Hi guys! OK, so I've heard of the old "Percy is Voldemort's grandson" and whatnot. Then I started reading them. Then I got interested. Like, really interested. I started coming up with stories in my head and stuff, and then, well, I couldn't keep them all in my head, so I decided to turn to Fanfiction. So I'm sorry if you don't like it.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. Or Rick Riordan. So therefore, I cannot own either of these amazing series.


Eleven-year-old Percy Jackson stared at the owl that had just dropped a letter onto the table. Sure, he had his share of weird experiences, but he never seemed to get used to them.

"Percy, honey, I have to tell you something. It's very important that no one knows this until you reach Hogwarts," his mother said, looking slightly nervous. Inwardly snickering at the name Hogwarts, Percy wondered if it would explain why he could change his appearance, why he could see things no one else could, or why he could talk to snakes.

"Am I a wizard?" he randomly guessed. He had always thought it would be cool to use magic, like in the books his teacher would sometimes read to the class.

"Maybe I'm a god in disguise," he mused aloud. His mother always told him stories of Greek gods and how they got into fights and created monsters. I would settle for being either, he decided.

Sally looked surprised. "Actually, yes. You're a wizard, Percy. I'm a witch," she said.

"Mom, seriously! You're not a witch, no matter what Smelly Gabe calls you. He's just stupid. And smelly. By the way, he-" Percy trailed off. The wizard part didn't fit. Maybe she wasn't kidding.

"Oh," he blurted, realization finally dawning on him. She was telling the truth.

His mother smiled a bit, choosing to ignore the Smelly Gabe part. "Percy, do you want me to read the letter?" she asked. "Is your dyslexia acting up again? Do you want to try and read it?"

"Mom, I'm fine. Really. I think I'll try to read. If magic exists, then I can read." Percy joked, grinning at her. He opened the letter, feeling awkward with the owl watching him, oddly enough, like a hawk.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Jackson,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Percy stared at the letter for a while. Then back at his mom. Then at his letter. Then his mom. The cycle continued for few minutes before a giant grin spread across his face and he whooped loudly. This was the best birthday ever! Smelly Gabe wasn't there and he, Percy Jackson, was a wizard. This was so cool! It was awesome!

"Can I go?" Percy asked. Sally laughed. She nodded at Percy, enthusiastic that he actually wanted to go to school for once. She suddenly froze, as if remembering something terrible.

"Percy, before I tell you anything else," she sighed, rubbing her temples, "you have to know something about your grandfather."

Percy looked up, confused at why she suddenly sounded so sad.

"Your grandfather was a terrible man. His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, and he was a very, very cruel person. He grew up in a muggle- that's the term for non-magical person- orphanage, even though he was a half-blood. His mother descended from a long line of pure-blooded witches and wizards, while his father was a muggle. He used his magic to frighten others. When he went to Hogwarts, he was Sorted into the Slytherin house," Sally said.

"What's that?" Percy blurted. His mother smiled softly. Percy couldn't help but be surprised by her seemingly infinite amount of patience.

"There are four houses at Hogwarts," she said, "that were each founded by a powerful wizard. The founders were Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin. They each have a house named after them. Ravenclaw is for the intelligent, Hufflepuff is for the loyal and hard working, Gryffindor is for the brave and good hearted, and Slytherin is for the cunning and ambitious," she explained.

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin sound awesome! I'm brave, loyal, and my ambition is to study surfing!" Percy chirped. Sally laughed and continued the story.

"When Tom got into Slytherin, he was charming and charismatic. Everyone loved him. Yet somehow, he turned into a murder. Lord Voldemort."

Percy started cracking up. "Lord Moldy Shorts? That's hilarious!" he guffawed.

Sally looked grim. "Many people fear the name. He killed in cold blood. The one person who he could not kill, however, was a boy named Harry Potter. He survived the Killing Curse when he was one, and somehow the curse rebounded and hit Voldemort, which is why Harry Potter is hailed as a hero in the wizarding world," she said.

Percy frowned. "That's stupid! Well, no offense to him. I mean, he probably can't even remember it, so why is he the hero? And is Voldemort dead? I mean, he got hit with the Killing Curse after all, but Harry didn't die, so-"

"Many people think Voldemort to be dead, but nobody knows for certain. There were no witnesses, except for Harry, so no one knows. Meanwhile, Slytherin was known as the house for dark wizards, just because Voldemort and many of his followers were Sorted there."

Percy frowned. So Slytherin was out. Darn. It like a pretty fun house, until dark wizards started showing up there.

"One more thing, Percy. Do not, I repeat, do not, say Voldemort in public," Sally warned.

Percy blinked. "Why is that? I mean, the name Voldemort sounds really funny," he said.

"Names have power, Percy. Many people fear the name. They fear what he has done. They fear that they will be killed next, even though most people believe that he has been killed. In front of others, call him You-Know-Who," she advised.

"But that sounds so stupid!" Percy objected. One warning look from Sally got him to shut up.

"By the way, Harry Potter will be in your year in Hogwarts. Make sure you don't tell anyone that Voldemort is your grandfather."

Percy groaned. But wait… "How come I can change what I look like sometimes?" he asked.

Sally smiled. "You, Percy, honey, are a Metamorphmagus. You have the gift of being able to change your appearance at will." Just as she turned to leave, Percy called out once more.

"How come I can speak to snakes?"

"What?" Sally whirled around. "You can speak to snakes?" she almost screeched.

Blushing, Percy nodded furiously. He didn't know that it was such a big deal. He was just wondering if it were a skill all wizards had. Obviously not.

"Erm, sorry?" he tried.

Sally sighed and rubbed her temples. "Percy, honey, you're a Parselmouth. Snake language is called Parseltongue," she answered.

"So why did you freak out so much?" Percy questioned curiously.

"Well… Parseltongue is considered a language that dark wizards use," Sally said hesitantly. Seeing Percy's terrified face, she added, "It's only considered dark because Voldemort was a Parselmouth. It's incredibly rare to be able to speak the language. It isn't something you can just learn. You have to be born with it. A few good people were born as Parselmouths too!"

Percy slowly nodded his head again, taking in the information. "Is there anything else I am that you're not telling me about?" he asked.

"No," Sally lied. She couldn't let Percy know that he was a demigod. He was too young. He would have to find out on his own. She couldn't risk putting Percy in danger. if he knew, his demigod scent would be too strong, especially since he was the son of Poseidon. If Percy was hurt because of her, she would never forgive herself.

"No," she said again, trying not to think about how upset Percy would be when he found out. "No."


Voila! Feel free to review and correct anything that was awful. And yes, Percy is a Metamorphmagus and a Parselmouth. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. So, review and tell me if I should continue or not! And by the way, I might not update too often if I do continue, but I will update. Don't worry.

Signing off,

The Pencil Goddess

Published May 17, 2014