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Percy's POV
"My name is Percy Jackson."
Dolohov, Draco, and the woman all stared at me. After a few minutes, Draco dumbly stated "You have an American accent."
"Yes, yes I do." I replied back, not really sure what to say. After all, what can you say when three people are standing over you (or in Dolohov's case, holding you up…) and pointing sticks at you?
"It still could be Potter!" Dolohov said, although a little less enthusiastic. He let go of me, I was able to sit up just fine without him anyway. Dolohov moved over near the woman. "This boy, 'Percy' as he's calling himself, could be Potter in disguise! He could have hidden his glasses, wand, and scar, made up a fake name, and now is using a fake American accent-"
"One that good? Please. He's probably just a confused Muggle." Behind her, I saw Riptide disappeared and felt it reappear in my pocket.
A hint of rage boiled inside of me. I wasn't sure why, but the way she said the word 'Muggle'- even though I had no clue what it meant- annoyed me. It was like the word 'Muggle' was a harsh way of saying that I was a freak, which I was used to being called, but not by some lady who pretty much didn't know a thing about me.
"I am not a Muggle!" I growled out, which caught them all by surprise.
"Oh, you're not a Muggle?" The woman asked in a baby voice. "Then hold my wand." She purred.
"Auntie Bellatrix! You know that'll burn him up if he's a Muggle!" Draco blurted out.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, but if not, we'll have a real treat on our hands, won't we? Besides, if he is indeed a Muggle, it'll just be one less horrid Muggle for the world."
"Bellatrix! Are you insane? Giving up your only weapon to this person I picked up off the streets!" Dolohov gasped.
She gave a mad grin. "It's not the first time I've been accused of being insane." She said in a mock baby voice. Then she turned to be. "Open your hand Percy." She ordered, her voice with an edge of ice in it.
I don't know what make me unclenched my fist, but I did. She placed her wand inside my hand and waited. I thought that I would burn to ashes right then and there.
But I didn't. Instead, Draco's eyes widened, Dolohov looked shocked, and Bellatrix gave a wild cackle. She took back her wand and gave me a look over. I didn't realize it, but I had been holding my breathe. I quickly took a gulp of air as she turned back to Dolohov and Draco.
"What are the odds of you picking up a stray wizard off the street?" Draco asked Dolohov.
"Wizard?" I asked, confused. "Like, as in movies and books and stuff?"
Now, it was all three of my captors turn to be confused. "You're not a wizard? But how did the wand not burn you right up?" Draco asked.
"The Dark Lord will find this interesting." Bellatrix mused.
"We must contact him at once!" Dolohov exclaimed, lifting up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo of what looked like a skull with snakes coming out of it. He went to place two fingers on it when Bellatrix snatched his hand away.
"Are you mad? The last time our Dark Lord was interrupted during a mission, he nearly went and killed us all! The boy can wait until he comes back!" Bellatrix hissed.
"What will we do with Percy until his return?" Draco asked, a hint of fear in his voice. Although, to my understanding, that may just be the way Draco talks…
Bellatrix shrugged again. "Throw him in the dungeon for all I care. I'm going to wait for our master's return." With that, she seemed to float away.
Dolohov sneered after her. He glanced at Draco. "You do it, boy." He grumbled, and stalked off.
Draco and I stared at each other. He shuffled uncomfortably. He looked up, down, left right, and then back at me. Finally, after a long awkward pause, he said, "You do look a lot like Potter."
I snorted. "Thanks, I hadn't figured that out."
He swallowed then moved around back behind me. He pulled me up by the chains that were wrapped around my wrist and began to push me forward. He was leading me to a stair case on the other side of the room.
"You remind me of somebody." I told him.
He froze. I could almost feel his shocked expression. "Oh? An American, I presume?" He sort of whispered.
"Yeah, a dead one." I said, realizing he reminded me a lot of Luke.
Draco seemed to un-tense behind me. "Oh, ha, ha, Jackson. You Americans have horrible jokes."
"I wasn't joking. He was a hero." I said.
"Oh." Draco said uncomfortably. We began to move again towards the stairs. He sort of shoved me down most of them, mostly because I was only half resisting. I really wanted to find out who this 'Dark Lord' was. I kind of half excepted it to be Hades when he showed up.
"You should leave your chains on," Draco said, as we got to the bottom of the stairs. He unslid a bar that was keeping a door locked. "He-who-shall-not-be-named won't kill you as fast if you obey him." Draco said, pushing me into the dark dungeon. "By the way, you're lucky I didn't turn you in right away. You look only slightly like Potter." I heard the door slam shut behind me, and then heard the bar lock it back into place. I then was left alone in the dark.
Not really sure what to do, as I very well could not reach Riptide, which was in my front pocket, I shouldered my way over to the wall. I couldn't see an inch in front of my nose, so instead of thrashing about, I sat down. I put my head on my knees and thought.
I began to think not of how I would get out of there, however, but of the ocean. I began to become in a dream-like state, thinking of the ocean and wondering if I would ever see it again, where I heard a small cough.
I sat up straight and looked around. Of course, I wouldn't be able to find who made this noise. I then said, as intimidatingly as I could while I was sitting on the ground with my hands chained up behind me, "Who's there?"
"Me." a voice said next to my ear. I jumped and heard something drag its way across the floor.
The next moment, light flood the area, and I saw a girl holding a burning piece of wood, while an old man was lying on the floor half-dead behind her. A short… thing was only a couple of feet away from where I had been, staring at me.
The girl had large-spacey-blue eyes, long, pale almost-white blonde hair, and seemed about the same age as Draco. The half-dead man was bone thin, hair crazy stick-up longish grey hair, beard stubble, and raggy clothes. The thing that had said 'Me' in my ear was very short, had a long nose, two pointed ears, beady black eyes, wispy white hair hanging around a bald spot on its' head. The thing seemed to have a permanent scowl on its' face.
"Oh, hello. My name's Luna." The girl said in a spacey British voice. She seemed very out of place for a prisoner in a dungeon. "That's Griphook," she said, pointing to the thing that was sneering at me, "And that's Mr. Ollivander." She said, pointing to the half-dead man.
I stared at them all, too shocked by whatever was going on to really speak. The girl set the burning piece of wood in a rusty old curved inward hook on the wall. "Should last us about 7 minutes or so. The light, I mean." She said to no one in particular.
She then came over and sat down next to me. "Do you want me to untie your hands?"
I gave her a pitying smile, and then turned around to show her that it was chains and not rope. "Oh, they only used rope for me and Griphook, I don't know about Mr. Ollivander, since he was here when I got here."
She then began to idly look at the wall on the opposite side of the dungeon, the side where the light didn't reach. She then looked back at me. "You look like my friend Harry. Only, too muscular and too tan."
I gave a light chuckle. "I know. That's why I'm here."
She looked a bit amazed to hear my accent. "Oh, you're American! Tell me, are there wizards in America? Are you one of them?"
I set my head against the wall and sighed. "I don't know if there are wizards in America, since I'm not one of them. Right now, I'm just an unfortunate guy who happens to be chained up."
Luna's eyes studied me. "If I had something to cut the chains, I would."
I immediately thought of Riptide, but I was afraid that she might either freak out; or that I would get in even more trouble for removing the chains. I decided the later would be more likely, although I could always fake like they were still together. I turned my head so I was looking at Luna.
"Go into my front pocket."
"Hm?" She said.
"Go into my front pocket and take out the pen."
Instead of questioning why, she did as I said. She took out Riptide and looked at it. "What do you want her to do, scribble on you? Or shoot ink into the Death Eaters' eyes?" Griphook sneered.
It was the first that I had heard him talk since he startled me. I glared at him, and then said to Luna "Take off the cap."
Luna removed Riptides' pen cap, revealing the three foot bronze gleaming sword. Mr. Ollivanders' eyes widened and Griphooks' sneer fell into a look of surprise. "Oh, it's a sword." Luna said not fazed by it at all.
I turned around, so she could cut the chains, when we heard foot steps on the stairs. Luna quickly threw the the sword across the room, and luckily for us, the torch extinguished itself. I could just barely see Riptide gleaming in the corner. Praying that who ever was coming down the stairs didn't see it, I turned towards where I thought the door was.
A man stood in the now-open doorway. He was balding, with patches of mousy brown hair here and there. He had thick eye-brows with beady-watery-blue eyes underneath them. He was pleasantly plump, with pale skin and a glowing hand. The man wore a tattered dark colored cloak, with a vest and velvet pants underneath. He gave an audible sniff, and searched the room. "Jackson." He said.
When I didn't get up to go to him, he grumbled a bit and fumbled inside his coat. He pulled out a stick-wand- and mumbled a word. The end of the stick- wand- lit up and he stretched his arm out in front of him. A small ray of light from his wand gave away my face and he gave a toothy grin, showing off his grimy teeth.
"You've got an audience with The Dark Lord." He said. Luna gasped behind me. "Careful though, he's not in a good mood, and I have to clean up any bodies he ends up killing."
The man had a very fear-filled voice, and he really didn't seem to be that powerful. I thought about trying to overpower him. If only I could cut the chains…
"Come, Jackson. Nox. Imperio!" As he said nox, his wand's light went off, and I take it Imperio was supposed to do something too. Only nothing happened.
I could just barely see the outline of his frustrated face from the light by the door. "Imperio!" He yelled again, pointing his wand at me. Again, nothing happened. "Imperio! Crucio! Stupefy!" With the last one, a jet of scarlet light shot out from his wand and came barreling towards me. When it was within three inches from my chest, however, it bounced off me and flew into the wall.
The man flicked his wand, as if to see if it was working right. A shower of red sparks came out of the end, which seemed to confirm some thought of his. He muttered something, and ropes appeared in front of him. They flew at me, but just like the jet of light, steered off course from me at the last second and fell to the ground. Grumbling, he went to pick them up. I saw this as my chance to escape. When he bent over to get them, I gave him a good hard kick in the head. The man slumped to the floor, unconscious.
I looked over to where I believed Luna was. "Get my sword, and cut my chains." I instructed her.
There was a hush of movement, and the next moment my arms were free. Dangling broken chains hung off each arm, and I turned around to thank Luna. But, to my surprise, it was not Luna who had cut the chains, but rather Mr. Ollivander. He fell to the ground a moment later. He was able to lift his head, and in a defiant voice, say "Go."
I turned, grabbed Riptide from the ground, and ran up the stairs.
Third Person's POV
Luna watched as the boy called 'Jackson' ran up the stairs. She then quickly rushed to Mr. Ollivander's side. "Why did you tell him to go?" she asked in a soothing voice.
Mr. Ollivanders' eyes moved to her face. "Because, my dear, any Muggle who can deflect spells must be special." And with that, he sunk into a deep dream. (A/N No, I didn't kill him. I just figured after not moving and not being fed, any action of standing and swinging a sword would exhaust you.)
Percy's POV
Fleeing up the stairs, and running through the room that I woke up in, I realized something. There must be more than four or five people in this house. This must be an entire gang of wizards! And do I even know if Riptide can cut through their skin?
I skidded to a halt.
Don't panic. I told myself. Giving a quick look around the room to make sure nobody was there, I ran to the only window in the room, hoping to be able to see where I was. I looked outside, and my jaw dropped. Outside, there were long hedges lining a winding road leading to what I presumed to be the front door. Albino peacocks roamed leisurely throughout the yard and lawn. Out at the very front, as I could see over all of the hedges, I saw a big black gate. Peering out the corner of the window, I could tell that I was in a mansion of sorts, several stories high, with two wizards in cloaks and masks hanging around the front door.
Since I was so amazed by where I was being held captive, I didn't really hear the person behind me, until they cleared their throat. Spinning on my heel, with my sword drawn, I found myself facing Draco with his wand drawn. He glanced at my sword with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
"Where did you get that sword?" Draco asked casually, as if he were complimenting an article of my clothing. He didn't lower his wand, however. He kept it point and prim at my chest.
"It's just something that I never can leave home without." I said with a shrug. "Where's your master? Off killing puppies?"
Draco suppressed a smile. "That something less evil that he's done…" he muttered.
"What's his name?" I asked, trying to catch him off guard.
It worked, too. Draco hesitated, not really sure if he should tell me his master's name or not. I saw Draco's moment of hesitance as an opening and I charged at him, my bare feet echoing on the stone floor. His mouth fell open in a gape and he stuck both of his arms over his head to protect himself, his wand clattering to the floor in the process. I quickly locked both of him arms around behind his back with one of my own arms, and held Riptide to his throat. I didn't press it into it, incase it just passed through him, but rather held it at a small distance away. Draco, instead of fighting back like I thought he would, suppressed a sob. I titled my head confused by his reaction. He seemed much stronger than just a sniveling fool…
"Please don't kill me! Please! Just let me take you to him! He'll kill my family if I don't return with you!" Draco pleaded.
I froze. Draco somehow was able to find my weak spot, the matter of family. I couldn't just let Draco's innocent family pay for Draco's mistake of letting me go. And besides, they couldn't harm me without hitting my Achilles' heel.
I let go of Draco's arms and clicked Riptide back into its' pen form. Draco stopped his sobbing and turned around to look at me. His expression was clear that he thought his entire family was about to be gone in matter of seconds. I gave him a nonchalant look and a shrug of the shoulders. "I'll go with you to your master," I said.
Draco's astounded expression was quickly put to a damper as I said "On one condition."
"What?" He asked skeptically.
"You have to let me cut your hand with my sword."
Draco's expression quickly went from ecstatic to horrified. "Why?"
"I need to see if I can cut wizards' skin." I explained. He seemed to ponder this for a moment, so, to set his mind about it, I said "I just saved your family. Please, do this as a favor in return. You're probably one of those people who does not like owing others favors in return, right?"
Draco let out a distressed sound, and then held out his hand. He gave a quick look around for Riptide. "Where…?" I clicked the pen in my hand, and it re-extended to its' three foot bronze sword. "Oh." He said in a small voice.
I looked down at Draco's hand. It was pale and shaking. "Just do it already." He mumbled. I sliced downward, and, to my displeasure, saw nothing had happened. Riptide had passed right through his hand. Draco opened his eyes and, to his confusion, saw nothing had happened. "Did you do it already?"
"Yeah."
"And I didn't get cut?"
"Nope."
"Why didn't I get cut?" he asked, curiosity present in his voice.
"I'll tell you later, if I get a chance." I clicked Riptide and put the now-pen back into my pocket. Draco seemed amused by the fact that my sword could turn into a pen. "Are you going to take me to your master now?"
Draco swallowed and nodded. He then locked both of my arms behind my back. "What-" I began, but he stopped me. "It's to make it look like you were putting up a fight, so I have an excuse for being this late." I sighed, but put up with it. Just as we were about to march out, Draco said wait. He picked up his wand, and gave a casual flick of it towards the sofa that was in the room. The sofa instantly got huge rips and looked like it had been in a battle of its' own, complete with burn marks.
"Impressive." I said, and we marched out of the room, me with my arms held behind my back, and Draco with his wand pointed at my neck.
Third Person's POV
Lord Voldemort's cold eyes scanned the door once more. He was sitting on a marble thrown at the top of five stairs. His wand was at his side, and Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy stood at the end of the stairs, awaiting their fate.
A twisted smile rose on Lord Voldemort's face. "Well," he began, his cold voice echoing around the almost empty room, "it looks like Draco failed. It is time for you two to pay the price."
Narcissa chocked back a sob, and Lucius put his arm around his wife. Voldemort raised his wand, and with a chilled smile, let loose the words that he knew would end these two people's lives, one at a time. "Avada-"
But Voldemort became interrupted by the sound of two voices coming towards the door. One voice was cussing and every now and then you could hear the voice holders' body thrash. The second voice would yell and reprimand the first, followed by a hollow thunk.
Intrigued, Voldemort waited, and, in a short few seconds, the two voice holders' burst through the door. Narcissa and Lucius turned towards the door. Narcissa bit her tongue to hold back a relieved sigh, and Lucius rubbed Narcissa shoulder.
"Ah Draco, my boy," Voldemort said. "You have returned victorious."
Not really much of a cliff-hanger, sorry. This chapter was a bit longer than the last, and hopefully had some entertainment value in it. I will try and update every Sunday until this story is finished. Please remember to review, so I can make this story at least okay. Thanks, and I'll try and post next Sunday (or not sooner if I'm to stay inside on these up coming rainy days...) Until then, bye!
