Dumbledore's Office
Percy sat there feeling anxious as Dumbledore peered at Percy. "You are here to protect Harry?"
"Yes," Percy stopped himself from rolling his eyes. It clearly seemed as though Harry was Dumbledore's favorite.
"Very well. I assume I am in secrecy about this prophecy and your Greek descent," Dumbledore's brilliant blue eyes twinkled.
"Certainly," Percy repeated. It seemed kind of repetitive to say yes so his overactive mind thought of synonyms.
"Come in the Great Hall when I speak your name. Prepare yourself. I imagine many rumours circulating," Dumbledore stood with poise and left the room.
Percy absently stood and followed Dumbledore out of the office.
Present
"-Perseus Jackson!"
Percy pushed open the doors to the Great Hall to be greeted with a deafening silence. As he strode to the stool that seemed to hold his fate, he caught a flash of brown curly hair. Hermione. She smiled at him encouragingly and Percy tried to ignore the fast pace of his heart.
He looked around the room and there were floating candles up in the air. What kind of place is this? Percy almost stumbled but caught himself.
He felt the curious eyes following him as he reached Dumbledore and sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and immediately a voice was in his head.
A demigod wizard? Haven't seen one in ages. You are quite special and I sense your importance in the future.
Percy's eyes widened. How did you know? Percy thought, hoping the Sorting Hat would hear.
I see it in your mind. I see your great courage in fighting for those you love and impressive ambition to help everyone you love. Your cunning and intellect helped defeat the Titan Kronos. Your fatal flaw, loyalty, in which could be the world's greatest downfall.
So which house do I belong in? Percy was over with the Sorting Hat learning his secrets.
"GRI-" The Sorting Hat started out.
NO. Percy interrupted the Sorting Hat. I choose Slytherin.
You'll do well there.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat declared.
Percy stood and nodded at Dumbledore, whose eyes twinkled ever so slightly, and walked over to the end of the Slytherin table.
"Nice to meet you, Percy. My name is Pansy Parkinson," A pale hand reached out to Percy.
"I would introduce myself but it seems that Dumbledore already has," Percy grinned rakishly.
As Pansy blushed and giggled with her two friends, Percy looked to find Hermione. He saw her with two redheads, who seemed to be siblings, and Harry. "Two birds with one stone," Percy muttered.
"It was really nice meeting you, but I'm afraid I must leave to finish up things with Dumbledore," Percy winked at Pansy and walked away from the table.
Striding towards the exit of the Great Hall, Percy faced Hermione and nodded, ever so slightly, towards the exit, catching the attention of both Hermione and Harry.
Perct exited the Great Hall, mentally berating himself for inviting Hermione to speak with him outside, though Percy desperately wanted to speak with her and get to know her. "She reminds me of Annabeth," Percy mused.
Great Hall
"Don't go," Harry grabbed Hermione's arm.
"I have to. I need more answers," Hermione argued.
"I don't trust him. He reminds me of a younger Voldemort. You don't even know him and he's already trying to get your attention. That's suspicious," Harry spat and glare at Hermione.
"You have absolutely no right to judge him, Harry. Besides, he could be an asset to the war," Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and set it on the table.
"He was sorted in Slytherin!" Harry tried to stop her but Hermione silenced him with a glare.
Clearly unhappy, Harry slowly nodded his consent. Hermione smiled at him and she walked towards the exit.
Upon exiting the Great Hall, Hermione was startled with sea green eyes directly in front of her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," Percy chuckled.
"It's quite alright," Hermione laughed. She looked at Percy, noticing a tattoo that read, "SPQR". She was about to comment when Percy waved a hand in her face.
"Hello?" He grinned at Hermione and she was taken aback at how beautiful his smile was.
"Very funny," Hermione rolled her eyes but could not, for the life of her, resist smiling.
"So I see that you're friends with Harry," Percy nodded towards the Great Hall.
"Yes, he's one of my closest friends," Hermione replied. That's what he asks? Is he using me to get to Harry? Hermione disregarded the idea almost easily.
"Ahh," Percy spoke wryly.
"What? Do you not like him?" Hermione was intrigued. A Slytherin, who probably had not even met Harry, disliked him?
"He was a bit hostile to my seemingly normal question," Percy held his tanned hands in a surrendered motion.
"What did you ask?" Hermione was getting suspicious.
"I asked which house was the best and then proceeded to ask for confirmation of deciding your house for yourself," Percy's left brow quirked.
"Harry's probably tired. He's been through a lot," Hermione defended Harry quickly.
She was tired of those who assumed things about her best friend.
"So have I," Percy mumbled softly, before looking down.
"What do you mean?" Hermione stepped unconsciously closer to Percy and inhaled his scent. It smelled like the sea and the waves that gently lapped the beach. What kind of a person smells like that?
Percy's head shot up and he rubbed the back of his head. "Nothing to worry about. Anyways, I have to go. It was nice seeing you again," He saluted her, before striding away.
Hermione stared ahead dumbly, wondering what could've happened to Percy. More questions just kept coming.
Just as she turned, she felt a hand on her arm. She whipped around and yelled the first spell on her mind, "Rictusempra!"
Percy flew from Hermione, crashing against the stone wall. "Urgngwg," Percy mumbled, before hanging his head and closing his eyes.
"Percy!" Hermione rushed over to Percy, holding up his head. "Percy, wake up." Hermione gently slapped his cheeks.
"Am I dead?" Percy tentatively opened his eyes and goofily smiled. "Fortunately, you're not," Hermione sighed in relief. "We must go to the hospital wing for your head."
"I'm fine," Percy stood shakily. "I just needed directions to the Slytherin dungeons."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to ask one of the Slytherins due to my lack of knowledge of the location of the dungeons," Hermione stood with him, and slowly started walking away. "Good luck."
Slytherin Dungeons
Percy finally entered the Common Room, not without having to ask Pansy for the location and the password, which took him at least ten minutes to find, and his mouth dropped.
The Dungeons were hauntingly beautiful.
It was an underground room and the ceiling hung low, with rough stone walls to follow. The common room sported all shades of green. Elegant chairs surrounded the fireplace mantle, with graceful carvings on the mantelpiece.
The room gave off a green tinge, which led Percy to see the lake through the windows. He wanted swim desperately but he restrained his wants.
A couple Slytherins littered the common room but the rest, Percy assumed, were in the Great Hall finishing up the feast.
He slowly walked up the stairs, and took in his surroundings. He felt nervous, as if he were entering a new dimension, though he essentially did.
He entered a circular room, noticing four poster beds. Green and silver bed sheets covered the beds. "Wonder who my roommates are," Percy found a bed that didn't have any belongings and sat, sinking into the deep plushy cushion of his bed.
He laid his head on the soft pillow. "How am I supposed to do this? I didn't even know magic existed 'till like a week ago," Percy mumbled to himself. He slowly closed his eyes and he fell into a deep sleep.
