Percy

"Hello… grandson."

Percy had fought cyclopes who were his brothers and rescued a golden fleece that he was distantly related to, but he'd never hated his lineage more than at that moment.

It's not true.

He swallowed, "My mum's parents are dead and you're not the Lord of Time so sorry, but you've got the wrong long-lost family member."

Voldemort turned to face him, his snake-like eyes narrowing as he took him in. Over his shoulder, Harry was staring open-mouthed at Percy.

It's not true.

But Percy knew the truth and, from the look in his eyes, so did Harry.

"Your mother's adopted parents are dead," Voldemort corrected, "I am her birth father and I am very much alive, thanks to Wormtail here…"

"M-my lord…"

"Not now, Wormtail!" the Dark Lord's voice cracked like a whip and the wizard called Wormtail fell to the ground, sobbing louder. He turned his scarlet gaze back to Percy, "I had an affair with a witch when my power was at it's height, resulting in the birth of Sally Jackson. She was to be my legacy, my aid in my quest for eternal life. You can imagine my disappointment when I discovered she was a squib."

Percy gritted his teeth, "People have been underestimating my mum her whole life and they've been wrong."

"Of course, she had some clear sight," he continued, oblivious to the interruption, "but she was useless to me and from that point on I swore to have nothing to do with my descendants."

I'm flattered, he thought bitterly, "What made you change your mind?"

"I discovered my daughter had managed to attract a Greek god. Finally, here was someone worthy of the name of Slytherin! I knew you would be a useful ally but in my weakened state, I couldn't simply come and find you. I needed to bring you to me. Yes, it was I who destroyed the Mist and put your precious camp in jeopardy, knowing you would have no other choice but to seek help at Hogwarts. You believed that the Mist fell because Hecate was gone but in fact it was the other way around; frightened by my power and afraid that the other Olympians would blame her for my doings, the goddess fled. So, you see, Percy, I can help you. I took the Mist away, I can put it back. All you have to do is swear your allegiance… to me."

Percy's hands were shaking with fury. The tip of Harry's wand dipped but he jerked it back up to point at Voldemort, "It was you?" he said, "You destroyed the mist?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" the Dark Lord hissed, sounding faintly annoyed. He began to pace, "Wormtail, show me your arm."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, master…" the grovelling wizard extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed callously.

"The other arm, Wormtail."

"Master, please… please…"

Percy shuddered. Voldemort grabbed Wormtail's left arm and yanked up his bloodsoaked sleeve to reveal a red tattoo of a skull, with a snake pouring out of it's mouth. The mark looked as though it had been branded onto the skin and Percy's own SPQR tattoo burned in sympathy.

"It is back…" Voldemort purred softly, "They will all have noticed it. Now, we will see… now, we will know…"

He pressed his long, white forefinger to the mark. Against the headstone, Harry writhed. Wormtail let out a fresh howl and, as Voldemort removed his hand, Percy saw that the brand had turned jet black.

"You see, Percy, this is where it all began. Even now, Harry Potter stands upon the remains of my father. A muggle and a fool… very like Harry's dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? His mother died to protect him, and I killed my father and look how useful he has proved himself, in death."

Percy tasted bile. He couldn't meet Harry's eyes. Voldemort was the reason Harry didn't have his parents and Percy was his grandson.

"But look!" Voldemort's red eyes lit up with something akin to hunger, "My true family returns! Ah, don't be jealous Percy – you have a… special role."

"Go to hell!" he spat.

A cruel smirk twisted Voldemort's snake-like features, "I think I'll leave that to you and that little girlfriend of yours." Percy recoiled in shock and Voldemort laughed with heartless satisfaction.

The air was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Figures materialised from the shadows, all hooded and masked, and one by one they crept forward, as though hardly believing their eyes. Then, one figure fell to his knees and kissed the ground at Voldemort's feet, murmuring, "Master… master…" and they all bowed and kissed, before retreating to a silent circle.

"Welcome, my Death Eaters… Thirteen years since we last met, but you answer my call as though it were yesterday. Yet, as I look upon you – whole and healthy, with your powers intact – I must ask, why did this band of wizards never come to the aid of their master, to whom they swore loyalty to? The Lestranges; they were loyal. They went to Azkaban rather than renounce me," the gathered Death Eaters exchanged nervous looks, "Six missing Death Eaters; One, too cowardly to return. One, who I believe has left me forever… He will die, of course… And one, my most faithful servant, who has already re-entered my service. He is at Hogwarts and it was he who delivered Harry Potter to us tonight…"

There was a spy, at Hogwarts. A traitor. He should've known.

A grin curled Voldemort's lipless mouth, "Yes, Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party, along with my guest of honour; my grandson, my heir, Perseus Jackson!"

The astonished applause from the Death Eaters sent horrified chills down Percy's spine, "I'm not like you," he said, "I'll never be like you!"

"Teenagers and their little rebellions," Voldemort chuckled, amused, and his followers joined in, "Perhaps some sport before we celebrate Percy's initiation? Now, Wormtail, why don't you untie our friend Mr Potter here and Percy can give him back his wand?"

"Why?" Percy asked as Wormtail cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone, sending him tumbling to the ground.

"So, you can duel, of course!" Voldemort clapped his skeletal hands together in delight, "Dumbledore's champion vs mine. A fight to the death!"

Nico

"I've got a bad feeling about this…" Annabeth whispered, her gaze fixed on the entrance to the maze as though she could will Percy to appear.

Piper rubbed her back comfortingly, "He'll be okay."

Nico hoped she was right, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was happening, beyond their sight. It had been almost an hour since Fleur had been rescued from the maze. Somewhere inside was Percy, and Harry was in there with him. He remembered the Labyrinth and it's habit of twisting people's minds and he thought about Percy's dreams. If something happened and Percy couldn't control himself…

He'll be okay.

The air was thick with anticipation. The champions were expected back any minute and one of them would have the Triwizard cup. The judges sat tersely in their seats, muttering amongst themselves.

Annabeth followed his gaze to the judges and her eyes narrowed. Nico knew she was picking up on their strange behaviour, too.

"I'm going to ask if something's wrong," she muttered, standing up.

"Annabeth-"

"I'll go after her," Nico offered, hurrying to catch up as she strode down the stairs toward the judges' row. He caught snippets of whispered conversation as he passed; "Do you think someone's found the cup yet?" "Who do you think will win?"

"What if something's gone wrong?"

He reached Annabeth just as she interrupted the judges' conversation, "Excuse me, Professor," she said brusquely, "Is there something wrong with the Task?"

"Not at all, Miss Chase, Mr di Angelo," Dumbledore reassured them, "I suggest you return to your seats. The champions should be returning soon."

"You're lying," Nico decided.

Annabeth crossed her arms, "Professor, Percy doesn't exactly have a great track record with Tasks."

"Professor Moody has checked the maze himself for any unexpected dangers. I assure you, Tom won't interfere this time."

Tom.

Annabeth clutched the back of the seat in front, the colour draining from her face, "Who?"

"Tom Riddle," Dumbledore said seriously, "was Voldemort's name before he became the Dark Lord."

Di immortales.

"Annabeth, this is bad. This is really bad."

"I knew it was all connected," her brows knitted together furiously, "I just didn't know how!"

"We should-" Suddenly, Nico gasped. It was like a sucker-punch to the gut. Death.

Someone was about to die, and Nico was afraid he knew who.

"Nico? What's wrong?"

"I have to go."

"What?"

Some deaths shouldn't be prevented, but not Percy's. He'd lost too many friends already. Nico couldn't lose another. He knew where to go. Maybe he'd been headed there, all this time.

The graveyard.

And with the image of Tom Riddle's crumbling marble headstone fixed firmly in his mind, he let himself dissolve. Will's surprised yell was drowned out by a distant howl, Annabeth's protests snatched by the wind as his surroundings shifted and shapes emerged from the shadows. He glimpsed a figure, bone-white, skeletally thin and somehow, distinctly not-human before his knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

"Leave him to me," a cold voice rasped, "Avada Kedavra!"

Green light burnt away the darkness.

"No!"

Chapter 24 - done! Hope you enjoyed!

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