Has anyone heard of the poem A Poisoned Tree by William Blake (one of my personal favorites), give me a shout out if you've read or heard the fantastic poem.

Also, I have based Percy's character on his personality in the Lightening Thief: unconfident, modest, selfless, honorable, kind hearted, brave, and impulsive, etc. Whereas Harry is surer of himself, brave, noble, overprotective, bold, the teeniest bit arrogant - but not Malfoy conceited - prideful and wanting to be right, etc.

Disclaimer: I don't nor will I ever own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson!

Harry's P.O.V

Chapter 7

An awkward silence descended upon Grimmauld Place.

To be fair, Harry fought the jealousy that washed over him. He really did. But this wasn't a Dementor he could repel with a silly incantation - no, this moment was built upon all the neglection issues Harry had gathered over fifteen years of his miserable life. They don't suddenly disappear, when family comes back into your life. It just doesn't work like that.

Harry eyed Percy suspiciously.

He was fidgeting nervously; Percy's eyes were roaming round, and every few seconds they landed on Harry but just as quickly left, leaving Harry thinking he imagined it.

It wasn't until now Harry had a proper look at Percy: heavy bags hung under his eyes looking like he hasn't slept in days; his sea green eyes held so much understanding and knowing but so much pain. Not only that, but Harry noticed a thin pale scar stretching from underneath his blue shirt to the side of his neck.

"What happened?" Harry blurted out, motioning to the scar.

Percy's hand flew up to it, looking startled at the sudden question.

"Wrong place, wrong time." Percy shrugged; he zipped up his black hoodie, trying to be nonchalant.

It was several minutes before anything remotely interesting happened.

"You never answered my question." Harry said matter-of-factly. "You said you were homeless?"

Percy nodded, insecurely.

"When I was five, Sally married this man. He was awful, a horrible man, treated her like dirt." Percy began to glare at the floor. "I only realized a couple years ago, that Gabe - the guy who Sally married - was hitting her on a daily basis."

There was so much venom in Percy's voice Harry wanted to take a step back, but held his ground. Harry hated this 'Gabe' instantly, how could any kind of man that's even remotely human hit a woman? And from what Percy has told about Sally, only a monster would be able to inflict pain on a kind soul like Sally.

"Why didn't she get out?" Harry asked, his envy dimming away with every word Percy spoke.

"She couldn't pay the bills." Percy was glowering, now. "And Gabe, even though all he did was sit on the couch drinking beer or playing poker games, Gabe had a job that kept us off the streets. The only reason she stayed with him was to feed me. Sally was extremely selfless."

"She sounds incredible." Harry commented, the jealousy was still there but the hate wasn't. The hate began to disintegrate in front of him; there was no hate just a strong dislike.

At least Percy had someone who loved him, who took great care of him. Harry held a certain revulsion which formed in his mind centering Gabe. He didn't know why; Harry hadn't even met Gabe, but there was a defiant loathing in Percy's voice and that made Harry hate Gabe, too.

And Harry felt conflicted. He still resented Percy for growing up with Sally, but also felt a… what was the word… protective? Yeah, Harry nodded mentally. A firm protectiveness developed over Percy and the excitement that came with it once he knew his brother was alive.

"She was," Percy had tears in his eyes. "She died two years ago, leaving me with Gabe."

"I'm sorry, Percy." Harry averted his eyes in shame. Harry wasn't envious of Percy's life, not anymore.

It was more painful to lose someone you knew, and then those you didn't.

"Gabe kicked me out this morning." Percy continued. "Along with a little parting gift."

The last bit wasn't meant for Harry to hear, but he heard and understood instantly. Anger rushed through Harry's veins and blurred his visions for a moment. What Ginny saw, Percy didn't get into a fight. Harry thought, furiously. Gabe had beaten him up.

Harry was livid at the thought.

This Gabe had beaten up Harry's little brother. His brother… huh, Percy was Harry's brother. Harry shook his head trying to get his mind on topic.

Fury danced in Harry's eyes and he felt like hitting something, but the only thing that would end his wraith would be Gabe lying on the floor bloody and beaten. A roaring monster erupted in Harry's chest, causing his vision to go fuzzy. Harry had only one instinct: shield from the monster who dared hit his little brother.

"I know… I know." Harry couldn't keep the ferocity out of his voice. "We only met today, but… where can I find this Gabe and how do I kill him?"

"I think Sirius already took care of that," Percy said, a little surprise showed in his voice. "In fact, I think Gabe is still unconscious."

Harry made a mental note to thank Sirius, but not forgive him. Hell no, he wasn't letting Sirius off that easy, or the others.

"That won't do," Harry hissed. "That son of a banshee! I'm going to rip his throat out for touching you and Sally!"

Percy looked up in astonishment, but soon his shock morphed into a lopsided grin. Percy held out his hand, and gave Harry a crooked smile.

"I think we're going to get along just fine." Harry shook it in agreement.

…

That night, after he explained to Ron and Hermione who Percy really was which was followed by Hermione exclaiming 'I knew there were no Wizards or Witches in America', Percy and Harry were up talking all night. Harry told Percy all of his adventures at Hogwarts since he started; Percy listened with fascination at the tales of his big brother.

Percy told Harry all about this Camp he went to for ADHD's and Dyslexics and told him all about his friends. Harry noted that one stood out, Annabeth was spoken highly of and Percy described her as beautiful (which Harry will hold against him later in life) and Percy immediately blushed after.

Ron had woken up several times and sat up groggily in his bed after seeing Harry and Percy, rolling around and laughing on the floor. He huffed and turned over, not before sending a sleepy glare in their direction - mostly Percy's.

Just before it turned three a.m Percy declared he was hungry and snuck down to the kitchen to swipe some food, his loot consisted of several cookies, two cheese sandwiches and a handful of jelly beans. To Harry's amusement, Percy complained many times that the food they stole wasn't blue, he then explained to Harry his obsession with blue food.

Their late night/early morning feast didn't last long because Harry suddenly realized (with an impending sense of anxiety) that he had his trial in the morning. And after became conscious that he might not even be able to go back to Hogwarts if the trial didn't go well, Harry flung himself in his bed around half four; he was supposed to be up at six.

Dreading what the morning was going to be like, he tried to get to sleep however Percy didn't really give him an option. He was hyped up and Harry saw why he went to an ADHD camp. Finally, they both fell asleep at 5 a.m, Percy because Harry threatened to hit him over the head and Harry because he was exhausted.

Harry watched Percy getting into his bed, angrily. They had just talked the whole night about their lives, and Harry didn't get to be a part of Percy's, it just wasn't fair how much Harry had taken away from him. He hated the fact that Harry didn't get his childhood intertwined with Percy's. They would have lived with the Dursleys - only because Percy wouldn't have met Gabe and neither would have Sally. Harry would have protected Percy from Dudley and his gang and his Uncle.

Before Harry went to sleep, he looked over to Percy and thanked to whatever force was out there for his little brother.

Percy's P.O.V

When Percy woke up he panicked.

He had completely forgotten all about Wizards and Witches, and assumed he was back at Gabe's apartment. Maybe it was the dusty, old smell that had settled throughout the years which reminded Percy of his old home.

But most of all it was the voices. They were all talking at once, and they didn't bother being quiet. Percy could hear the voices were chatting rowdily through the thin floorboards. And that made Percy bolt up in bed. Usually, when there were voices like that in Gabe's apartment it meant he was having a poker game and those ended horribly for Percy. He always used to leave with fresh cuts imprinted there by glass, beer bottles thrown his way. Percy frequently dodged them but would leave the apartment with a broken bone.

So Percy's main intuition was to roll over and fall back to sleep, but then the smell of mouth-watering food wafted up stairs, and Percy did a double take.

He was not at Gabe's.

He was well away from that monster and wouldn't have to see him ever again.

Percy's dread faded, and was replaced by hunger. Percy sat groggily, and swung his feet off the bed, pausing momentarily because of a head rush that plagued him. Percy didn't inconvenience himself to get changed; he went in search for food as his stomach yearned.

He padded down the stairs and found his way into the kitchen (guided by the smell of food). The kitchen was slightly small but felt bigger with so many people in it. When Percy entered it didn't go silent like yesterday, instead only a few people stopped talking and craned their neck at him.

"Good morning." Hermione greeted, as Percy sat down next to her and one of the twins.

From the whole twenty minutes that he met her, Percy already knew that he like Hermione. No doubt about it, only because she reminded him so much of Annabeth. At her name Percy insides did the summersaults.

Percy missed his best friend, already.

"Hey." Percy smiled, although his stomach squirmed guiltily.

He tried not to, but Percy compared Hermione to Annabeth. They were so different in looks (don't get Percy wrong, they were both very stunning), and, yet, so similar in personalities. Both had a thirst for knowledge, but Hermione seemed like the kind of girl who would sit back and do nothing if she got insulted, where as Annabeth would use them as target practice.

Percy loaded his plate with pancakes, bacon, egg, sausages, basically whatever was laid on the table. Before digging in, Percy prayed to Poseidon to forgive him for not sacrificing any food to him.

"Where's Harry?" Percy asked the twin on his left.

"At his trial with the Ministry." He explained. "We know Harry's going to be fine, right Fred?"

"Oh yeah." Fred reassured. "They can't expel him for self defense."

Percy agreed by stuffing scrambled egg in his mouth.

"We're going to Diagonal Alley, later on when Harry arrives back." Mrs. Weasley announced.

"What's Diagonal Alley?" Percy asked, already feeling clueless.

"It's where you buy all your supplies for Hogwarts." Hermione explained. "Like books, robes, cauldrons, a wand, owls…"

A sudden though hit Percy.

"I don't have any money." Percy mumbled, feeling embarrassed, his appetite vanishing.

Percy noticed Ron roll his eyes, irritation plainly on his face.

"What?" Percy asked Ron, annoyed.

Ron seemed alright to Percy, after all the stories Harry told Percy; he thought so highly of him (and Hermione). But Percy couldn't help but dislike Ron - and if not - the sneer on his face which was directed at him.

"Is that a joke?" Ron scoffed.

"Wha- no, um… why?" Percy stuttered, insecure on why Ron was looking his way in dislike.

"Ronald." Hermione scolded, sending a stern look Ron's way.

Ron pointed at Percy accusingly, "Harry's loaded… don't tell me you didn't know that!"

For the second time today, Percy was utterly bewildered. Harry told him he had money, but what was Ron's problem? Why did he detest Percy so much?

"Yeah, but what has that got to do with anything?" Percy asked, looking in-between Ron and Hermione who both seemed to be having a conversation with expressions. "It's Harry's money not mine, I have nothing."

Hermione shook her head, half amused and half exasperated.

"Your Harry's brother," Hermione said kindly. "I am sure he's going to share his money with you."

Percy didn't want Harry's money - that was Harry's and Harry's alone.

"No," Percy disagreed. "I'll earn some money somehow, I have, like… twenty dollars in my rucksack, I could get a bit more if that's not enough."

Fred snorted. "I doubt twenty pounds will do."

George cut in. "Anyways, Harry will probably want to buy you the newest broom."

"Broom?" Percy asked. "For… sweeping?"

There were a few coughs that were obviously disguised laughs.

"No," Ron snapped. "For flying."

Percy's heart skipped a beat.

"I… I don't fly." Percy's voice was hoarse even thinking about it.

"Afraid of heights?" George grinned, as if that fear was very funny.

"I'm… um, not afraid of heights… just… I, um, don't fly." Percy defiantly wasn't afraid of flying, in fact, he loved flying on his Pegasus - Blackjack. He was just afraid of being blasted out of the sky by his unforgiving, all powerful uncle. And a broom? was not of his father's element.

"Don't tell Harry that, he loves flying!" Fred chimed in, thinking it was as equally funny as his brother's.

A blush crept upon Percy's face, he masked it by continuing eating. Percy ate in silence, his thoughts on Camp. It would be lunch, right? Percy was honestly confused by the time difference, and all. Either five hours before or after, all Percy knew was he would be in the lake by now, swimming under scorching August sun, warming up the waters.

Once breakfast came to an end, Mrs. Weasley announced they would spend their time waiting for Harry's return by cleaning Grimmauld Place. Percy was grateful, it meant his mind would be preoccupied not thinking of Camp and making Percy homesick.

They split into several groups. The twins and Arthur would be cleaning downstairs; Hermione, Ron and Ginny (who Percy figured he liked) would be cleaning upstairs in the bedrooms. Whilst Percy went with Sirius and Mrs. Weasley to check out this Boggart? Whatever that was. Percy followed Mrs. Weasley up to a spare room, covered in several inches of dust.

A battered, four-post bed stood proudly in the center of the room. The walls were bare a part from the occasional posters on the wall, lastly, there was a chest of drawers that were tucked away in the corner. Percy suddenly felt a bad feeling as his gaze landed on the draws.

"There, in this draw." Mrs. Weasley tapped a draw with her wand. "We think it's a Boggart."

Percy stood to the side, awkwardly as Sirius knelt, inspect the draw.

"Yes." Sirius muttered. "Defiantly a Boggart."

Percy didn't know how Sirius could tell, but said nothing instead a loud SQUWARK! caught his attention. His head snapped up, his hand already in his pocket searching for Riptide in case a Monster decided to attack him, despite the fact Percy was in England, but that was a minor detail to some persistently annoying Monsters.

Sirius stood up, dusting himself off.

"That was Buckbeak." Sirius sighed. "It's time to feed him."

Percy didn't want to know what Buckbeak was, as long as it wasn't a Monster trying to eat his face off he was fine with ignorance.

"What's a Boggart?" Percy asked.

"It's a Monster that can transform into your worst fear." Mrs. Weasley answered.

"What's one doing in he-" Percy's question died in his throat as the draw burst open.

They both stumbled back in surprise; Percy couldn't see what was happening because Mrs. Weasley blocked him. Percy moved out from behind Mrs. Weasley; he had to know if this Boggart would bring harm to anyone here.

But what lay in front of him wasn't what Percy expected. It was Ginny. She was sprawled on the floor, her arms and legs mangled; dead. He barely noticed Mrs. Weasley falling to her knees beside him; Percy was horrified at the sight of Ginny's body.

Percy heard a scream of horror coming from Mrs. Weasley, and that snapped him out of his daze. He stepped forward, wanting to do anything, but Ginny changed. She wasn't Ginny lying on the floor dead, it was Arthur as equally still. And then George, then Fred. Another boy Percy didn't recognize. Percy wanted to act, he truly did, but he was memorized by the changing looks of the Boggart.

He heard the cries of anguish coming from Mrs. Weasley, he heard the pounding footsteps racing up the stairs but didn't register them. Not until the Boggart changed again, this time it changed into Harry, dead. Percy darted forward, blocking Mrs. Weasley from view of his brother lying dead on the floor.

And almost instantaneously, the Boggart changed. No one was dead this time, contrary to popular desire, there stood Gabe, towering over Percy. A beer bottle in his hand, a bloody knife in the other. Just as ugly as before, Gabe sent a patronizing sneer towards Percy, as he took a menacing step forward.

Percy fell on the floor and scrambled back, his burst of courage dying.

"You piece of shit." The Boggart-Gabe snarled. "It's your fault your mother died!"

Percy let loose a whimper of fright as the Boggart-Gabe advanced. Percy continued to cower away until his back hit the wall, right next to the door.

"You're gonna pay for what your Godfather did," the Boggart-Gabe roared. "You hear that, you fucking bastard? I'm gonna beat you senseless."

Feeling like an ten year old again, Percy hid his face in his hands wanting to cry out for help, but he didn't have to. George had burst through the door, his wand drawn; nearly sent flying as Fred ran into him.

George noticed his Mother on the floor, collecting herself, but tears still ran down her face, and Percy cowering into a wall.

"Riddikulus!" He bellowed, rage passing over his face.

The Boggart transformed into a pink Goblin in a tiara, Percy was so amused by the Goblin he stood up, whilst it mumbled something.

What happened next caught Percy totally by surprise, the Boggart, again, transformed into a man. A pale man with a black cloak. He had slits for eyes and his nose looked like it had been hit several times by a frying pan.

George stepped back in shock.

"Voldemort." He heard Fred whisper, also in astonishment.

Gabe forgotten, Percy whipped his head round and glared at the snake-man. This was Voldemort. Percy's insides raged, as the fury inside him built up. This is what killed Lily and James Potter. This man was what everyone was afraid of.

"Avada Ke-" Percy didn't think, instinct passed through him. In a blink of an eye, Percy pulled Riptide free of his pocket, forcing it into a sword. And before Voldemort could finish the killing curse Percy had lunged forward and sliced his sword through his stomach.

Voldemort evaporated into a heap of golden dust, just like any common Hell Hound. Without hesitation, Percy quickly capped Riptide, before Mrs. Weasley could see his glistening sword and slipped the pen back into his pocket. But unfortunately, Fred and George did notice.

George helped Mrs. Weasley up off the floor whilst Fred walked up to Percy, eyes wide.

"Was that a sword?" Fred asked, amazement in his voice.

"Yeah," Percy admitted. "But, please Fred, you can't tell anyone! George either."

Fred nodded, still in awe. "You stabbed the Dark Lord with a sword that just vanished!"

"He was going to kill you." Percy raised his eyebrows, ignoring the vanishing part. "Would you prefer if I didn't?"

"No." Fred said, hurriedly. "But you've got a brass pair, Perce."

"Well," Mrs. Weasley interrupted, weakly. "I think that was enough for one day."

Percy nodded, patting his pocket slightly.

"We actually came up here to tell you Harry's back, but I thought that could wait." George said sarcastically.

Mrs. Weasley lead the way downstairs, whereas George sent Percy a reproachful look, but followed. And Fred patted Percy on the back and scurried after them.

Percy turned to the golden dust and swiftly kicked it, spread it around the room.

He was afraid of Gabe? Sure, he was defiantly intimidated by Gabe, but frightened? Apparently. Percy sighed, just when he thought he left that part of his past behind him, the bastard popped back into his life again.

I know I'm asking a lot from you guys but if you would be awfully kind and tell me should there be demigods in Hogwarts? And if so, who?

Malfoy?

Neville?

Luna?

Who Else?

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