper filled my nose, and I stepped back. Not only that, but now that I was closer, I could see (well, sense) that the horcrux and the boy's soul weren't next to each other.

They were connected.

"Damn you Fates."

I knew how to remove a soul from an object, but not how to remove one from a living, breathing person.

Why does my life have to be so complicated?

Ah, well. I couldn't just kill the kid, but I was pretty sure that people wouldn't want me bringing a mortal into camp. They would be pretty pissed. But I wondered why a wizard would make a horcrux of a random child.

Yes, wizard. They exist. Basically, they're weak versions of Hecate's children that need a stick to channel their magic. Pesky lot they are. Every century, one ends up trying to be 'immortal', and murdering mortals left and right. One guy caused a lot of paperwork, or so Father says.

I contemplated what to do. Screw it. I'm bringing the kid to Camp. I hope the Hecate kids know how to fix this. I twisted part of the handle, and my sword shrunk back down into a ring.

Stepping forward, I picked the kid up. He felt lighter than he should have, and I could feel the bones under his skin. There was a cut on his hand, but it wasn't too bad. I spotted something purpleish-blue under the collar of his too-big shirt, and gently moved it, revealing a large bruise.

I scowled. What kind of a parent does this to their kid!?

I stepped into the shadows once more, and traveled to Camp.

...

Long Island Sound, New York

Poseidon Cabin

12:00 AM

I stepped out into Percy's cabin. He was snoring loudly.

"Percy."

"Not now mom...I'm busy."

"I'm not Mrs. Jackson! I'm Nico, your cousin!" I whispered as loudly as I could.

"Nico, go 'way. I'm *yawn* sleeping."

"I need help."

"For what?"

"Separating a soul piece from a kid."

"Separating..a kid's...soul...WAIT WHAT!?"

Percy sat up and hit his head on the bed above him.

"Ow...Nico! What's this about separating a kid's soul!?

"Shhh! Not so loud! And for the record, I'm not separating his soul, just the piece thats feeding off his life!"

"What now?"

I sighed. "Let's just go to the Hecate cabin."

"Why don't you go yourself?"

"Do you really think they would help a son of Hades? Especially at this hour."

"Nico-"

"Let's just go."

Percy got out of his bed. "Okay, just give me a minute to change."

I went outside, and the kid shivered in the cool air. A minute later, Percy came out and we headed to the Hecate cabin. Oddly enough, the lights were on.

Percy knocked on the door. A boy opened the door.

"What?"

Behind him, I could see a few of his siblings transforming into animals and back, shooting jets of colored light, and making potions.

"Any idea on how to remove a horcrux from a human?" I asked.

He blinked. "I think so...just let me take a look at some of our books." He stepped aside and I stepped in. The kid went to the bookshelf and took out a book.

While he was reading it, another Hecate kid came over.

She glanced at the boy in my arms and gasped. "Is...is that Harry Potter?"

"Uh...what?"

She moved some of his hair, revealing a scar in the shape of a lightning-bolt.

"It is him..." She whispered, before answering my question." In the wizarding world, he saved us from the dark lord, Voldemort."

"That's a weird name." Percy commented at the same time I scowled.

"His name means flight from death?" I asked. Now that was insulting.

"Er, yeah. Hey Ren." The boy from earlier came over.

"Okay, I took a look at this," he held up the book, "and in order to remove the horcrux from a living thing other than kill it, we need something that draws out souls."

He looked at me. "Here." I handed Harry to Percy, who's expression turned concerned as he saw Harry's injuries.

I twisted my ring, transforming it into my sword.

"Now what?"

Ren hesitated.

"Percy, put Harry on the floor. Nico put the tip of your sword over his scar." We did as we were told. The other demigods stopped what they were doing and watched us.

Ren began to chant.

"Aufer a tenebris ad lucem, hoc est anima prudentiam

Unde esset remisit

Sic fiat, inquam, sic fiat semper!"

My sword was glowing an eerie green and something black and twisted appeared out of Harry's scar. Harry started to thrash around and scream. The spirit screamed and flew off.

Harry, the poor kid, was still screaming. It lasted for several minutes before he stopped. Ren muttered something and Harry relaxed. I picked him up again.

"What now?"

"We need to give him some nutrition potions, and run a test, to make sure he's fine. Right now though, I'll preform a healing spell and let him rest. By the way, you're explaining this to Chiron."

"Wha-" I started to say, but was cut off.

"Nico, what is going on?" Chiron asked.

"Uh..."

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