Harry

"Get down!" Percy yelled.

Harry threw himself to the ground. A few feet away, his friends were sheltering behind Tom Riddle's marble grave as spells streaked over their heads. The tombstone crumbled as it was hit by a hex, raining rubble down on them. Percy tried to move but was thrown back, stunned.

"Wait," Nico gasped, one arm clasped around his side – Harry suspected he'd broken a few ribs, "I can hold them off."

"Nico, wait-" He was so weak – how could he possibly stop the Death Eaters?

But either Nico didn't hear him, or he didn't care; with a strangled yell, he drove his sword hilt-deep into the ground. Harry scrambled back as the earth gaped open, cracks radiating out from the point of impact. From deep below, skeletal hands clawed at the air. Gaunt creatures, the rags of fine clothes hanging off their bodies, dragged themselves to the surface and shambled towards the Death Eaters.

Nico's face shone with power – then he fainted.

Unfrozen, Percy caught his friend before he hit the ground and threw him over his shoulder, "Harry, the cup!"

"Stand aside," Voldemort shouted, "I will deal with these… creatures!" His red eyes flamed in the darkness, his mouth curled into a smile – he was raising his wand -

"Accio!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the cup.

It soared through the air toward him, Harry grabbed Percy's elbow and caught it by the handle.

There was a jerk behind his navel and they sped away in a swirl of wind and colour, Voldemort's scream of fury now a distant whine behind them… They were going back…

Percy

Percy felt his knees hit the floor. Cold stone met his palms. They weren't at Hogwarts, so where were they?

His vision cleared. They were in some kind of temple, Nico unconscious on the marble floor beside him. Harry was on his feet, staring wide-eyed at the Cup still in his hands. Greek fire blazed in bronze braziers sending green light rippling eerily across the walls.

"Perseus Jackson, we meet again."

A raven-haired woman stepped out of the shadows, a reed torch in each hand. She wore a dark, sleeveless dress that rippled past her shoulders like a cascade of ink. Her jet black hair was pulled back in an ornate, high-set ponytail and her emerald eyes shimmered as she eyed Percy as one might consider a frog on the dissecting bench.

"Hecate."

Harry gaped, "Hecate?"

She swept past them, depositing her torches in each of the two braziers. In front of Percy, Harry fell to his knees. Reluctantly, he did the same.

"Harry Potter," she murmured. Her face was like a statue; ancient and beautiful, but cold, "My Chosen One."

Percy winced; he knew what it was like to be "chosen," by a goddess – and it wasn't fun.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, "I thought Voldemort-" my grandfather "-defeated you."

Hecate's green eyes flashed, "That mortal sorcerer? Defeat me? No, Percy. It's true I abandoned my post after seeing what had become of the world I created, but Harry has shown me there is still some good amongst wizards, something worth nurturing."

"That's it?" he glared at her, "You endangered the camps because you were fed up?"

"Percy-" Harry said warningly.

"It's alright, Harry," the goddess assured him, "Percy has done well in restoring my subjects' faith in me, I won't punish him for his impertinence tonight. I shall restore the Mist, and everything shall go back to how it was, but first I must return you to Hogwarts. I should warn you, Percy, if you and your demigod friends choose to remain a part of the wizarding world, your immunity to spells will fade. You will become a part of both worlds, and therefore vulnerable to either one."

He frowned, "Why would we stay?"

Harry looked down.

"There is a crossroads coming," Hecate said, her gaze growing distant, "For you and Mr Potter, both. You must decide how to proceed with the knowledge that has recently come to light," she met his eye and Percy knew exactly what "knowledge," she was talking about, "You are a dangerous individual, Percy Jackson. Eventually, you must choose a side. As for you, Harry Potter," he blinked, "You did well tonight but this won't be the last time you face Lord Voldemort. You know what is coming?"

He nodded slowly, fear creeping into his expression, "I think so, yes."

"Then I will send you back to your friends," she raised her arms, "Goodbye, my champions."

The room dissolved into silver light and Percy felt himself falling through the air. Then, his feet slammed into something solid and he was sent sprawling forward into the grass; the smell of it filled his nostrils. He could hear the crowd – their voices were everywhere, footsteps, screams – they were back…

Annabeth's voice - "Percy!"

He rolled onto his back, shock and exhaustion keeping him pinned to the ground. The memory of Hecate flickered like a dream in his mind, so all he could feel was the utter despair of what had happened in the graveyard. Voldemort's words echoed through his head…

Harry. It took all the energy he had to turn his head ever so slightly to the side. Harry lay on his back beside him, his expression desolate. Tear tracks streaked his face as he clutched the Triwizard Trophy to his chest. Beyond him lay Nico, so pale he could've been dead but the gentle rise and fall of his chest assured Percy otherwise.

"Harry! Harry!" Dumbledore was there, pulling Harry to his feet, checking him for injuries.

"Percy!" Annabeth's face swam above him. Her hand was warm on his cheek, "Oh my gods, what happened to you?"

"Voldemort," the words tasted bitter in his mouth, "He…"

"He's your grandfather," Harry finished for him. The two boys stared at eachother, the awful truth laid bare between them. Voldemort was the reason Harry didn't have any parents and Percy was his grandson – he wouldn't blame Harry if he hated him forever.

"My god…" a face Percy recognised as Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, appeared upside-down over him; it looked white, appalled, "You-Know-Who – a grandson?"

"Is Nico okay?" Will was there now, looking panicked, "Percy?"

"Give him some room!" Annabeth shouted.

"We'll have to question him, Dumbledore," Fudge was insisting loudly, "If he really is You-Know-Who's grandson-"

"Headmaster, di Angelo's hurt, he'll have to go to the hospital wing."

Dumbledore looked down on him, his expression grave, "Percy, wait here."

Nico was being carried away on a stretcher, Will hurrying after him. In the distance, Lou-Ellen was screaming his name. The scene flickered oddly before Percy's eyes. He tried to stand up but somehow ended up sitting on the wet grass, his knees pulled close to his chest. Annabeth wrapped her arms around him, "It'll be okay," she promised, "Everything will be okay."

"Where's Harry?" He wasn't there anymore. Percy craned his neck to look for him, but everything was blurred and misted.

"It's okay, Percy. He's with Professor Moody."

And then he remembered; he should've told Dumbledore straightaway, before blurting out that he was Voldemort's grandson.

"There's a Death Eater! There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts!"

"What?" He could see the cogs in Annabeth's brain turning as her face swam in and out of focus, "But, Harry-"

"We have to find him. Now."

She nodded grimly. He grabbed onto her shoulders and she hauled him onto his feet. Shadowy figures pressed in on them, but Annabeth shoved them out of the way. His stomach flipped as he stumbled after her, but he kept going, pushing weakly through the crowd, resisting the urge to curl up and vomit for the rest of his life.

Dumbledore was deep in conversation with Fudge, "-have to arrest him, Dumbledore. No other choice-" the Minister spotted them, "Where are you going? Jackson must stay here until I can interview him."

Annabeth spoke directly to the headmaster, "Harry's in danger. There's a traitor, here at Hogwarts."

Without a word, Dumbledore strode into the blackness of the night, gesturing for Snape and McGonagall to follow. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea.

"Where do you think you're going?" Fudge caught Percy's arm as he moved to follow, "You're to blame for this – all of this! You kidnapped Harry Potter, you-"

"Don't touch him," Annabeth growled, her drakon-bone sword moving to under the Minister's chin, her eyes blazing.

He gulped, "I'm the Minister-"

"I don't care," she pushed past him, dragging Percy behind her.

Their friends were calling for them, but they didn't look back. Together, they hobbled up the lawn, past the lake, Percy leaning on Annabeth for support. They glimpsed the hem of Snape's cloak vanish around a door leading into the castle and hurried inside.

"Professors, wait!" Annabeth called. They'd reached the stairs now and Percy grabbed onto the banister for support, "We want to help!"

Dumbledore didn't stop or slow down as he said, "Percy, you must tell me – what exactly did Voldemort say about this traitor?"

"Just that he was inside the school," Percy's legs shook beneath him as he struggled to keep up, "And that- that he was his most faithful servant."

"Albus," McGonagall's mouth was puckered with worry, "What does it mean?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by a sound, far above them - Clunk, clunk, clunk; Moody's wooden leg, climbing up the stairs.

"Hurry!" said Dumbledore and gestured for them to be silent.

Portraits were whipped into a frenzy as they passed, Percy caught snatches of whispered conversation – "Did you hear?" – "Potter, kidnapped?" – "That Jackson boy-"

They'd almost reached Moody's office when they head Harry yell from inside, "You're mad! You're mad!"

Dumbledore broke into a run, bursting through the door, wand in hand-

"Stupefy!"

Harry was cowering against the wall, face streaked with grime from the graveyard. Professor Moody had been thrown to the floor and Dumbledore towered over him, every line in his ancient face radiating cold, hard rage. His furious face was reflected in Moody's glass, as was McGonagall's, Snape's and Annabeth's but Percy had been reduced to a shadowy reflection in the face of the mirror.

"Come along, Potter," McGonagall murmured, reaching out to Harry who stared blankly back, shell-shocked, "Come along…"

"No."

"But Albus – look at him, he ought to – he's been through enough tonight…"

"Harry deserves to know how who put him through this ordeal tonight, as does Mr Jackson," Dumbledore interceded sharply, "Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery."

"It was Moody," Harry said disbelievingly, "But how-how can it have been him?"

"This is not Alastor Moody," Dumbledore said quietly, "The real Moody would not have removed you from my sight after what happened tonight. As soon as Percy told me about the traitor, I knew – and I followed."

Dumbledore bent over Moody's limp form and removed his hip flask and a set of keys from his robes. Then he turned to Professor McGonagall and Snape.

"Severus, please fetch me the strongest truth serum you possess and then go down to the kitchens and bring up the elf called Winky. Minerva, kindly go to Hagrid's hut where you will find a large, black dog in the pumpkin patch. Take him to my office, tell him I will be with him shortly and then come back here."

Percy found these instructions extremely peculiar but both McGonagall and Snape turned and left the office without a hint of confusion. Dumbledore walked over to a trunk with seven locks, fitted the first key into the lock and opened it. It contained a mass of spell books. He closed it, tried the second key and opened it again but this time it contained several broken sneakoscopes, some parchment and ink bottles and a silvery cloak. Astounded, Percy watched as Dumbledore fitted the third, fourth, fifth and sixth keys into their respective locks, reopening the trunk and each time revealing different contents. Finally, he tried the seventh key, opened the trunk and Percy let out a cry of amazement.

Huddled at the bottom of some kind of underground pit, fast asleep, thin and starved in appearance, was the real Professor Moody. His wooden leg was gone, his magical eye socket looked empty behind its lid and chunks of his grizzly hair was missing. Percy met Harry's eye, both equally thunderstruck.

Annabeth climbed into the trunk, dangling from her fingertips for a moment before dropping into the pit, landing lightly on her feet beside the sleeping Moody. She bent down and touched his neck, "He's alive, but he's freezing. Percy, pass me your cloak."

As Percy did what he was told, Dumbledore took the flask, opened it and turned it over. A thick, glutinous liquid splattered onto the flagstones.

"Polyjuice potion," Harry said immediately, flushing when Dumbledore gave him a knowing look, "Uh, I mean – Hermione told me about it. It lets you change your appearance, right?"

"Quite right, Harry," Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, he needed to keep the real Moody alive, so he could keep making the potion. But I think, in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have… on the hour… every hour… we shall see…"

Dumbledore pulled out the chair at the desk and sat down upon it, staring intently at the unconscious imposter. Annabeth clambered out of the trunk and threaded her fingers through Percy's. Across the room, Harry gave him a weak smile – a sign that maybe things weren't as irreparable as he'd first thought.

Then, before Percy's very eyes, the man on the floor began to change. The scars disappeared, the skin becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and began to shrink; the grizzled hair retreated into the scalp and turned the colour of straw. Next – Annabeth gave a sharp intake of breath – the magical eye popped out as a real eye replaced it and the wooden leg fell away with a loud clunk, a normal leg growing in its place.

Percy stepped back from the man now lying on the floor – a pale-skinned, freckled man with a mop of pale hair. The man behind everything that had happened tonight.

"That's Mr Crouch's son," Harry said, dumbfounded, "but- how?"

There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned, Winky at his heels, and Professor McGonagall close behind.

"Master Barty!" filthy and dishevelled, Winky threw herself at the young man's chest, "You has killed him! You has killed the master's son!"

"He is not dead, Winky," Dumbledore said, "Simply stunned. Step aside, please. Severus, you have the truth potion?"

Winky remained on her knees, her trembling hands clamped firmly over her face, as Snape took a bottle of completely clear liquid and forced it down the imposter's throat.

"What's going on here?" Percy demanded, "Who is he?"

"Hush, Percy," said Dumbledore sternly, "All will be explained soon," he knelt before the man on the floor, so their faces were level, and asked quietly, "Can you hear me?"

The man's face twitched, "Yes," he muttered.

"What's your name?"

"Bartemius Crouch…" his eyelids flickered, "Junior."

"I would like you to tell us, how you came to be here. How did you escape from Azkaban?"

The man took a long, shuddering breath and began to speak; he explained how his mother had sacrificed her life to help his escape wizarding prison, and how his father had kept him hidden for years with the use of the Imperius curse. He told them how when a witch named Bertha Jorkins discovered him, Crouch – the Triwizard judge who attacked Will in the woods – put a charm on her that damaged her memory permanently. He admitted to killing his father in the woods that night and burying his body in front of Hagrid's cabin.

"And tonight?" Dumbledore asked.

"I offered to carry the Triwizard Cup into the maze before dinner. Turned it into a portkey. My master needed Harry Potter to come back to life, see, and he wanted to meet his grandson," he pointed a trembling finger at Percy, "You. You will serve him, as I have done, and, like me, you will be rewarded beyond the dreams of wizards."

Percy clutched Annabeth's hand, "I'll never serve him. Not after tonight. Not after he tried to kill my friends."

"You'll see," an insane smile lit up his features as his head drooped onto his shoulder, "You'll see…"

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, guys! I'm really loving writing at the moment but I'm not sure about the quality of this one so let me know what you think! I love reading all your feedback, it makes me so happy and I honestly can't believe so many of you like my writing!

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