Percy

The past month had been amazing. I'd finally gotten some R&R, I got to have some Percabeth time, a bunch of great stuff. Now every time I hear Nico mention water I scream across the camp, "I THOUGHT I WASN'T YOUR TYPE!", which is pretty funny. And after a little matchmaking, my bro Jason and I managed to make Solangelo a thing!

And now we just tease them about it. A LOT.

The point is, my life was starting to take a positive turn.

And then those psycho wizards had to ruin it.

CURSE YOU FATES!

Harry

I had just saved the world from Voldemort three months ago, and I was back to being the top celebrity and the most eligible bachelor.

I was just gathering the courage to ask Ginny out, when Snape called an Order meeting. Of course Dumbledore had asked Snape to become the next leader of the Order.

Nevertheless, I was puzzled. We had just defeated Voldemort, which was the whole point of the Order. And by "we", I meant me.

No. 12 Grimuald Place had been re-established as our Headquarters, and Kreacher had become much more pleasant to us ever since Ron, Hermione, and I gave him R.A.B's locket last year.

Snape, the Weasleys, Hermione, Kingsley, McGonagall, Aberforth, Mrs. Figg, and Hagrid were already seated at the table. I took the only spare seat in the room and sat down.

For some odd reason, Hermione had a look of rage, whilst tears streamed down her face, and she looked a moment away from screaming.

Snape cleared his throat and began speaking in his cold tone. "As you know, Mr. Potter," He spat my name out before continuing, "defeated the Dark Lord three months ago. A large majority of the Death Eaters were killed or imprisoned, and the few who escaped are being tracked by Aurors as we speak. What we were not aware of, however, was that the Dark Lord, had a child."

There were gasps of shock rippling throughout the table. "What?!" I spat, leaping to my feet and slamming my fist on the table. My eyesight was rimmed with read. "THAT MURDERER KILLED MY PARENTS AND HE'S ALLOWED TO HAVE HIS OWN FAMILY?!"

"Sit down, Mr. Potter!" Snape snapped coldly. Same old Snape, I see.

Trembling with fury, I sat down.

"As I was saying, the Dark Lord had a child. This child was a Squib, much to the Dark Lord's displeasure, and in order to spare the child from the Dark Lord's wrath, Laura, the mother, took a husband, and moved to America. Laura and her new husband died several years later in a plane accident, but the Squib lived. She had a child, who has an.. extraordinary amount of magic. He is of age and lives in New York."

"Why hasn't he attended Ilvermorny?" McGonagall inquired.

Snape's nostrils flared. "He has been... shielded from our view for quite some time. Only recently I discovered of The Dark Lord's grandson, and I know that the Death Eaters have received this intelligence as well. We must get to him before the Death Eaters do."

"Who will go and collect him?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Arthur, you shall take Mr. Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Ms. Granger to collect Mr. Jackson, and then bring him back to Headquarters." Snape decided, after a moment in deep thought.

"No." Hermione said, shaking her head.

"Excuse me, Ms. Granger?" Snape asked, struggling to keep his voice even.

"No." Hermione repeated, standing up. She was clutching a red book in her arms, with an owl on the cover.

"Why is that, exactly?" Snape snapped.

Hermione took a deep breath, before screaming, "BecauseIneedtobeatupthisbookandthencrucifythetrollthatwrotethisandthenIneedtoreadthenextbook!" She said, all in one breath.

Snape looked extremely puzzled, but let the matter drop. "Very well. Ms. Weasley will go instead."

"Yes!" Ginny cheered from the other end of the table.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Very well. Will You-Know-Who's grandson be attending Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Snape turned to McGonagall. "Professor, if you would write a letter to Mr. Jackson?"

"Yes, of course." McGonagall nodded.

Snape stood up, before turning his gaze to Ron, Hermione and I. "And one final word. You three will be re-taking your seventh year. Gallivanting off n a quest to destroy the Dark Lord's Horcruxes will not deter you from taking your NEWTs." And with that, he disparated, his black cloak swirling.

Gritting his teeth, Harry had a quick breakfast before meeting in the entryway with Ginny, Mr. Weasley, and Ron.

"Right then," Mr. Weasley said in a brisk tone. "Snape has given me the address to the apartment. We'll travel by Apparation." He grabbed Ginny's hand, then handed Ron a slip of paper, who quickly read it before passing it to me.

East 104th and 1st, Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York

I was just beginning to picture the place, when Hermione let out a scream and dashed into the hall, lifting the red paperback book from earlier above her head. She let out another scream and slammed the book into the hardwood floor with such force, I backed up a few feet.

" 'Mione.." I said, trying to calm down the psychopathic lunatic, "Isn't that a little harsh?"

"NOITSNOTTHISBOOKHASRUINEDMYLIFEICANNOTLIVE!" Hermione screamed.

"Umm, okay then." I said, backing up, just as Hermione let out another scream and ripped the front cover off.

I flinched, partly from the loudness, but also because that was the most out-of-character thing I've ever seen Hermione do.

Hermione slammed the book on the floor and began pummeling it with her fists, and occasionally ripping out a page screaming, "YOU TROLL! WHY?!"

"You know," I said, "I think this would be a perfect time to make a dramatic exit." I carefully pictured the place in my head, and disapparated away from the psychopath.

When my vision cleared, we were standing in front of a normal apartment in Manhattan. Mr. Weasley moved to knock on the door, when I stopped him.

"Muggles use doorbells." I explained, pointing to the small button just off to the side.

"Oh. I see, very clever." Mr. Weasley began rambling to himself about the ingenious invention, when a pregnant, brown haired lady answered the door.

"Hello, I'm Sally Jackson." The lady said, opening the door a little wider.

Mr. Weasley beamed. "Ah, Ms. Jackson, may we come inside? We wish to speak to Percy Jackson."

Sally's smile dimmed a little. "Ah, I see. Come inside, I'll grab him." She opened the door fully, and we walked inside. "Please, make yourself at home." She said, pointing to a room down the hall. "The living room is right down that way, I'll be back with Percy."

A few minutes later, a gorgeous girl, around my age came in, with princess blonde curls and striking gray eyes.

Just behind her was Sally, and a muscular, fit, boy with raven hair and sea green eyes that twinkled.

"Hi." The raven-haired kid said. "I'm Percy Jackson, and this is my girlfriend," He gestured to the gorgeous blonde, "Annabeth Chase."

I clenched my jaw. Of course the grandson of Voldemort had an innocent, pretty, girl under the Imperius Curse. By the time I'm done with him, sweet Annabeth will be mine, and Jackson will be exposed as the evil grandson of Voldemort, and he'll be sent away to rot in Azkaban.