Heyyyyy...again.

I'm sorry if it was a cliffhanger last time.

Not really.

Here's the next chapter.

"Avada~"

"Wait."

The pudgy man's high voice cut off immediately, and tried to hide the look of revulsion he seemed to feel, looking at the bundle.

"He may be useful to us yet."

Harry had no idea why they were ignoring him, after all, he thought that Voldemort - he assumed that was what the small bundle was - wanted Harry.

But he wasn't complaining.

Percy just stood there, in a relaxed position, but a serious face on, observing the man and the bundle.

The two firms walked over to a cauldron, easily large enough to fit a man in, that was by a gravestone, about thirty feet from Harry and Percy.

Harry felt a chill in his spine just looking at it, and he shivered, although Percy seemed unaffected by it.

The man flicked his wand, and the cauldron filled with water sickening red.

Harry refused to think it wasn't water, for fear of fainting.

The man dumped the bundle in the cauldron, and Harry prayed to himself, Please let it drown, please, please.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, but nothing else happened, and Percy looked up at the dark clouds, and nodded to himself.

The small, pudgy man, who Harry assumed was Wormtail, spoke in nothing but a whisper, "Bones of the father, shall help him rise, and create the new life."

He flicked his wand, and Harry, with a lurch, realised that he was taking the bones out of a coffin, buried deep underground.

At this Percy flinched, and then straightened, looking at the scene with calm calculation.

Harry couldn't move if he could, he just stood there, stock still, in complete and utter fear.

Percy, although he didn't look afraid, also made no move, like he was accepting this, which made Harry angry, and practically proved that he was a Death Eater.

Percy was, however, fidgeting, as he always was.

Wormtail directed the floating bones with his wand, and they hovered into the cauldron, which hissed at the connection.

As Wormtail recited the next part, his voice took a tone of fear, and he whimpered, "Flesh of the servant, willingly given, shall show his followers' dedication, and give him reason to rise."

Wormtail took out a silver knife, and Harry, realising what was about to happen, looked away, along with Percy, which Harry found odd. Wouldn't he be watching his master's rise?

Wormtail, as if on an impulse, slashed the knife down, and he howled in pain.

Harry heard the flop as something fleshy connected with the ground, and he heard the splatter of warm blood, hitting the gravestones.

Harry, brave enough to look again, saw that Percy was also looking, and Wormtail had dumped the hand in the cauldron with a plop, a handkerchief covering a bloody stump at the end of his arm.

Wormtail continued his ritual, and stuttered, still in intense pain, which Harry could feel slightly sorry for, "Blood of the threat, willingly given, shall show his dominance, and his reason to rise."

With a crack! Wormtail was beside Harry, his wand against his temple.

"Give us your blood!" He cried to Percy, his voice squeaking in fear, "Or the boy dies!"

Harry was, although terrified, also confused, wouldn't Percy want Harry dead? And why was he the greatest threat to Voldemort?

The tightening of Wormtail's grip on the wand snapped Harry out of his musings.

Percy tilted his head, as though thinking, but he shook his head, muttering a barely audible, "I promised her."

Harry was too terrified to think straight now, let alone wonder what Percy promised to whom.

Percy looked up at Wormtail, not a trace of fear on his face, "Ok."

Wormtail nodded, and threw Percy the silver knife, and a glass bottle, removing his wand from the side of Harry's head for a moment, but Harry was too scared to do anything. Percy caught them both easily.

Percy, without hesitation, made a cut on his forearm, not showing any sign of pain, and let the droplets of blood fall into the bottle.

He then, reluctantly threw the half full bottle back to Wormtail, who just managed to catch the bottle, stumbled back to the cauldron.

Harry, again, was too scared to do anything, and Percy tilted his head, liked he was being talked to, and he didn't move.

Wormtail gingerly poured the blood in the cauldron, and the red substance bubbled violently.

The vibrations got so bad that Harry felt himself shake, but then it came to an abrupt halt, and everything was silent and unmoving.

Harry felt his hope rise, maybe it hadn't worked after all!

Suddenly, in a swirl, the liquid rose up, and a tall, skinny figure stepped out.

He was bald, his skin smooth and pale like milk, he had slits for nostrils, like a snake, and his eyes were a sadistic red.

Lord Voldemort was back.

"Wow," said Percy, "You are really ugly."

(I read that in a different Fanfiction)

Voldemort, unlike Harry expected, just gave a cold sneer, grabbed Wormtail's good arm, getting a whimper out of him, and he pressed on a dark mark.

The Dark Mark.

He was calling the Death Eaters.

With a crack! there was a ring of hooded figures, but it was smaller than Harry expected, and he saw that it was smaller than Voldemort expected as well, because he said, in his high, cold voice, "Where are the others?"

A voice came from one of the figures, "My Lord, they seem to have not come."

"I can see that, Malfoy," Snapped Voldemort, and Harry realizes, with a jolt, that this was Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father, "Why haven't they come?"

No one answered, and Voldemort said, "I see."

He walked between the Death Eaters, and said, "Those of you who turned, you shall be punished, aside from you, of course, Snape, for the information you have gathered for me in the last fourteen years."

"Thank you, my Lord," Said a familiar, quiet, silky voice, and Harry knew that this was Professor Snape, is the potions teacher.

Voldemort's cold gaze suddenly switched to Harry, and he slowly advanced, stopping twenty feet away.

"Ah yes," He said slowly, like he was savouring the moment, "Harry Potter, finally.

He turned to his Death Eaters, and gave a sadistic grin, "After fourteen years, I may have my revenge!"

The Death Eaters gave terrified laughs, desperate to please the Dark Lord.

Voldemort turned back to Harry, all amusement gone from his voice, as he whispered, "Avada Kedavra."

Harry stood stock still knowing that this was it, he wouldn't be able to avoid-

A body hit his, and he fell to the ground with an "Oof!" And he looked up.

As if in slow motion, emerald eyes met sea-green, the latter which winked, and then the owner of those eyes collided with the green light.

Harry looked on helplessly as the lifeless body of Percy Jackson flew off into the darkness.

Don't kill me! Even worse, don't leave my story! Please! Please! There's like two chapters after this, please!

I just realised that I didn't recommend a song last chapter, oh well, that's two for this one.

These chapters songs: Riptide, by Vance Joy.

Stronger, by The Score.

All bow/curtesy to Percy.

Peace out.