Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the Percy Jackson series. I am not making any money off of this, this is merely a fanfiction.
Chapter 2
My mom named me Percy for a reason. The ancient Greek hero, Perseus was the only one who got a fairly decent life after completeing his quest. He got the girl, he got famous, and most importantly, he survived. Sadly, I can't say that I'm living up to my namesake...
Here I was in some creepy victorian castle with a dungeon, surrounded by a murderous wizarding cult, with an evil, disowned half-brother. Yep, once again, it would be my family that would do me in. I was still reeling from the declaration that we were family, and so were the other wizards. Looking around, I saw the stunned faces of Bella, Draco, and his parents. Ha. I inwardly laughed at Draco. Here I was, a year younger then him, only to find that I was the half brother of his evil overlord.
I turned back to Tom. He was still smirking. I guess I should be kind of disturbed that he was my brother, but after Tyson...This wasn't so bad. I had already gotten over the fact that dad would never be as faithful as we all liked, and the fact that my half brother wasn't normal...In retrospect, I have to admit that he should have been more upset with my existance, I mean, dad did hook up with his mother, first.
"Yes, Percy. You and I are the only two children of Poseidon in existance. Possibly the only children of the Big Three." So he wasn't very up to date on the half blood world... or with the prophecy. Better keep it that way.
"Well, um...it was good meeting you...You don't suppose that I could talk to you later. I should get back to my hotel..." Tom chuckled. I had to admit, for a eighty year old guy, he was very handsome. Must be because of the magic wizarding thing.
"Perseus, my dear brother. But why leave so soon? I have a proposition for you, that you may want to hear." He paused and smiled charmingly at me. "The wizarding world today is not as it were hundreds of years ago. The noble lines of ancient wizards are polluted by mortals-" Here he spat the word out as if it was a disease. "Mortals who run around with so called magical talents, learning alongside proper, pureblood children."
Here the wizards all jeered and booed. Tom waited until they were done.
"And at their head, is Albus Dumbledore, a senile old man who protects these mortals, as if they were equal to us, and scorns those with the noble blood in their veins." More jeering from the wizards. "Now, my loyal supporters and I are working hard to bring back the times when mortals feared wizard-kind. One day, mortals and mudbloods alike will cower in fear at the sight of us! One day, our kind will be purged of the dreaded infestation these mortals are! One day we shall rule!"
By the end of this litany, all the wizards were cheering are whooping, yelling like it was the fourth of July. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw even saw fireworks shoot up into the high domed ceiling. Magical, harmeless firweorks, I hoped. My attention was captured by Tom again as he pointed his wand at me. The chains around my wrists and ankles shattered.
"So, brother, what say you? Will you join me in this noble endeavor? Will the gods be behind us? Join me, in the name of our father." I stood up, slowly rubbing my wrists, trying to work the numbness out of them.
"So you're saying that I should use my talents to help you kill these mortals? That as your half-brother, I should support you? Well, I don't think so. Poseidon would never support something like this. As a demi-god, we are supposed to be the bridge between the mortals and the gods. We protect, and nurture, even when the gods can't do it. Gods, mortals, half bloods. We are all different, with our different qualities. As half mortal and half god, its our job to keep the peace...You're saying that you're doing this in the name of Poseidon, but father disowned you, you can't know what he thinks! Just because we have divine blood in our veins doesn't make us better! It gives us more responsibilities!"
By the end of the speech, Tom had narrowed his eyes, glaring at me. I knew that in my situtation, I should have just nodded and gone along, but seriously, stealth was not my best subject. Tom reminded me of Polyphemus and the other monster children my father had-convinced that as the child of a god they were superior.
"Ssso." He hissed. "And you claim to know our father so well..." I squirmed.
"We did have a chat about this before..."
"Well, if you claim that we are all equal, how is it that father never visited me?" The question caught me off guard, it was so much like the questions thrown at me from Luke and Ethan. It was the reason for their anger and hatred.
"Look. You said Posiedon disowned you to protect you. If he wanted to keep you a secret, he couldn't have visited you. He didn't visit me much either, but we have to deal with it. Gods are busy, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't care! He's always watching you, watching out for you."
"Even so, I will honour my father, and this is what I will do-once the wizarding world is under my control, we will conqour the demi-god one too...You will stand at the head of my army, Perseus, as my brother."
"I'll never betray my friends like that!" I shouted, worried. This man had to be stopped, if the wizarding world colideed with the demi-gods...
"We'll see-Imperio!" A flash of blue light struck me, and instantly, I felt the entire world fade away into a blissful happiness. I realized that all of my troubles were, well, stupid. Everything would work out...The gods would stop anything bad from happening, I had already fulfilled the prophecy...Without really realizing it, I started walking towards Tom, letting my feet carry me down the wonderfully plush red carpet. Everything was just fine...
I reached Tom, and once again I marveled at how much he looked like my dad. The same black hair, firm jawline. I raised my left arm, and pulled the jacket of my hoodie back. Annabeth had given me this hoodie. So considerate of her. What a wonderful girlfriend I had. Smart, brave, beautiful-
"AHHH!" I screamed as pain shot up my arm, racing up my spine, into my head. I dropped like a rock, my blissful world shattering, as if I had just jumped into a cold lake. Reality hit me, and I screamed again as a vice tightened around my head, and I curled up in the fetal position, holding my still ringing head. I could smell burned flesh. I looked up my eyes swimming, into Tom;s grinning face, he was still holding the wand that had burned me-
I froze as I ripped my sleeze back, exposing a black tattoo, the shape of a skull with a snake in it's mouth. It was disgusting, yet captivating. The snake's dark eyes seemed to suck me in to it's too-deep depths. It almost seemed to move. I knew then that it was no ordinary tattoo. My mom was going to kill me.
"What?" I looked up at Tom. He sneered.
"Welcome to the Order of the Death Eaters. Your talents will be most useful to our cause. Perhapes you can even teach us some of your tricks." He turned to blondie.
"Lucious, attend to my brother." Lucious came forward, his wand in hand, and grabbed the back of my hoodie. He smiled sadistically, dude was still mad I broke his son's nose.
"Shall we?"
"If you harm Lord Perseus, Malfoy, you'll have me to answer to." Tom demanded. Lucious scowled.
"Yes, my Lord." He turned to me again, "After you, Lord Perseus." I could tell he was still a bit unbelieving about the whole Greek gods thing, but after seeing me fight, and listening to his Lord, he was pretty wary. I was still to dazed to do anything. The tattoo throbed on my skin as if it were alive, and I kept glancing at it, unbelieving. What did it mean? Could Tom order me around like one of his minions, now? Lucious shoved me, clearly impatient at my dawdling, and reluctantly, I moved forward. I needed answers, and a plan.
Looking back at Tom, he caught my gaze and smirked, I turned stumbling down the length of the hall. What a day this was turning out to be. Perhapes if I could find some water, I would be able to send an iris message. Or maybe my father would help? But would he condemn one of his own children? I knew he didn't play favourites, and I was reluctant to raise a hand against one of my own siblings-
The sound of a klaxon rang loudly out in the silent hall. I jumped. Immediatly, all the wizards jumped into action. Pulling out their wands, they formed a tight formation around their lord, and five wizards were sent out as scouts. I wondered what had happened, but from the look of things, they had been attacked, and their castle breached. Lucious swore under his breath and pulled me towards the group. A quick head count revealed about thirty to forty wizards.
"My Lord!" Lucious shouted, gesturing at me.
"Protect him at all costs!" I almost laughed at that. He glared murderously at me as I let out a small snicker. He pushed me behind him.
"Stay put if you wish to live." He snarled. Harsh. I glanced around. Most of the wizards were adults who looked capable enough, as I had fought against them when they tried to capture me. There were, however, two teenagers Dracos age, and I worried about them. Whoever these attackers were, I would protect the children without taking a too offensive role in battle. Perhapes I would even have a chance to escape. And then what? I had to warn the camp about Tom. And have a long talk with my dad.
But first, focus on the task at hand. I had no weapons, no way to defend myself, and I was not going to cower behind Lucious the whole time.
"Lucious!" I hissed,
"What!"
"I need a weapon. Perferrably a sword. To defend myself." I explained, hurridly. Riptide was not going to be any help, that was for sure. The man looked to Tom for assurance, and when Tom nodded, abeit slowly, conjured a small, bronze knife, handing it to me. It was slightly longer then Annabeth's. I rolled my eyes at him, and took the knife, holding it out in front of me in a defensive position. For a moment, I was back at Camp, sparring with Annabeth, or some one.
BAM! Without any warning, the great oak door flew open, or rather, disintegrated, in a flash of violet light. A hoard of wizards streamed in, brandishing their wands, shooting jets of colourful lights. Hissing Lucious pulled me out of the way of a colourful yellow beam, and raising his wand, (Cruicio!) shot a beam of red light back in the direction. The light hit one of the first wizards, and he screamed, before collapsing in a heap. Immedietly, two other took his place. Taking a quick head count, I estimated about a hundred or so wizards, Tom was really outnumbered.
Of course, there wsa no time to think as another beam or red light flew my way. What to do? What to do? Should I help Tom? I looked around, no, I shouldn't get involved in wizarding bussiness. I had to get away. And the only way was through the now disintegrated door. Lucious was preoccupied at the moment, shooting beams of red and green light and the oncoming crowd, who fought back with a variant of other colours. By now, Tom's people had merged with the oncoming crowd of blue robed wizards, and each man was for himself. I was safe for the moment, sandwhiched in by several of Tom's people.
Duking out of the circle of black robed wizards, I was immediatly hit by a red jet of light from a young, pimply, brown haired wizard. One of the newcomers. He looked at me, and then at his wand in confusion, and in that moment, I quickly dispatched him, his mouth forming the word,
"Wha-" Immediatly, three more jets of red light hit me, one close to me Achilles spot, and without looking at who shot them, I ran forward, keeping to the edge of the hall. It was a mass of struugling wizards, stray jets of light were flying everywhere. I had to be careful not to be hit. Suddenly, my way was blocked by a big hulking newcomer, growling, (stupefy!) he sent a beam of red light at me. I let it hit me, and then tackled him, me knife raised. I slashed a thin line down his left arm, destroying the nerve cells there, and enabling his arm usless. Thankfully, it was his wand arm.
"You!" He shouted, and tried punching me with his other arm. I immediatly ducked, and lashed out with my leg, catching him in the stomach. Momentarily winded, he let me get away. Only to be hit in the face with five more beams of red light. Looking at each other, the five newcomer wizards closed in on me, about to tackle me. I guess I did look really skinny and sickly at the moment. The first one growled,
"Surrender, Death Eater, and maybe we won't send you to Azkaban."
"What's Azkaban?" I asked genuenly curious, only to recieve strange looks from the five of them.
"Death Eaters," The second one spat. "Lets go get him!" Deja vu to the first time I played capture the flag at camp. I had been tackled by a few Ares kids, including my long time nemesis, Clarisse. That was just like now, except this wasn't a game. These wizards thought I was the enemy. Who knew what they would do. The first one lunged forward, intending to swipe my face, and immediatly, I ducked under his clusmy arms, the kick him in the leg. He veered back, as the second and third one came at my side, holding conjured swords. The second one swung at my head, while the third one tried to hit my leg.
I blocked the swipe at my head, while I punched the third one in the face. Blood squirted out of hos nose, as he lept back, and collided with the first one. Blocking another hit from the second one, I twisted under his arm, just in time to see the fourth and fifth one sneak up behind me. Wuickly, I whirled around, knocking the second one on his head, with the hilt of my knife, enabling his unconsious, I stabbed the fourth one in the leg. Howling, he hopped back, only to perform a quick healing spell. He came back angier then before.
Meanwhile the fifth one and his buddies circles around me, swords raised. I dove for the space between the two of them, twisted under the blade of one, whie punching the other in the side. Right on the kidney. Finally, I was free of them. I ran onwards. The doorway was in sight. As soon as I got out of here, I would contact Nico. Have him shadow travel to pick me up. I dodged out of the way of several more of the fighting wizards, when suddenly, everything stilled.
Everyone was looking at a newcomer, an old man garbed in a long violently yellow robe, with white hair and a long white beard. His pointed hat losided on his head. He strode through the crowd with an air of authority and power, his wand at his side.
"Tom!" He called, and immediately, he disposed of two newcomers with a deathly green curse, turning to meet this adverary. I should have used the time to escape, but really, I was kind of nervous. From the reaction of the crowd, this was going to be no ordinary fight.
"Albus," My half brother snarled. "Finally, you have come."
"Indeed" said the old man. "I have come to see you repent."
"Never. You are a fool for believing in your love...There is no good or evil, you know, just power, and those strong snough to embrace it." The old wizard frowned.
"You always say that Tom. But do you really believe it? This pureblood supremecy? Repent, and you will be forgiven." Tom barked a laugh at that.
"I highly doubt that Albus. After all my crimes? After all I have killed?"
"Why do you kill? Why do you hate?" Tom paused for a moment, seriously thinking the question over.
"I do it in the name of my father," and at that moment, his eyes found mine and he winked. Albus followed his gaze, and seeing me, he frowned.
"Recruiting so young...My friend, whatever went wrong with you?"
"Enough!" I grow tired of this. You have come here to fight, and a fight you shall have."
Tom raised his wand, and with a complicated stroke conjured a huge black snake, that hissed at Albus. It's fangs gleamed in the light. It reared forward, and lept at the old man, only to be met with a beautiful red peacock like bird, whose talons dug into its neck. As the two animals writhed on the floor, Tom raised his wand again, and shot a black spell at Albus. The old man stepped aside, and the black spell landed on one of Tom's people, a 'death eater' and the unfortunate man immediatly started burning up.
As his screams echoed through the now silent hall, Albus shot a yellow light at Tom, which Tm reflected back at the old man. With suprising agility, the man jumped out of the way. And shot a blue curse back. It caught Tom by suprise and grazed the man's shoulder. I winced, the shoulder immediatly started smoking. I wonder if my brother had any ambrosia or nectar at hand. Probably not. Did he even need it? As I watch him hiss in anger, he shot a red curse at Albus. Albus summoned a shield, a forcefield of blue light that absorbed the angry red.
As I watched in facination, a hand closed over my mouth, and a hand held a dagger to my neck. A rough voice whispered in my ear.
"Alright. No funny business. We're going to back slowly out of the room. Try to signal any of your Death Eater buddies, and you're dead." The speaker was obviously a man, middle aged, and lean from the feel of it. He was obviously inexpreienced with weapons, as he held the dagger loosly and with out much control. I took a small step back, my body relaxed, to reassure him.
In front of us, Tom and Albus had both sustained a few minor injuries, cuts, and bruises, as they dueled feriociously. It looked like Tom had the upper hand as he backed Albus down the hall. Suddenly, Albus tripped on a piece of rubble and went down with a smack! Tom leered and pounced, a jet of sickly green light exploding from his wand.
"NO!" I heard the man behind me yell hoarsly, and quickly, I twisted around, freeing myself. I grabbed his hand, and wrenched the dagger off out of it, about to strick a blow to his face, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Albus duck the green light, and junping to his feet, shoot one back at Tom.
My brother was standing in a vulnerable spot, his face leering from the prospect of victory. The green light was going to hit him. It was a split second desicion, as I jumped up and ran over knocking Tom out of the way. I stood in front of him, eyes wide, as the death curse sailed over and hit me straight in the chest.
Of course it didn't do a thing.
I stood there, panting, holding my knife and the my stolen dagger. The entire hall was silent, in shock that I didn't keel over. I looked down at Tom and his eyes betrayed no emotion as he looked up at me.
"Why?" He asked.
"Father would have wanted it." I muttered. I looked up at Albus. He stared back.
"Who are you?" He asked.
I shook my head, and slowly walked towards him. No one stopped me. In actuality, I was heading for the door. I never saw the arm that reached out and grabbed me, whisking me away, again into darkness.