Harry had never felt more worthless. His friends had been fighting for their lives and were now captured, disarmed, and tied to a pole. And what had he done during this time; sat there in pain because of a stinging jinx.

"Search the tent!" said a voice somewhere behind him. There were a series of bangs and crashes, the men were pushing down chairs and tables in the tent as they searched.

"Now let's see what we got." Said a gloating voice that Harry recognized as Fenrir Greyback. He could hear Hermione rapidly whispering to Annabeth what werewolves were and how Fenrir was one.

"What happened to you, ugly?" he continued, addressing Harry.

"Stung." Harry muttered, "Been stung."

"Yeah, looks like it." Said Greyback. "'What's your name?"

"Uh, Dudley" Harry improvised.

"And your first name?"

"I- Vernon. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabior." Said Greyback. Harry heard him move sideways to look at Ron. "An' what about you, Ginger?

"I'b Bardy." Harry could tell his mouth was full of blood. He must have been punched in the fight. "Bardy Weasley."

"A Weasley?" rasped Greyback, "So you're related to blood-traitors even if you're not a mudblood. And your pretty friend…?" he said, turning to Hermione, the relish in his voice making Harry's skin crawl.

"Penelope Clearwater!" she said. She sounded terrified, but convincing.

"What's your blood status?"

'Half-Blood" she said.

"Easy enough to check" said the one called Scabior. "And your name?" Harry craned his neck and saw Scabior was addressing Percy, who was idly turning Pen in his hands, where had he gotten that?

"I'm not about to tell you that.' He said coolly. In less than a second, he had uncapped the pen and, somehow, it had turned into his sword! With one swift movement, he plunged it into Scabior's gut.

"Scabior!" cried one of the men, running over.

"Where did he get that bloody sword!?" said another.

"Cut the ropes, quick!" Harry heard Nico say.

"I'm trying." Said Percy, "But in case you haven't noticed, I'm tied up! I can only move my wrist."

"Somebody grab the sword from him!" Harry heard someone say.

"Stupefy!" said another voice. Harry didn't need to look to know Percy was unconscious.

Percy-

I knew that I should expect another dream about Harry's past the next time I fell asleep, but that knowledge didn't help when a spell knocked me unconscious.

I was standing in a long, dark chamber. Towering stone pillars carved with serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place. At the end of the hall, carved into the wall, was a towering, ancient stone face. It looked rather monkeyish and had a long, thin beard.

If front of the face were three people. There was a girl sprawled out on the floor. She looked similar to Ron, with the same flaming red hair and freckles. Was she dead? No, she was breathing, but just barely.

Standing protectively in front of her was a boy Percy instantly recognized as Harry. We was still younger than the way Percy had seen him, but older than he was in the last dream he had had. Perhaps twelve years old? He was clutching a very old, dirty hat and perched on his shoulder was a magnificent, golden red bird.

Facing him was another boy, about sixteen years old. Percy could have mistaken him for a ghost, for the edges of his body seemed to be faded away; but as the girl became weaker, he became clearer. He seemed to be interrogating Harry.

"So tell me, Potter, how did you escape, with nothing but a scar, while lord Voldemort's powers were broken?!" he said.

"Why do you care?! Voldemort was after your time!" At this, the boy smiled one of the cruelest smiles Percy had ever seen, making Percy's skin crawl

"Voldemort" he said, "Is my past, present, and future." He held up a wand and began to write in midair;

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Then, he waved the wand swiftly across the name, and the letters began to rearrange themselves, until they spelled;

I Am Lord Voldemort

"You!" Harry said, in barely more than a whisper, "Your Voldemort! You're the one who's been attacking the students!" his voice had risen until he was yelling.

"You see, Harry Potter. Lord Voldemort can never truly die. And now, Harry, I'm going to teach you a little lesson. Let's match the powers of Lord Voldemort, heir of Salazar Slytherin against the famous, Harry Potter." He turned towards the face, opened his mouth and let out a long hiss. Percy stared, confused. What would a hiss do? It couldn't be a signal; there was no one else in the chamber, so why did Harry look so terrified?

Then, the carving of a face began to move. Its mouth slowly slid open like a doorway, and Percy heard the stirring of a great beast inside. Grabbing the girl, Harry began to run with, for some reason, his eyes shut tightly. Then, out of the statue, slithered out a huge, poisonous green snake. It looked at Voldemort expectantly, as if waiting for a command, and hissed, showing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, all dripping with venom. Voldemort let out another short hiss, and it dawned on Percy, he was talking to the snake.

As soon as Voldemort issued the command, the snake began to pursue Harry, but the bird on Harry's shoulder flew from its perch and flew straight to the snake, sword-like talons aiming for the beast's great yellow eyes. While the snake and the bird fought, Percy noticed Harry jamming the hat on desperately. The hat seemed to grow on Harry's head until it fell onto the ground. Harry reached inside and Percy half expected to see him pull out a bunny. Instead, pulled out a huge wicked sharp sword with a ruby encrusted hilt. After looking at it shock for a minute, he charged the snake.

Percy watched in awe as Harry battled the snake and Voldemort stood there, laughing as he watched Harry struggled. Suddenly, the snake shrieked as Harry plunged the sword into the roof of its mouth just one of its teeth sank deep into his arm.

For a second, Voldemort just stared in shock as his monster swayed, then toppled to the ground. But then he smiled, noticing Harry. His entire body was draining of color as he tottered towards to the girl.

"You're dead Harry Potter." Said Voldemort "It will only take a few moments until the poison takes effect. I'm going to sit here, Harry Potter, and watch you die."

Harry collapsed to the ground as Percy woke with a start.