Percy walked to the bathroom in pain. He felt sick to his stomach. His head is spinning and he just felt weak. He needs to get to the water. Moving to the sink, he had water coming out. He touched the water. He began to feel better. Then he felt the need to throw up. He moved over the toilet to puke out a green liquid. He just kept throwing it up.

"Hey, hurry up," he heard but he couldn't move. He is stuck over the toilet throwing up a green liquid.

"Fine, I'm coming in," he heard the voice snap. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn't think of whom. His head is spinning too much.

The door opened to show a black haired boy. Neville Longbottom rushed to his side in worry. He looked for a second before throwing up again.

"I need help," Neville called as a few boys rushed into the room. He recognized two boys but he couldn't remember their names. He think one is named Dean but the other name is really fuzzy.

"Lets get him to the hospital wing," said Neville before he pulled Percy up. Percy felt like dead weight. He could not move at all. The boys carried him to the hospital wing.

The doors opened to show an old lady who took a look at him.

"What happened," she demanded before levitating Percy onto a cot. He rolled over to puke. She managed to get the wastebasket in front of him before it touched the ground.

"We found him like this. He woke up, went to the bathroom, and started puking his guts out," said the boy closes to him.

"Mr. Finnigan and Mr. Thomas go back to your common room and get ready for class. I will take care of Mr. Jackson," said the lady.

"Okay Madam Pomfrey," said the boys before leaving. The lady walked over to him.

Percy just tired laying down, as the women touched his forehead with her wand. She looked very angry before he looked into her eyes.

"It looks like you were fed and obedience potion. It is out of your system now. Don't worry Mr. Jackson, No one will hurt you in my hospital wing," said the women smiling. Percy could tell she meant the truth.

*Your parent, who is it * he muttered as he laid back onto the uncomfortable cot with itchy sheets.

"Apollo" she whispered into his ear before getting out a sheet for him. It is really soft. She wrapped it around him.

"Sleep, son of Poseidon," she said as she brushed his hair from his face before he fell back into the first peaceful sleep in weeks.

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Sally wanted to scream her head off. That stupid woman forced her into a small room. In it is only a cot, some books, parchment, and a quill. She wanted to do something, anything, to get out of here. She was stuck.

Quietly, she grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote down several questions on her mind.

Why is Dumbledor so obsessed with Percy's life?Where is Percy?

What are the gods doing to make her son get out of here?

Why is Dumbledor enamored with her son instead of her?

Then on a separate piece of paper she wrote down facts that she knows for sure.

Percy is extremely powerful. She is Voldemort's daughter.

Her mother is a seer.

The gods are pissed.

She just wanted answers. Sighing, she sat on the bed, after hiding the parchment under a loose floorboard. He did not want her captors to find it. If they find who Percy's dad is, they will attempt to control him. If that happens, there will be a full out war, and nothing would stand in the way of the gods.

She looked out the window out at the sea, thinking of the father of her child and the love of her life. She just wanted to go home.

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Percy woke a couple hours later. He is still, acting like he is sleeping. It was one way he got Annabeth to leave him alone. Over the year he has perfected the technique.

"You tried to feed him a obedience potion! Are you out of your mind," he heard Pomfrey say to someone.

"It is for the greater good," said a voice. he recognized is as Dumbledor's right away.

"Albus, he had an extreme allergic reaction to something in that potion. He might not wake up for a couple days," snapped Pomfrey in an irrigated tone that reminded him of Hera.

"It did not kill him," said Albus in his defense.

"If I find out you fed him any potion before we find out what he is allergic to, I will hand in my resignation and inform the public that you are torment a boy by imprisoning his mother," Snapped Pomfrey.

"I'm sorry Pomfrey. Obliviate,' said Dumbledor.

'You will not remember anything about Sally Jackson," said the old man.

"Professor Dumbledor, what are you doing down here," said Pomfrey with joy in her voice.

"I came to see Percy," said Dumbledor before he felt the mans presence beside him. He felt a hand brush his bangs out of his face. He got an idea; he swatted the hand away before turning on the cot. He snuggled into the sheets to make sure there was no doubt in the old man that he is asleep. He heard the old man chuckle at his action.

"I have a lot of plans for you, Mr. Riddle," said Dumbledor before moving his bangs again. This time Percy shivered. He knew Dumbledor would think it is the blanket because it is only covering part of him. The old man pulled the blanket around him.

"I can not have my pawn getting sick, that would not do," muttered Dumbledor before patting his head. He felt the man move to leave.

The door opened with a loud, creek. Four sets of footsteps were heard.

"Hello children. Why are you down here," said Dumbledor in his grandfather voice.

"We are here to see how Percy is," said a voice. He noticed the it is Harry's.

"Only for a half and hour and then you all must go back to class," said Dumbledor before the door closed.

"Percy you can get up," said Annabeth as she shook him. He yawned before sitting up.

"How are you guys," Percy asked before he looked at Draco to Harry, to Neville and then to Annabeth.

"The question is, how are you feeling," said Annabeth before Percy smiled at her. He knew she always liked to be right.

'I am tired," he said. He had a feeling that if they said anything Dumbledor would be able to hear them.

"Do you want to play a game of gold fish," said Draco pulling out a deck of cards. He nodded.

They all gathered around his bed to play the card game. Annabeth won which she gloated. Draco stuck his tongue out at her.

"Come on Children," they heard before they turned to see professor Snape looking down at them.

Percy nodded before the other demigods followed Snape out of the hospital wing. This day at least one good thing happened. Annabeth was dared to kiss Severus. She did because she is not a coward. She is now the envy of many jealous girls, even though Snape did give her a week of detention.

Smiling Percy fell asleep.

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Percy glanced up at his Grandfather. He then glared at him for interrupting his dream. "Are you ready to tell me who your father is ," asked Voldemort looking down at Percy. "Are you ready to leave me alone. I need a good nights sleep for the stupid Transfiguration test tomorrow," snapped Percy at Voldemort.

"Crucio," snarled Voldemort at Percy. Percy took the spell. He held his ground. He gripped the wall so he would not fall down. he did not open his mouth to let out a silent scream like many deatheaters do. He bit his lip so hard, blood ran down his chin, and fell onto his cloths.

"Why do you defy me so," asked Voldemort as he released the spell.

"My loyalty remains with my father and not even you will change that," Snarled Percy before Voldemort's red eyes flashed with anger.

"Your loyalty will change in time. I have no doubt about that," said Voldemort, smirking at Percy who is panting hard from the curse.

"Get some rest," said Voldemort before Percy fell back into his peaceful dream.

One thought ran through his mind What was that all about?

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Draco moved through several of his black magic books with Annabeth. They have been searching for a way to release Neville's and Luna's power.

"Hey Draco look at this," said Annabeth before pulling out a book.

"The truth behind the magic by Regina Potter," said Draco before opening to book. He skimmed the pages. Until he got to the page that is book marked. In it is an envelope.

The letter looked normal until he flipped it over. Percy Jackson was the name on the letter.

"We got to get this to Percy," said Annabeth before Draco nodded. He closed the book before putting it in his bag.

"Let's go to bed. We have a lot of work ahead of us," said Draco before Annabeth nodded. Draco held his bag.

Voldemort glared at the fireplace as he sat drinking the wine. He has many plans to put into action. They are missing a main aspect to his plans. Percy Riddle, his grandson. He is reckless like a Gryffindor but has tremendous potential. He wad going to get that boy on his side no matter what.