A/N: I felt bad for updating my other story regularly instead of this one even if this was more popular. Yeah, so here it is! It took me a few days to get this out (Even if this was super short as always), but I did my best so be grateful! ^^ Hope you guys enjoy~~

Strange C04:

It had been a few weeks working at Ollivanders, and now it was June. Percy, with the help of Ollivander, had caught up and applied for fifth year, seeing that he was turning fifteen in August.

Now, he was currently at the bank, trying to open his own account when he bumped into the blond boy he'd met before again. A scowl crossed his face. Ignoring the boy seemed to be his best option currently. It seemed that the boy had also gotten the same idea, judging by the sneer on his face but the lack of action taken.

An hour later, when Percy stepped out of the building (the blond had already left a few minutes ago), he spotted said blond surrounded by a bunch of boys. It didn't seem friendly. The passers-by didn't seem to see anything, and Percy guessed that a Notice-Me-Not charm had been used.

It seemed that his saving-people-thing had kicked in once again when his legs automatically moved in the direction of the group.

-0-

Draco was a Malfoy, and Malfoys bow to no one. An aristocratic sniff at some hoodlum that dared to try and touch him sent said man scurrying away. Why did he have to go all the way to Diagon Alley to get his stuff anyway? Wasn't that what house elves were for?

He finally reached the white, marble doors of Gringotts, a relieved not-smile made its way onto his face. Thank Merlin.

The blond was queuing up – why did he have to? He was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake! – when he saw a familiar face. The black-haired teen with green eyes it was. He didn't recognise him but that shirt with those pants are a complete no. Inwardly rolling his eyes while sneering at the boy, he noticed that said teen was scowling at him. Well, at least he had the guts to scowl at him, a Malfoy, the blond acknowledged grudgingly.

The queue Draco was in was faster than the other male, and Draco smirked when he finished – just a few minutes earlier, but still faster – before the raven-haired. He was just walking down the last few steps when he was accosted by a group of Hogwarts students, a few Draco had cursed before. (They were bullying Pansy and Draco couldn't let that go. Pansy was his friend after all.)

The blond turned his nose upwards, the Malfoy arrogance turned up to maximum level. "You're blocking the way."

One of the guys, a Hufflepuff (Shocker, I know), sneered. (A Hufflepuff, sneering? At a Malfoy no less! The end of the world is near!)

"This is revenge for that day!"

A sickly purple light (When did he take out his wand?) shot towards Draco and he, as quickly as he could, threw up a shield. (He knows that the spell is too fast anyway, despite his efforts. He readies himself for the impact.)

The spell hits something, not flesh, but bronze; a bronze shield to be exact. The teen he'd seen at the bank was there, shielding him. (When did he get here so fast?)

The menacing look on the male's face is enough to send the other five guys running, as if the devil was on their tails. – It might as well be.

"You okay?"

And Draco finally catches an up-close glimpse of his saviour. Black, unruly hair, green eyes, and surprisingly, even with all the similar features with Potter, not very alike. The shield was mysteriously gone, Draco notices, as he grabs the hand that's been offered.

The silence was awkward, before the other male offers his hand once again with a smile and says, "I'm Percy, Percy Jackson. You?"

Cool, grey eyes surveyed the teen a bit more before a grudging response was given. "I'm Malfoy," and he obnoxiously pauses for a bit, as if Percy should know who he is, and continues, "Draco Malfoy. Thanks for the help, though I could've handled it."

The son of Poseidon rolls his eyes in exasperation. He has not forgotten their first meeting, and talks with wariness. "It seems like saving your life actually comes with a modicum of respect, so unlike the first time we'd met."

Blond eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I'm sorry, but I don't recall our ever meeting."

Percy sighs in what seems like resignation. "Remember 'Yeah yeah, keep on yapping. I don't understand dogs anyway'?"

That had been one of his better comebacks, and he'd at least like some appreciation for it. Grey eyes widened before narrowing in anger. A finger was thrust into his face and the blond whispered (they were in a public place after all, and it wouldn't do to make a scene because Malfoys do not make scenes.) furiously, "You!"

Percy gave an over exaggerated yawn, one eye closed in feigned laziness. "Yes, me. What are you going to do about it? I just saved your life, or did you just conveniently forget it just like our first meeting?"

Draco didn't like what the other teen insinuated about his forgetting their 'first meeting', and glared.

"I'll let you go for that time because you did me a favour. Make no mistake; I will not let this type of rudeness go again. Do I make myself clear?" Draco tried to sound like his father, as snobbish as possible, in an effort to intimidate the other boy.

Percy waved it off, already walking away. Now that he was closer to the blond, a deep sense of lonelinesspainpressure seemed to emanate from the boy; Percy was slightly – only slightly, mind you – impressed that the other wizard did not show any of that on his face. And it was quite troubling. Percy resolved to help the boy, if only to alleviate some of the guilt that still resided after being unable to help a similar, so similar boy.

"Hey! Don't turn your back to me!"

Then again, with all that arrogance that Percy never had to deal in the previous two cases, he might actually reconsider his decision about checking himself in to the nearest mental ward. He could already tell that the blond was going to be a lot of trouble.

-0-

"Well? What news do you bring for me?" Red, slitted eyes glared contemptuously at the cowering rat-like man at his feet. The man sniffled, teeth grinding together in an unbearable sound before he answered, "M-M-Master, I bring bad news."

"Crucio!" Voldemort did not like bad news and had the tendency to Crucio anyone who did bring him some. He finally lifted the spell after several seconds, leaving the man a quivering mess who'd messed his pants. "Go on, Wormtail."

"O-Ollivander has t-t-taken on an apprentice."

Garnet eyes narrowed once again, and pale hand gripped the handles of his throne tighter. The boy may find out about the legend of the Elder Wand and its whereabouts! The wand belonged to him, and no one was allowed to take it!

"Give me his name," Lord Voldemort did not tolerate another taking his property.

Wormtaill did not dare look up; he could sense his Master's anger.

"P-Percy J-J-Jackson, Master."