Of course, the Fates would never give him a break; Percy was starting to think that Sundays just weren't his days -OR- Dumbledore discovers a scroll pertaining to the Gaunt Family line, and no one's quite sure what to make of Voldemort's grandson. Percy's unfortunately had experiences regarding evil grandfathers, but this? He's not sure if he should even be surprised at this point.
Disclaimer:I do not own the world of PJO and its characters, nor do I own the world of Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan. This fanfiction is made purely for fun and no profit is being made off it.
Pairings:As of right now, there aren't any pairings that are the focus of the story, though that may change later on in the story.
Hi! This is my first fanfiction I've ever posted, so please enjoy! I know this theme has been used before in fanfiction, and there are a few clichés surrounding it, but I've tried to make this unique and avoid those clichés, so it's worth giving this story a try! That being said, there may still be a few of them; I do want to build a connected and hopefully unique story, or at least try to do so. This is my first fanfiction, so I'm not sure whether that'll be particularly successful or if it'll fail. That being said, please enjoy!
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Viridity (n.): naive innocence
Chapter 1: Viridity
9:00 AM
Saturday, August 13th, 2011
12 Grimmauld Place
If only he'd known.
The day started out quite normally. Harry woke up with a start after hearing loud bangs from the twins' rooms, only to be met by a disgusting smell that smelt suspiciously like a strange mix of rotten eggs, vomit, and spoilt milk. He wrinkled his nose, and after resorting to a few hacking coughs to get the smell out of his nose, he went to the washroom. Taking a shower and brushing his teeth, he went down to have breakfast, hearing the sounds of Mrs. Weasley bustling around the kitchen, a relatively peaceful atmosphere hanging over the house.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!"
Or maybe not. He inwardly winced as one of his best friends, Hermione Granger, walked towards him with an exasperated and determined expression, his other best friend, Ron Weasley, trailing behind her with snickers barely concealed behind his hand as he mouthed, what'd you do, mate?
Harry Potter smiled innocently at Hermione. "Hey 'Mione. Something the matter?"
Perhaps that was not the best thing to say.
Hermione smiled calmly as she stalked forward. "Now Harry, why would you think that? But then again, wouldn't you like to explain where you were last night?"
He held his hands up placatingly as he backed up, swallowing nervously. "Last night? See Hermione, I was just-"
"Ron, Harry, everyone, breakfast is ready!"
Saved by . "Oh, would you look at that, breakfast is ready!" Harry mentally thanked Mrs. Weasley as he made his escape to the dining room, missing the concerned glance exchanged between Ron and Hermione as they followed behind him.
"Good morning dear," greeted Mrs. Weasley with a cheerful smile and a plate of bacon and toast.
He smiled back at her and slid into a seat on the table. "Hey Mrs. Weasley. Morning."
Across the table, he could see a few unknown Order members hustling around, Remus and Tonks still on the breakfast table eating. It was never truly empty at Twelve Grimmauld Place. Ron slid into the seat next to him, Hermione and Ginny across the table, the twins still in their room.
Remus looked up from his Edition of the Daily Prophet, smiling at him in greeting after sipping his tea. "Morning Harry."
Tonks looked up at this, from where she had been previously enraptured with her bacon and grinned at him. "Wotcher Harry."
"Hey Remus, hi Tonks," he said. He had taken to calling Remus by his name, after the man had kindly (exasperatedly?) told him that it was fine to drop the formalities, and that he could just call him Remus instead of Professor. Harry zoned out, focusing on his breakfast after that. After finishing it in fifteen minutes, he, alongside Ron and Hermione, were about to leave to join Ginny (who had finished earlier than them and was in the living room) when the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Leader of the Order of the Phoenix (and holder of many other titles), Albus Dumbledore, swept into the room.
"Albus! How are you, you're just in time for tea!"
The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to dim for a moment before it came back in full force. There is no way that twinkle is not the result of a spell. "I'm afraid I must decline Molly, I've come back with some urgent news that must be shared immediately."
Harry, who had conveniently decided to loiter around the kitchen at Dumbledore's arrival, shared a quizzical glance with Hermione and Ron. Urgent news that must be shared immediately?
Remus and Molly both frowned at Dumbledore's words, though it was Remus that spoke up. "Is that so Albus? Is something wrong?"
Dumbledore's tone was cryptic as he moved back towards the door. "That will all be shared in the order meeting later today Remus. Although," he said as he turned to look at the three teenagers in the room, "I believe it would be beneficial for you three and the twins to also attend."
The trio once again shared a look. What was so important that they were personally called like that?
6:30 PM
Saturday, August 13th, 2011
12 Grimmauld Place
Order Meeting
After impatiently waiting for the Order meeting all day, they were finally called down at 6:30PM, everyone settling in their chairs, Harry himself settling in between Fred Weasley and Hermione.
As the chatter slowly died down, Professor McGonagall spoke up, tone inquisitive. "Is something the matter, Albus? We were called in a rather urgent manner." Several other order members nodded in agreement, and Harry did his best to ignore the disapproving looks being sent his, Ron, and Hermione's way from Mrs. Weasley (though the twins weren't spared either).
The twinkle in the Headmaster's eyes seemed to get even brighter, if possible. "But of course, Minerva. You see," he started as he began to pace at the front of the table, "last night, and earlier this morning, I was doing some research on Lord Voldemort."
There were several flinches at the name.
"Across my research, I happened upon a scroll that contained the family line of the Gaunts, which is Tom's family from the wizarding side. Upon reading it, I came to have a most startling discovery."
Dumbledore paused, and the anticipation in the room was thick enough that you could have cut it with a knife, while a similar thought of Get on with it! seemed to be going through everyone's mind.
"Lord Voldemort has a daughter."
It was testament to how shocked they were that no one in the room flinched at Voldemort's name. Everyone in the room seemed to freeze at Dumbledore's words as eyes widened and jaws slackened. Even Snape stared unblinkingly at the headmaster.
"Now this is not too bad." A few questioning eyebrows rose. "It seems that his daughter is a squib, and never got to know anything about the wizarding world or her parentage." Shoulders dropped and breaths were unconsciously released; the relief was palpable in the room. "However, it seems that her son, Voldemort's grandson, is -although he has never had contact with the wizarding world- a wizard, and I have reason to suspect that Voldemort himself also knows and will want to have his grandson join him."
The following reactions to this tidbit of news were as expected.
"No way!"
"Of all the things that had to happen!"
"Merlin's beard, we have to do something!"
You have got to be kidding me. Harry himself didn't quite know what to think; when Dumbledore had said he had urgent news to share, this wasn't exactly what he'd imagined.
"QUIET!" Dumbledore's voice boomed. "Voldemort has not yet reached the boy. Thus, we must get to him first, find him, and bring him here for his own safety, for although he may be a wizard, he is only seventeen."
Mrs. Weasley spoke up hesitantly. "Albus… if the boy is only seventeen, and he had no prior knowledge of his wizarding heritage… Well, he's not even that old yet! Surely, we can…" She trailed off, not finishing her thoughts.
She didn't have to.
For a moment, Harry felt bitter. No one had said that he was too young to be going around fighting wars and Voldemort. No one had spoken up for him, and he hadn't even been a teen when Voldemort had started attacking him again in his first year at Hogwarts.
For a moment, Harry felt bitter towards almost everyone he'd ever known.
Then the shame over his thoughts washed over him. That wasn't true: hadn't Mrs. Weasley stood up for him so many times? (Though that was a whole other situation.) Sirius, Remus, his friends, even random strangers had stood up for him before!
Not one but a pair of sharp, narrowed eyes caught the way Potter's eyes darkened, or the way his shoulders slumped a mere fraction of an inch.
"Would the alternative not be worse?"
For a moment, Harry thought Dumbledore was talking about him; then the situation at hand came back to him, and Harry blankly watched as Dumbledore looked at Molly, the headmaster's eyes grim and tired, his voice quiet yet serious. Technically speaking, 17 was the legal wizarding age…
No one spoke up against Dumbledore's statement.
On a similar note though, Harry did wonder if Dumbledore was carrying a secret agenda of giving as many possible heart attacks to as many people as he possibly could over the course of his lifetime ( it was an ongoing theory with multiple stages of evidence; this would make a splendid inclusion). Voldemort's grandson? Living with them? He didn't want to be too judgemental of a seventeen-year-old, but... He met Sirius' eyes over the table in silent question, and after a moment, Sirius reluctantly nodded at him. Many of the order members too, reluctantly nodded along with the headmaster's idea, after looking once at Dumbledore's face. (Though Harry noticed that none of them looked all too pleased about it - again, he couldn't really blame them when he was just about the same.)
Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke up. "Well, since it looks as though you've already made your mind, where does the boy live? When will you get him? Who's going to get him?"
Dumbledore chuckled at the barrage of questions, though Harry didn't quite see the humour in them. "We'll be getting him tomorrow, the sooner the better. He lives in New York, America."
Harry didn't even bother being shocked this time, and he didn't comment.
"As for who's going to be getting him, Sirius, Remus, Mr. Potter, Severus, if you would accompany me?"
Said members nodded in agreement (even as Snape sneered disdainfully at them), and Harry hesitated a moment, before nodding along.
"Excellent," Dumbledore said. "He will be attending Hogwarts as well, so he can catch up on the wizarding world and have the knowledge to defend himself, as, to my understanding, he has had no previous experience with our world."
Ron, who was sitting on Hermione's other side, made to protest, but was silenced by her when he received a harsh jab to the stomach, and he swallowed his complaints with a silent hiss, shooting a betrayed look to Hermione who skillfully ignored him. Harry himself didn't bother complaining: he knew that no matter what, Dumbledore's opinion on the matter wouldn't be swayed, and in the end, complaining would only serve to make him look like a whining child who couldn't understand the importance of things (though that didn't mean that he had to be happy about them).
Dumbledore clapped his hands. "If that's all, we can dismiss the meeting, unless someone has something to share?"
He was only met with a general silence.
"Well then, if that's all-"
Harry raised his hand, interrupting the headmaster as people were about to leave, his question loud and clear. "What's his name?"
Order members stopped, curious.
Albus' eyes twinkled merrily once more. "Why, Mr. Potter, I believe his name is Perseus Jackson."
There's that! Please give constructive criticism, I love improving my work!
By the way, this takes place in Harry's fifth year, starting in the summer before Harry's fifth year, when he joins the Order of the Phoenix, around the ending of the second week of August. Also, the storylining is so that the Second Titan and Giant Wars have already happened in Percy Jackson; this means that the timeline won't be quite synced with the story, but it will be around three months since the giant war, and in the year of 2011, so it'll sort of be in sync with the Percy Jackson timeline -mostly- so the calendar will also be taking place in 2011. Also, sorry if the characters are OOC. I'm also going to make Ron just a tad more mature, maybe. Harry is 15, recently turned so, Percy's going to be seventeen, but they'll still be in the same year if they go to Hogwarts. Here is a basic timeline of the story:
2006 - Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
2007 - Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters + Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse + Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
2008 - Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth + Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
2009 - Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian + The Lost Hero + Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
2010 - The Son of Neptune + The Mark of Athena + The House of Hades + The Blood of Olympus + Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
2011 - Saturday, August 13th: Where the story will start off + Beginning of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix