When Percy started unpacking, me and Ron backed out of the door and ran to Ginny's room.

On the beds sat Hermione and Ginny. We walked up to them and Hermione sighed. She had a book in her lap. "I've looked through every Magical Creature book that I have. Nothing. I can't find those weird ladies."

"Did you see how he murdered them? He has to be a dark wizard." Said Ron.

"He doesn't seem like one, he seems... broken." Said Ginny.

I snorted, "He's probably pretending. That no good Death Eater."

"Harry, he can't be one. Dumbledore trusts him. And I could see it in his eyes. As if he's looked into the depths of hell itself. That isn't something you can pretend."

"Ginny, you're only saying that because you think he's hot!" Accused Ron.

"Not true!"

"True! I won't let you go with a Death Eater!"

"Stop!" Yelled Hermione. "Let's check if he has the Dark Mark."

"Hermione, you're brilliant." I said, "Let's go prove he's a Death Eater!"

Ginny rolled her eyes and got up. "I'm telling you guys, he's not. But does anyone listen to me around here."

Everyone ignored her and we went to mine and Ron's room. Percy was mumbling something under his breath. I heard the words Annabeth, kill and her.

I sucked in my breath. He was planning on killing someone! That's more proof he's a murderer! I knew it!

We cornered him and waited. He finally turned around and stared at us, a grin started forming on his lips.

"Ah, I knew you'd have some questions."

"What were those things?!" Asked Hermione.

"Oh, them. Those were some of my old friends. They're called gorgons."

"You killed them!" I accused.

Percy burst out laughing. He was getting on my nerves. "One, they were trying to kill me and you guys. Two, I didn't kill them."

"Oh, so they just apparated when you speared them!" Said Ron.

"No, my sword is special. It doesn't kill them, just sends them to prison. But they always come back."

I glared at him, not believing a single word.

"Do you have any tattoos?" Asked Ron.

"Why?" Percy seemed suspicious.

"Uh-um, just wondering." Said Ron, trying to act smooth.

Percy was about to say something when Dumbledore saved him. Crap!

"Percy, I'd like to talk to you." He called from the other side of the door.

Percy seemed relieved and I felt anger blaze inside me. He had to be evil!

We left the room, and made our way back to Ginny's and Hermione's bedroom. I was tempted to eavesdrop on Dumbledore and Percy but Hermione pulled me away.

We talked more about Percy until Mrs. Weasley called us down for dinner. As we went downstairs, I saw Mrs. Weasley, Tonks and Lupin sealing the door. The others must have just left.

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasley whispered, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs. "Dears, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall, it's through this door here —"

CRASH

"Tonks!" cried Mrs. Weasley exasperatedly, turning to look behind her.

"I'm sorry!" wailed Tonks, who was lying flat on the floor. "It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over —"

But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, earsplitting, bloodcurdling screech.

The moth-eaten velvet curtains had flown apart, but there was no door behind them. For a split second, I thought I was looking through a window, a window behind which an old woman in a black cap was screaming and screaming as though she was being tortured — then I realized it was simply a life-size portrait, but the most realistic, and the most unpleasant, I had ever seen in my life.

The old woman was drooling, her eyes were rolling, the yellowing skin of her face stretched taut as she screamed, and all along the hall behind them, the other portraits awoke and began to yell too.

Lupin and Mrs. Weasley darted forward and tried to tug the curtains shut over the old woman, but they would not close and she screeched louder than ever.

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers —"

Tonks apologized over and over again, at the same time dragging the huge, heavy troll's leg back off the floor. Mrs. Weasley abandoned the attempt to close the curtains and hurried up and down the hall, Stunning all the other portraits with her wand. Then Sirius came charging out of the room next door.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" he roared, seizing the curtain Mrs. Weasley had abandoned.

"Yoooou!" she howled, her eyes popping at the sight of the man. "Blood traitor, abomination, shame of my flesh!"

"I said shut up!" Roared Sirius but the lady wouldn't shut up.

Then Percy emerged from the stairs, he took out his pen, the same pen he killed the gorgon things with.

"Let me handle this." He said calmly. He uncapped the pen and it turned into a shimmering bronze sword with a double-edged blade, a leather-wrapped grip and a flat hilt riveted with gold studs.

He slashed at Sirius's mother, leaving a deep cut through her left eyebrow and ear. She immediately stopped screaming and whimpered. Her eyes showing terror as Percy returned the sword to pen form.

Everyone was silent, even the other portraits.

Percy noticed the awkward silence, "Dinner sounds nice."

We all sat down to eat.

"So, where you from Percy?" Asked Lupin.

I noticed pain and fright in Mrs. Weasley's eyes. Percy must have caught it too. I'm guessing he knows about Percy Weasley because he quickly said, "Call me Perseus."

Lupin finally noticed what he did wrong and Mr and Mrs. Weasley looked at Percy gratefully.

"Well then, Perseus." Said Bill. "Where exactly are you from?"

"Long Island, New York." He said after swallowing some lamb stew. "This is delicious, Mrs. Weasley."

"Thank you Perseus."

For a few minutes there was silence but for the chink of plates and cutlery and the scraping of chairs as everyone settled down to their food. Then Mrs. Weasley turned to Sirius and said, "I've been meaning to tell you, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out."

"Whatever you like," said Sirius indifferently.

"The curtains in there are full of doxies too," Mrs. Weasley went on. "I thought we might try and tackle them tomorrow."

"Can't wait." Said Sirius. I noticed the sarcasm behind his words but Mrs. Weasley didn't notice.

Tonks was entertaining Hermione and Ginny by transforming her nose between mouthfuls. Screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry's bedroom, her nose swelled to a beaklike protuberance like Snape's, shrank to something resembling a button mushroom, and then sprouted a great deal of hair from each nostril. Apparently this was a regular mealtime entertainment, because after a while Hermione and Ginny started requesting their favorite noses.

Percy, Fred and George were talking in hushed tones, smirking every now and then. Probably planning on pranking someone. I didn't know how the twins trusted Percy so much, they didn't see he was a Death Eater.

Finally Percy spoke.

"Harry, you're going to need to tell me about that dementor attack."

Me and Ron jumped up.

"Why would be tell you that?" Said Ron, glaring at Percy.

"Calm down, if I'm going to go to this hearing I need to know all the facts." He said calmly but I could see a small fire of anger in his eyes.

His words were met with a yell of outrage from Sirius.

"Who said you would be going to the hearing with my godson! You filthy Death Eater!" He roared.

Silence.

I could see the small light in Percy's eyes had turned into a forest fire. The ground started to rumble and the sink exploded. Percy's voice was ice cold, slicing through me.

"Do not accuse me without facts. Just because my grandfather was evil doesn't mean I am. Did you ever think that the small little boy in front of you has seen more blood shed and war than you ever had. Don't you think that small little boy has enough of it and just wants some peace." His voice was barely a whisper.

"Thought so." And with that he walked away, up the stairs. The trembling of the ground getting fading away until it was gone.

For a while everyone was silent until Mrs. Weasley spoke up.

"Sirius! Leave the poor boy alone! What did he ever do to you!" She said, infuriated. Her eyes were burning.

"It's more of a fact that he's there." He said and left. His words sending chills down my spine.

When me and Ron came into our room, Percy was sitting on his bed.

"Sorry about Sirius, he's just worried about the whole Voldemort thing and wants to blame someone." I said with fake sympathy. Mrs. Weasley made me and Ron go apologize to Percy for what Sirius said.

"And he decided to blame me." He scowled.

As I walked towards my bed, I saw Percy was holding something that resembled a book. The cover was decorated in seashells and in big, swirly letters, it said forever.

Cheesy.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing at the book in his hands.

"Oh this, it's a scrapbook." He said, surprised that I was talking to him. I was surprised too but what he said before, kind of gave me a different perspective on him.

"Can I see it?" I asked. Ron came over to my side as Percy reluctantly gave me the 'scrapbook.'

I looked at the front cover closely, it was pretty. Under the big swirly forever was something in another language.

"What language is that?" I asked pointing at the word.

"Greek, I'm dyslexic so everything written in English is then translated to Greek." I nodded.

The first page had one name written on it. Annabeth. It was decorated with hearts and roses and other romantic stuff.

The next page was decorated with pictures of Percy and another girl. She was pretty, I'm not going to lie. She had blonde, princess curls and startling gray eyes with tanned skin.

I saw a picture of them kissing underwater, kissing on a train, snuggling and kissing under a mistletoe. There was a lot of kissing and holding hands. A lot of the pictures were painted.

The next page had a map of what I assumed to be New York. There was a pin stuck in the middle with a heart and words, we met. Along with a date.

The next page was all about the first date. Another page had little 'open when' cards on it. I didn't look inside because I though that would be invading private property. There was a lot of sappy stories that I didn't care to look twice at.

I flipped through the pages. The names would change and so would the theme. Grover. Thalia. Tyson. Nico. Racheal. Beckendorf. Silena. Luke. Jason. Piper. Leo. Frank. Hazel. Zoe. Bob. Damon. Bianca. Mom. Paul. Will. Reyna. Ella. Juniper. Hedge. Chuck. Clarisse. Calypso. Stolls. Butch. Carter. Sadie. Cecil. Chris. Clovis. Drew. Katy. Lee. Lou. Malcolm. Jake. Michael. Ethan. Nyssa. Dakota. Gwen. Octavion. And so on.

"Nice." I said.

Percy just took it without a word and stored it back in his bag.

"Thanks, my friend Racheal made it. She painted those pictures."

Me and Ron went to bed. I had a weird dream.

Percy was dangling over a cliff holding the blonde girl.

"No escape," said a voice in the darkness below. "I go to Tartarus, and you will come too."

The pit shook. Percy was the only thing keeping the girl from falling. He was barely holding on to the ledge.

The boy with black hair that I saw in Percy's scrapbook, Nico, leaned over the edge of the chasm, thrusting out his hand, but he was much too far away to help. A girl was yelling for the others, but even if they heard her, they'd never make it in time.

"Percy, let me go," Croaked Percy's girlfriend. "You can't pull me up."

His face was white with effort. And I could see hopelessness in his eyes.

"Never," Percy said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. "The other side, Nico! We'll see you there. Understand?"

Nico's eyes widened. "But—"

"Lead them there!" Percy shouted. "Promise me!"

"I—I will."

Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. "Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess."

Percy looked tired and was covered in blood. Then I knew what was going to happen.

"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."

"As long as we're together," said Annabeth.

Nico and the girl were still screaming at the top of there lungs. Screaming for help.

Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness below.

I woke up shaking. I didn't know if what he saw was real, but I gained some trust towards the grandson of Voldemort.