They only visited Hermione's parents briefly before they apparated to Hogsmeade and drank a butterbeer before going ahead to join the rest on the carriages. Percy made sure to heed Harry's words, even though no-one else seemed to be on his side lately.

Percy sure was.

Harry confronted Slughorn about something and the man had retreated back into his shell, letting the responsibility to teach fall onto Percy's shoulder. In the beginning he still showed up for every class except the sixth years. Then in general he started to teach less and less. Owling him constantly with instructions for that day's lesson.

Percy had stopped using his time turner and instead explained to his teachers that he is teaching a lot more and that he'll catch up in no time. He knew most of the classes already, they were far further in terms of education in America. Something that carried from his fifth year in America to the sixth year in Hogwarts.

He wasn't all that worried, but he was tired. All the teaching and grading essays were taking a toll on Percy. While he was used to instruction fighting classes at Camp Half-Blood, he wasn't used to teaching different potions every day.

Besides, at Camp Half-Blood he could take breaks, at Hogwarts that seemed to be impossible.

Some days he just goes to the library's hidden room and crashes on the couch, falling asleep the moment he feels the soft fabric underneath his skin. Hermione would wake him up with his usual plate of food and concerned looks.

Percy held Hermione in his arms as they looked up at the starlight projection. "How is everyone?" He asked, he barely had the time to talk, all he has done so far is grading papers and cleaning up potions stations along with preparing ingredients.

"Well, Ron is going steady with Lavender. It's nice to see her happy." She hummed. "I suppose that Ginny and Dean aren't, they haven't really talked and she doesn't look excited to talk with him."

"They're breaking up?" Percy asked.

He felt Hermione nod against his shoulder. "I believe so, she hasn't told me anything yet."

Percy chuckled, "Harry would be happy to hear it."

"So would Ron."

The two shared a laugh, "Do they know that we saw their little moments?" Percy questioned quietly. Hermione shook her head.

"It's like their little secret." She whispered and looked at him. His eyes were dropping down as they were quiet for a minute. In record time Percy was asleep, snoring and drooling. She looked over at him in amusement.

Typical.

Days started to pass even faster and Slughorn slowly returned to teaching, giving Percy a break for the remainder of his school year, telling and urging him to focus on his grades.

Percy did just that along with returning to his previous focus'. Hermione and Harry. Mostly Harry because of the chocolates that lead Ron to nearly get killed. He knocked on the door, not caring for a secret password. "Let me in, Professor." Percy called out.

The statue moved and it grinded to a halt, Percy raised his eyebrows as he came face to face with Professor Snape. "Perseus." The monotone voice greeted. "Is Professor Dumbledore expecting you?"

"No sir." Percy said and stepped aside, "I was hoping to have some tea with the Professor, that's all." He said.

Snape squinted at him and nodded, stepping out of the spiraling staircase and walking in direction of the dungeons. Percy looked back once again, Snape seemed to be in a mournful mood.

He stepped up the stairs and called out, "Professor?"

"In the office, Perseus." The man replied and Percy looked at the condition he was in. Dumbledore always stood up straight, like a proud old man with a good back, despite being old. Now he was hunched over.

"I need to know what is going on." Percy said, straight to the point. The secrecy within a group with a goal in mind such as the Order of The Phoenix. Secrecy is bound to destroy it from inside. "There is too much unspoken."

Dumbledore looked at him, even though he looked back, he maintained the twinkle in his eyes. "I need to know who you really are."

Percy took in a sharp breath and shook his head, "I can't professor." He denied. It just wasn't an option that he could indulge in.

"I'm a dying man." His head snapped up to look at him. "I will swear on my magic."

Percy bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. He felt like an asshole, "Magic doesn't have any meaning to a dead man." He said, "Swear on the Styx, your life."

The man looked Perseus in the eyes, "Very well." He nodded and held his hand up, "I swear on the Styx that I will not reveal Perseus Grindelwald's secrets." Thunder roared around the tower they were sitting in. He leant forward, "Who are you Perseus? I have tried to follow your steps but I couldn't find anything."

Percy opened his mouth and looked at him, the man had become some sort of desperate. He hadn't had a good year since Percy came to his school and it made him wonder if it always was like that.

"I'm a son of Poseidon." The man listened, showing no reaction to this revelation of his. "I've fought monsters that are considered myths, even in the world of magic. I've fought against ancient gods and defeated them. I'm the hero and savior of Olympus, two years in a row." He sighed and a weight rolled off of his shoulder.

"I've defeated Poseidon's father, I've defeated the Titan of Heavenly Light. I have defeated my father's bane, the giant." He took in a breath and continued, "I am one of the seven that defeated Mother Earth."

"Names have power everywhere, I see." Dumbledore observed. "I'm assuming you have more titles?"

Percy nodded, "Former Praetor of New Rome." He started to list off, "In Tartarus, monsters have called me death. Child of the Great Prophecy, one of the demigods in the prophecy of the seven. Sir do I re-"

"I need to know your credentials, Perseus."

"Prince of Atlantis. Son of Sally Grindelwald, great-grandson of Gellert Grindelwald. Two time champion of the American dueling title and the one time champion of the international dueling title."

Dumbledore stared at him.

"One of the most powerful demigods of the century." He sighed, he hated talking about it. The braginess feeling that he felt made him sick, considering that his cousins on his father's side were powerful. They just lack the magic that he has.

The old man continued to stare at him before he finally decided to speak, "Why are you here?"

"Another prophecy sir. This time solely me protecting the chosen one."

"Tell me, child." He felt a pang in his heart, child. It was something that Chiron called him years ago. He hadn't seen the centaur, and he misses his trainer dearly.

"Sir, I haven't been a child in a long time anymore." He said quietly and recited the prophecy. "In bloodline pure, a savior shall arise. To aid the chosen, where darkness lies. Defeat the killer, their blood demands. Love's refuge sought where gods have no hands. For mother's side, their valor shall ignite. As justice is deemed, for his blood and his lineage redeemed. A pureblood's journey, destiny's embrace."

The man thought about it and nodded, "I shall tell you everything, and listen closely, Perseus. For the plans have been put in motion already, it cannot be altered or stopped as it must happen."

"Destiny" Percy nodded.

"Like destiny." The man agreed. "I am giving Harry information about Tom Riddle's past and his Horcruxes. It is vital in order to discover what Riddle's horcruxes are."

"Horcruxes as in multiple?"

"Multiple." Dumbledore confirmed.

Percy took in a sharp breath, avoiding death that way would anger his uncle, along with the amount of deaths that happened because of Voldemort. "I shall speak with my uncle, learn if there is any more information."

"That would be greatly appreciated." Dumbledore said, and looked at Perseus. Silently asking if there are more questions.

"Who is playing a role in this that I do not know of?"

"Severus Snape." He answered, "A double agent, it is of the utmost secrecy that he is not revealed." His respect for Snape grew, he had already helped Percy hone his skills and even offered something that could shape his whole future career if he hadn't set his eyes on being an auror. Double crossing a dark lord was suicide.

"What role does he play in this all?" He asked with a lump in his throat.

"My death." The wizard said it so casually that Percy didn't pick up on it at first but later frowned at the man.

With a frown and his hands gripping the seat, "What?" He questioned. Dumbledore is a tide turner from what he understands from this war that was going to happen. Yes he may be old but he can still flick a wand.

"As I said, Perseus. I am dying." He held up his hand, revealing a ring. "It is cursed, taking my life slowly. You know of the unbreakable vow that Severus has made with Draco's mother, yes?"

Percy clenched his jaw, he supposes that he wasn't subtle about it. "Yes, I do."

"Do you know the conditions of the vow" The godling shook his head, "Severus is to protect Mr. Malfoy from harm and guide him while he performs the task from the Dark Lord. To kill me. If Draco can't do it, then Severus must."

"And Snape will have to kill you." Percy said and took a deep breath in. The situation was too much, a lot of ploys happening that he had no clue of. "A mercy kill." Realization seeped through his voice. He knows of those, he had seen it happen during the wars he has been through.

"I'd like to be present at future lessons with Harry." He stated and Dumbledore merely shook his head.

"This is his path, Perseus. We cannot guide him by the hand."

Percy's breath hitched and his heart was drumming in his chest. He knew the path that Harry had to walk, he had seen it before because he had walked along an alternative path. Something in him told Percy that he had to go over and kill the man but every kind of logic was against him.

"There is a moment where he'll be alone, if he can't depend on himself. He will be a dead man walking."

What about Ron or Hermione? His head was racing, they would follow him through everything. Everything. Harry, Harry is still a kid. Percy knows that he is still a kid in his mind because he hadn't had the chance to grow past it, knowing Harry's story, he probably never considered growing up until now.

The fates were against them both. Percy nodded tightly, "Very well." He continued, "That ring of yours, it has a Deathly Hallow." The divine energy came off of the ring, it was dormant, but it radiated life, "The Resurrection Stone." It is dangerous to play around with Thanatos' schedule.

There isn't anything else that gives off the divine energy of life that he knows of. Dumbledore nodded. "Remember the prophecy, Perseus."

"I can't forget it, Professor." Percy said and stood up, he had had enough of his questions answered and he was tired from everything. "After all it is my destiny."

"Try to sleep, Perseus." Dumbledore said as he looked out of his tower and over the mountains that surrounded Hogwarts. "I believe that it is for the best that everyone remains alert."

Perseus nodded, chills ran over his body as he realized that he was talking to a dead man. "Thank you, Professor. Have a good night as well."

"I believe that I will." The old man mused, "Thank you."

Before he walked out of his office, Percy turned back. "Professor. You can't tell anyone, even in death." his eyes were casted at the ring that the frail man was wearing, "Your soul will be dragged into the river of Styx. Trust me, it isn't pleasant."

—

Percy had his assumptions about Malfoy, especially after fighting and getting his father arrested alongside Sirius. His assumptions just got worse when Draco showed up to Snape's store alongside his mother.

Now that his assumptions were confirmed, he looked over at Harry. Listening closely to his suspicions. It was left unsaid that he wasn't allowed to tell Harry anything.

They all sat in the Great Hall, Ron however, sat with Lavender and her friends. He had grown closer to her ever since he was poisoned. The door opened and he saw a group of girls walk in.

"That's Katie." Hermione whispered to Harry and the boy stood straight up, immediately walking after her. Percy moved to stand up as well but Hermione put a hand on his arm, shaking her head.

"You don't know Katie like Harry does." She whispered and squeezed his arm. "How have you been?" She questioned.

Percy clenched his jaw and looked at her, "I could be better." He said he knows he could. Looking how you feel is the worst thing that he could feel like. His hair was a bigger mess than usual, his eyes look sunken in and his clothes are completely disheveled. He has been on constant alert and the dreams are coming back, worse and worse.

Hermione smiled sadly and put her hand on his cheek and caressed it, "Remember to take care of yourself." She said.

Percy took her hand from his cheek and shook his head, "I can't," He admitted, "There is too much going on, I must be constantly alert." Arguing wasn't going to get them anywhere, he knows Hermione cares but he needs to do this.

The girl retracted her hands from him and her smile fell a bit. Percy's eyes snapped as he saw a flash of blonde, his eyes looked over at a running Harry now. Percy stood up and got out of the bench, "I'll be back." He said and rushed after them.

A fight would be bad now, out of all the time that there can be. Harry has been obsessed with finding out what Malfoy was doing and now he was chasing after a death-eater. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath as he reached for his wand.

He could hear panting and glass breaking, nearing the room he walked in, his wand up in a defensive position. Harry was running around the corner and hid behind it as a spell was casted to hit him.

He pulled Harry up as he tried to crouch down and look under the toilets, "Are you mad?" Percy hissed. A spell was casted at their feet and narrowly missed them. "You don't have any advantage here, Harry." He said and let go of the boy's collar.

He heard steps running and Harry ran as well. Percy watched, it was like cat and mouse. A predator running after its prey or else it'll die. Percy was a step behind Harry, "Sectumsempra."

The godlings breath was quickening as he didn't recognize the spell, he didn't know what it could be but with that goddamned book that Harry was still holding in his hand he knew that it could only be bad now. He pushed aside Harry and ran over to the sound of a body hitting the ground with a thud.

It was a familiar scene, blood spurted from Draco's face and patterns of scarlet slashes oozed through his shirt. With a wave of the hand the water disappeared around the death-eater. "Deep wounds," He muttered under his breath. "Vulnera Sanentur." He casted and his wand went over his wounds. He was blocking out the sounds of sobbing that sounded like a child.

He had heard and seen it all before. The wounds and the sobbing always came together. Most of the time the sobbing came from godlings that had fallen on the battlefield, crying for their parents.

Percy heard voices as he kept singing the incantation of the healing spell, and healing Draco. He was shaking, he saw it. "Step aside, I've got this, Perseus." There was panic in his usual monotone voice.

He staggered back and looked at Harry. He was still looking at the hurting body of Draco, horror was etched across his face.

Harry ran out hastily and Percy followed. He grabbed Potter by his arms and looked at him. Horror was a permanent look on his face, "You could've killed him." Percy hissed and pushed him away, "If I wasn't there, Draco could've died?"

Harry was still breathing deeply, heaving.

"You'd be a murderer, Harry." He said quietly.

With shaking hands, Harry pushed Percy away from him. His wand was put aside as fast as he could. "I'm not-"

"Not a murderer?" Percy exclaimed, "You came very fucking close to it Harry." He felt sick, never before had he expected this to happen. He put his hands in his hair and he looked at his bloody shirt, Dumbledore's words rang through his head. 'For the plans have been put in motion already, it cannot be altered or stopped as it must happen.'

"Let's go." Percy said, taking his hands out of his hair and finally evening his breathing. "I'm coming with you to the common room." The walk to the Gryffindor was quiet, neither one daring to talk in fear that they'd end up arguing.

Harry didn't touch his wand at all and Percy kept a constant hand on his. Everyone was in class or studying in the Great Hall. Hermione, Ron and Ginny however, were awaiting them in the common room. They knew something had happened by the way that Harry was silent and Percy was bloody.

His breath hitched and his face contorted into desperation as he saw Hermione. "'Mione." He said softly before she wrapped her arms around him. He sunk into the warm embrace and buried his head into her neck.

They stayed like that and Harry sat down on the couch, putting the book he held in such a tight clutch in front of him. Percy finally opened his eyes and pulled away as he glared at the book. He didn't know that spell, it wasn't even Atlantican, what he feared for is that it came out of the book. Written by some old wizard that attended Hogwarts.

Hermione put her hands on his cheeks and looked at him. "I'm okay." He whispered and pressed a kiss against her forehead. He was okay now, despite the blood on his shirt that wasn't even his.

"You have to get rid of it." Ginny said as she crouched down to face Harry. "Today." Harry nodded silently. Relief went through everyone in the room, that was evident on all of their faces.

The two got up and walked out of the room. Ron looked at Percy, "Bloody hell mate, I'm getting you another shirt." The boy stood up and walked up the stairs. Percy let out a breath and sat down on the couch.

Hermione looked at him, still standing. "What happened, Percy?" She asked quietly.

"I-" Percy started and took in another breath. "I don't know. One moment I was pulling Harry up from the ground and the next I was healing Draco."

"Healing?"

"Harry used some curse." Percy said quietly and looked up at Hermione, "I don't know the curse but it slashed Draco's chest. He nearly died."

"-is a shirt, I don't know if it'll fit you." Ron said as he stepped down the stairs and into the common rooms. Percy stood up and accepted the shirt, "Thanks, Ron."

"No problem." He said.

Percy unbuttoned his shirt and held it in his arm and cringed as he put it on the couch. Hermione was watching him and so was Ron. He put the shirt on and buttoned it, it felt tight on him.

"You're focking ripped." Ron said and slowly leant over to squeeze his arms. He then flexed his arm, "You're not even flexing and it's already tight on your arms."

Hermione just swallowed and Percy recognized the mournful look in her eyes. She had that look a lot lately. He knew that it was because of his scars that were littered over his body, some were fading but most were a bit new, still. A year old.

The girl just walked over and started to tie the tie around his neck. The green stood out against his tan skin, Hermione just silently reached up to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you're ok."

Percy smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Hermione. There was no talking needed. Except for Ron, "I'm just going to see Lavender." He dismissed himself and walked out of the common room.