Hello all, welcome to another chapter of "Demigod Turned Wizard."
Thank you all for the favorites and reviews, I appreciate them.
This chapter came a little late because I spent a lot a time on the last "A Universe At War" chapter. I don't know how but the chapters over there keep ending up at 8,000 or 9,000 words, lol.
I'm about to begin construction on a Naruto fanfiction. It'll be posted soon.
Anyways, that's about it. You know where to go with any questions. See you at the end.
"What do you mean You-Know-Who is in the school?" Hermione said. Harry handed her the map and she studied it for a moment before her eyes widened with fear.
"We have to tell someone," she said, her voice almost trembling with fear.
"Who can we tell? Dumbledore?" Harry snorted. "I don't trust him at all."
"Would you rather trust Dumbledore or have You-Know-Who loose in the school?" Hermione asked. "Who else can face You-Know-Who?"
"Maybe Percy," Harry said.
"Harry, no matter how brilliant he is this is You-Know-Who," Hermione said. "Plus, we don't even know where he is."
"So it's up to us," Harry said.
"What?" Hermione squeaked.
"We have to do something," Harry said, taking back the map. After watching it for a few moments, his eyes widened. "He's going towards the third floor girls bathroom."
"The chamber," Hermione gasped. "Harry we have to tell Dumbledore."
"No, Hermione," Harry said. "I'll do it myself."
"Harry... no you can't this is You-Know-Who."
"Well I can't trust Dumbledore," Harry said. "And if I tell another teacher they'll ask how I know and make me give up the map."
"So you're going to go face down You-Know-Who on your own?" Hermione asked.
"Not face him down," Harry said, "just see what he's doing here."
Hermione huffed. "Fine, I'll come."
"You're not coming," Harry said. "It's too dangerous."
"Harry, if you try to make me stay then I'll stun you and tie you up," Hermione said.
Harry stared at her for a moment before saying, "Fine. We have to hurry. His name just disappeared, that means that he's already in the chamber."
With Percy
Percy lay awake reading Ravenclaw's book. He had slept for a couple of hours but after waking up, he had found that he couldn't go back to sleep.
Suddenly, the door opened and Tom stepped inside.
"You're still awake?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Percy answered. "Can't sleep."
"Well if you can't sleep why don't you come on out and show me a few things you learned," Tom said. Percy shrugged and rolled out of bed. He grabbed his staff and followed Tom outside.
"I'm assuming you learned some new combat spells," Tom said. "Or did you just read the mind arts books?"
"I got a few spells I couldn't exactly test out since they require another human to use them on," Percy replied.
"Well I'm definitely not letting you use me as a practice dummy. I'm assuming you don't know how to make a life-like human dummy?" Tom asked. Percy nodded. "Fine I'll make one for you."
Tom flicked his wand and an average looking human male appeared.
"These don't do anything at all besides stand there and take spells. Now you'll be able to see how the spells affect humans. I can make ones that move if you need moving targets but I don't think that's necessary now."
Percy took a few steps back until he was about 15 feet from the dummy before aiming his staff.
"Impetus fulminis!" Percy shouted. A bolt of lightning crackled from the staff and exploded into the dummy. The dummy was literally blown to pieces. Tom dispersed the smoke with a wave of his wand and then vanished the remains of the dummy.
"That was a lot stronger than I thought it would be. I tried it out on the metal dummy I made and it wasn't that bad," Percy said.
"Well the human dummies I make are only half as durable as an average human," Tom said.
Suddenly, Percy heard a tiny sneeze come from somewhere behind the huge snake statues. It was so quiet that Percy barely heard it.
"Did you hear that?" Percy asked.
"I thought it was just me," Tom said. The two began to walk slowly towards the the row of huge snake statues that lined the wall. Tom held his wand at the ready and Percy gripped his staff.
Suddenly, someone jumped out from behind one of the statues and yelled "Stupefy!"
Quick as a wink, Percy batted the spell to the side. Then, another person jumped out from behind a different statue and shot a stunner at Tom, who conjured a shield without even raising his wand.
"Harry? Hermione?" Percy exclaimed. "What are you doing down here?"
Harry glared at Percy, his wand still raised.
"No, the real question is what are you doing down here with Voldemort?!" he yelled angrily. Percy glanced at Tom, who shrugged.
"Listen, it's a lot to explain-"
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Harry yelled. "I trusted you! I trusted you and you work for Voldemort!"
"Hold on, let's get something straight. I don't work for anyone," Percy said. "And you have to let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain! The only thing I can trust right now are my eyes and I clearly saw what I saw," Harry said. "I should have listened to Ron about you. He always knew something was up."
Percy suddenly aimed his staff at Harry and shot an 'incarcerous' at him. Before he could even react, he was tightly bound. Hermione pointed her wand at Percy but Tom disarmed her and then caught her wand.
"Can we talk now?" Percy asked.
"I don't care what you say, Harry's never joining you and he'd never become a death-" Hermione started.
"Will you please SHUTUP and let him talk!?" Tom yelled. Hermione seemed to suddenly remember that she was standing across from the most powerful "dark" wizard of all time with no wand.
"Thank you," Percy said. "Now it would be nice if you didn't interrupt me. Tom has a lot to explain and at the end, we'll both give a magical oath to prove that it's the truth."
Harry glared at Percy but stayed quiet.
"Excellent. Tom, you can start."
A while later
Hermione absolutely refused to believe a single word of what she was hearing. That is, until both Percy and Tom took a wizard's oath right in front of her. Even then she was extremely skeptical.
"The books!" Hermione exclaimed after Tom and Percy took the oath. "All those books! You're telling me that every single one is a lie?! All those historical facts are just... lies?"
"Not all are lies, more like misinformation," Percy said.
"But all the things that happened in the school! You possessed Quirrell and tried to steal the sorcerer's stone first year. Then second year the whole diary thing happened-"
"Wait what?" Tom said. "Diary?"
"Yes! Your diary with your 16 year old self inside of it possessed a girl in the school and brought her down to the chamber!" Harry said.
"I never had a diary!" Tom said with a frown. "What the hell would I need a diary for?"
"Are you saying that was Dumbledore, too?" Hermione asked.
"Well there's no other explanation," Tom said. "But how was the Chamber opened? That's the million dollar question. If you were still over in America and I wasn't involved at all, how could Dumbledore have found a way to get into the Chamber?"
"Can we get back to the diary issue?" Harry asked. "How would Dumbledore be able to fabricate a 16 year old version of yourself? And how could he control a basilik? Was Ginny really possessed?"
"The only way to get those answers would be from the man himself," Percy said. "But we're not ready for a confrontation yet."
"So what is your plan?" Hermione asked. "You must have a plan to bring Dumbledore to justice."
"It won't be an easy task. Dumbledore isn't only one of the most powerful wizards ever, he also has a strong grip over the minds of nearly every wizard in England. Everyone believes he is a righteous hero that fights for the good of the weak. We need to begin chipping away at the public's trust of the man," Tom said.
"We can use Rita Skeeter for that. She's always sniffing for anything controversial," Percy said.
"Many would be more than happy to shrug anything she writes off as Skeeter trying to stir up the public. There are too many who already don't take the Prophet seriously," Tom said. "We need to dig into Dumbledore's past. Find something that could dirty his name then get someone to publish an article or even a book on it. Someone who is viewed by the public as reliable."
"That isn't that important right now," Harry said. "What are you going to do now, Percy? They've now tried to directly take your life for the first time. If you return to the school you wouldn't be able to go anywhere without watching your back."
"Obviously, that's why I've been down here," Percy said. "Though I'm getting a bit tired of being huddled up under here. I think I'll take a walk to Hogsmeade tomorrow."
"I don't think that's the best idea," Tom said.
"It'll be fine. Grindelwald, Dumbledore and Snape will be in the school teaching," Percy said with a wave of his hand. "Don't even worry about it."
"By the way, how and why do you have a staff?" Harry asked.
"Dumbledore broke my wand during the attack in the hospital wing I just told you about," Percy said. "So I got an upgraded magical weapon."
Hermione looked like she was going to burst with jealousy while Harry looked confused.
"I've never seen anyone with a staff before," he said. "Is there some sort of secret staff dealership or are there only certain people that can use a staff?"
Percy looked at Tom. "You can explain it to them if you want, Tom. I'm feeling tired again. I think I'll go to sleep now."
As Percy headed off towards the wall with the Salazar Slytherin statue, Tom began to explain everything that he had learned from Gregorovitch about staffs.
Not too many hours after, early afternoon
Percy sat up in bed reading Ravenclaw's book once again. He was very serious about diving deep into the mind arts and with all the time he would soon have on his hands, he had plenty of time to work on his mental prowess.
The door suddenly opened and Tom stepped into the room again.
"Do you still plan to go to Hogsmeade today?" Tom asked. Percy nodded. "Fine. Obviously if you plan on going you won't be able to carry your staff around, at least like this."
Tom grabbed Percy's staff, which was leaning on the wall, and pointed his own wand at it. Suddenly, the staff began to shrink and transform until, after a few moments, Tom was holding a silver necklace. Hanging from the chain was a fancy looking silver S.
"You can easily transform it back into your staff with just your willpower since it belongs to you and you are magically connected to it," Tom said. "You should definitely only use it in public as a last resort, though, since you also have the wand that Gregorovitch made for you."
Percy nodded in understanding. He put down Ravenclaw's book and took the necklace from Tom.
"Thanks," he said.
"If anything goes wrong don't say I didn't warn you," Tom said.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Now get out I don't have any pants on under the covers."
A short while later
Percy looked around the third floor girls bathroom where he had emerged from the chamber.
"This is where the Chamber of Secrets is hidden?" he muttered. "Well I can't deny that it's a reasonable hiding spot."
Percy pointed his wand at himself and cast a disillusionment charm. Even with his old wand his disillusionment charms were near perfection. With this better wand it was nearly impossible to see him. Percy imagined what his disillusionment charms would be like with his staff.
Percy left the bathroom to an empty hallway. His plan was originally to leave the school as quick as he could. That changed the moment he passed Grindelwald disguised as Moody on his way down the staircase from the third floor.
Percy froze. He could just ignore it. Grindelwald was most likely just heading back to his classroom. But Percy just couldn't resist the urge to follow the famed "dark" lord, though. He turned around and, as quietly as he could, crept up the stairs behind Grindelwald.
As if luck was rewarding Percy for his nosiness, he caught sight of Dumbledore coming down one of the staircases from the fourth floor.
The two men stopped in front of each other and looked around before Percy heard Dumbledore quietly ask, "Did you find anything?"
"I found more than something," Grindelwald responded in a low voice. "I have everything we need. I don't see why we need to wait for so long."
"Come to the office. We'll talk there. A hallway in the center of the school isn't the place for a discussion," Dumbledore said. He and Grindelwald began to ascend the stairs and for a moment, Percy considered following them. After a few moments, though, he decided against it. There was no doubt that someone like Dumbledore had numerous ways to know if someone snuck into his office.
Percy turned and descended the stairs, eager to get outside for a few hours of fresh air.
Less than half an hour later
Percy walked through the streets of Hogsmeade, not really bothered by the biting cold despite the fact that all he wore was thin robes over his clothes with the hood pulled over his head.
Percy decided to go inside the Hog's Head for a drink before went on a walk around the rest of the village.
The inn wasn't that full. There was only a few people inside and no one noticeable at all. After a quick glance around, Percy headed to the front bar and took a seat.
"Need anything?" asked the elderly looking barman.
"Yeah, can I get a butterbeer?" Percy asked. At first he had disliked the extremely sweet drink but it grew on him and was a nice alternative to the nasty pumpkin juice that was popular among wizards.
"Sure thing," the barman said. Percy pulled out 2 sickles and put them on the bar for the barman to pick up when he brought the butterbeer.
After a few moments, the barman returned with Percy's butterbeer and Percy took it. As Percy started to drink it, a man sat down next to him. He wore a black robe with a hood that covered half of his face, similar to what Percy was wearing. The barman came over and asked if he wanted anything but he just waved him off and continued to sit there. Percy didn't want to look nosy but he also wanted to know why the man came into a bar just to sit there.
After a few moments of silence, the man suddenly said, "Percy Jackson."
Percy's hand slid into his pocket where his Phoenix blood wand was.
"No need to get defensive, Jackson. I would never attack you. After all, you did help save me once," the man said. He has a smooth, soothing voice that sounded familiar to Percy.
"Who are you?" Percy asked. The man reached up and removed his hood, revealing a face that could only be described as beautiful, even though it was a man. He had golden eyes and caramel skin along with black hair that flowed down past his shoulders. He would never be mistaken for a female, but his facial features couldn't be described as handsome either.
"Thanatos," Percy said. Thanatos chuckled.
"Correct, Jackson," he said, pulling his hood back up.
"What are you doing here? I'm sure you didn't come across the Atlantic just for some drinks," Percy said.
"Well of course not. I actually never drink at all anymore. I gave it up about a few hundred years ago, back when us gods were here in England. I made the horrible mistake of getting absolutely pissed at one of Dionysus' parties. I was so drunk that I couldn't even walk straight. I ended up coming across these 3 English wizards and they managed to trick me out of three of my most prized possessions. Of course I created new ones but it hurt my pride, you know?" Thanatos said. "Anyways, that's not what I'm here for. I came here to give you some pretty bad news."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "So bad that Death himself had to come give it to me?"
"Yes," Thanatos said. "Around a day or 2 ago, a few souls entered the Underworld. Actually no, not a few. A lot. A WHOLE lot."
Percy's blood went cold. "And who were these souls?"
"Everyone," Thanatos answered. "Every single demigod at both the Greek and Roman camps."
Percy's heart sank into his stomach. He was frozen in shock and had absolutely no idea what to think. He wanted to say he didn't care. He tried to not care. But he just couldn't force himself not to.
A single tear escaped his left eye and ran down his cheek. He didn't bother wiping it away.
"All of them?" Percy asked, his voice quavering.
"Well, not every last one. I believe there was a couple of them from Camp Half-Blood out on a quest. They'll arrive back to quite the shock, I think," Thanatos said.
Another tear ran down Percy's cheek. This time, he wiped it away and took a deep, shaky breath.
"How did they die?" he asked, although he was pretty sure he already knew the answer he was going to get.
"It was you," Thanatos said. "The you that claimed he was from another reality."
And that's when Percy broke down. He buried his head in his arms and let the tears flow. Thanatos just watched as the Hero of Olympus cried with his head down for almost 3 minutes straight. He wasn't exactly sure what to do since he'd never been in this situation before so he just watched the boy cry.
Percy eventually brought his head up and wiped his eyes but then he just stared at the table.
"You okay?" Thanatos asked.
"I didn't... I didn't know," Percy said, his voice still shaky. "I didn't know he would be so... I didn't know he would be like that. I hated them. I hated them and I didn't want to help them. It's my fault. It actually is my fault."
And then the tears began to fall all over again. Thanatos awkwardly patted him on the shoulder but the boy paid him no mind.
"If it makes you feel any better," Thanatos said, "Nico is alive."
Percy sniffled and wiped his eyes once more.
"What about the gods?" he asked. "Where are they?"
"Aphrodite came up with a not so bad idea to enlist the help of American wizards across America," Thanatos explained. "From what I know, some of the gods failed in their attempts due to the plain arrogance of the wizards who, believe it or not, are much worse than the wizards over here I promise you. It was so bad that a few gods lost their temper. It didn't end well for many of the American wizards. As for the ones that succeeded, well, I'm not sure what they're up to."
"But what are they doing now?" Percy asked.
"I don't believe that they've made the discovery about their children yet but when they do... well, it won't be pretty at all for America. Think when Hades kidnapped Persephone, and then multiply it by a whole lot. America is not going to be in good shape," Thanatos said.
Percy stared at the wall on the other side of the bar, lost in thoughts and old memories of Camp Half-Blood.
"Will you be alright?" Thanatos asked.
"I'll be fine," Percy said. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to hunt him down and murder him. I swear it."
"Oh you won't have to worry about hunting him down. I'm fairly sure he'll eventually come looking for you for one reason or another. I suggest you prepare. I don't want to see your name in my iPad anytime soon," Thanatos said.
Percy just nodded slightly and continued staring at the wall. Thanatos stood up and patted Percy on the shoulder.
"Good luck, my friend," Thanatos said. "Oh yeah, and while you're here would you mind getting my stuff back? Sure I made new ones but the OG is always better than the sequel, am I right? (*Cough cough, that was Boruto shade, cough cough*)."
Percy just blankly nodded again and Thanatos gave him a small smile before turning around and exiting the Hog's Head.
For almost an hour Percy sat there, just thinking. He was broken out of his thoughts, though, when he caught the eye of the barman for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. Percy frowned. Why was the old man watching him?
When the man turned away Percy studied him, glad to at least have something that could take his mind off of thoughts of Camp Half-Blood. After a moment, though, Percy frowned again. The man looked very similar to Dumbledore. He had a long grayish white beard and long grayish white hair. He was also very tall and he had the same blue eyes. Percy frowned again. They were very alike. Too alike.
"Thanks for the butterbeer, sir," Percy said as he stood up.
"Would you like another one? You can have it, free of charge. It looks like you just got some tough news," the barman said. Percy tried not to look too suspicious as he sat back down with a shrug.
"Sure," he said. The barman slid another butterbeer in front of Percy. The moment the barman turned his back, Percy cast a revealing spell on the butterbeer. He was relieved to find that there was nothing malicious in the drink. Percy put his wand back in his pocket and took a sip as he looked around the bar. There were only two people still sitting inside. A young man that looked like he was young enough to still be a student at Hogwarts and a very old man with a cane.
Percy glanced at the clock. It was just after 5 PM, which meant that the last classes of the day just finished. Percy sighed. Even though there were a lot of nuisances in the school, he sort of missed daily life at Hogwarts believe it or not.
Percy drained the rest of his butterbeer and stood up again.
"Thanks for the free drink," Percy said. "Good evening."
"Would you like another drink, free of charge? Perhaps a firewhiskey?" the barman offered.
Now Percy was definitely suspicious but he didn't see the harm in staying again. He'd always wanted to try a firewhiskey anyway after all he'd heard about it from the other kids at Hogwarts.
"Sure," Percy said again. He watched as the barman glanced at the clock before going to get the firewhiskey. Percy narrowed his eyes.
"As a matter of fact, I think I'm quite full. Again, thanks for the drinks. I really appreciate it," Percy said.
"No, no, take the firewhiskey. I promise it's no trouble young man," the barman said. Percy was about to refuse when the doors to the Hog's Head banged open. Percy whirled around to see Dumbledore enter the inn with Grindelwald as Moody right behind him. Dumbledore fired two quick killing curses at the other two men in the inn, who didn't even have time to react before they were killed instantly.
Grindelwald slammed the door behind him and locked it with a silent spell before stepping up next to Dumbledore. Percy, who had already drawn his wand, quickly backed away from the front bar, where the barman also had his wand drawn. He looked back and forth between the barman and the two powerful wizards, trying to keep both in his line of vision.
"Nice work, Aberforth," Dumbledore said, not taking his eyes of Percy.
"I honestly didn't really have to do much," the barman, or Aberforth as Dumbledore called him, said.
"Don't think about apparating away, Jackson. We have anti-apparition wards up already," Grindelwald said.
"You made quite the mistake by coming here, Jackson," Dumbledore said. "My brother alerted me almost instantly. Unfortunately I had to wait for classes to end so that I would have some backup in Gellert here. We can't have you slipping through our fingers again."
Percy gripped his wand tightly and took a deep breath. He already had an easy way to escape but perhaps he could glean some more information from Dumbledore before he made his getaway.
"So this is your bother, huh? You really do have people everywhere," Percy said.
"Of course I do. I didn't come here to talk, though," Dumbledore said before he fired a curse at Percy. Percy leaped to the side. His first plan had been to get Dumbledore to talk as much as possible and then vapor travel away but clearly Dumbledore was in no mood to talk. If that was the case, then it looked like Percy would have to leave sooner than first thought. Not without a little parting gift, though.
Percy pointed his wand at the ceiling and yelled "Bombards maxima!"
The last thing he heard was a huge explosion before he disappeared from the Hog's Head.