Hey guys, before we begin, I want to go ahead and have a moment of silence for Dame Maggie Smith. Your influence in the lives of so many will never be forgotten…...
Ok with that out of the way, it is my distinct displeasure to remind you that I own neither the PJO universe nor the HP universe or any of their subsequent titles etc. etc.
With that out of the way, ON WITH THE STORY:
TIME SKIP 3rd POV
The day Percy Black received his letter was the best day of his life. He jumped around the room causing him to break his guardian's least favorite vase, so all in all an amazing day for the eleven-year-old. As he was zooming around the flat, he and his caretaker stayed in, he could hear the laughter through the room.
"Percy! Calm down I know you're excited but no need to test fate and possibly risk breaking something I would like to keep!" Lupin yelled at his godson.
That's right. Percy lived with Remus. Percy never understood why his guardian had a different last name than him. That is, until a few years ago Percy thought that Remus Lupin was his actual father. Lupin hadn't wanted to tell Percy until he could understand that his real adoptive father was in Azkaban for betraying his real family.
Percy finally slowed down and stopped to talk with his father-figure, the smile on his face reassuring the small child that he wasn't mad about the vase.
"Sorry Remus!" the young heir of House Black smiled up at Lupin with the lopsided smirk the old werewolf couldn't stay mad at. "Hey ,isn't it time to brew your Wolfsbane?"
Lupin sighed as he looked at his pseudo-son. "Yes, Percy its time."
TIME SKIP
As Percy stood in front of the staff table at Hogwarts, he couldn't help but notice the sneer being directed at him by a tall man with greasy black hair sitting in front of him.
"Perseus Black!" The stern woman (who Percy thinks was called McGannahay or something like that) called out his name and suddenly the hall grew deathly quiet. Percy turned around to look at his fellow students and noticed that while the Slytherins were looking excited, the rest of the hall were a mixture of sneers and disinterest. He though maybe it had something to do with his namesake, oh who was he kidding of course it's that bastard's fault.
Percy slowly ascended the steps up towards the sorting hat and sat down on the stool.
"Eh what's this now?" Percy didn't flinch although he felt he should have at having such a voice speak into his mind, but for some odd reason, the sensation felt familiar.
"Hmm let me see, plenty brave and loyal, yet a cunning mind for making things tilt your way. Hmmm very interesting indeed, but in which house to put you? Loyal as any Hufflepuff strives to be, yet braver than most of Gryffindor's lions too. A love of ancient history, eh? Not quite what Ravenclaw's look for what with all their book smarts, but your love of learning whatever catches your fancy is the type of passion that Ravenclaw's all crave! Why you'd probably be able to outwit a few of the Slytherins if you really put your mind to it. But ahhh here's something interesting! Yes, it's all here deep in your soul! Hmm ought to be… RAVENCLAW!"
The crowd was silent, indeed many of the teachers seemed to be confused as well, that is until a rather small man at the head table began clapping before the sea of blue uniforms hesitantly started as well.
Not outright cheering mind you but polite nonetheless and Percy was happy. Maybe here he could let his actions define him, instead of Sirius' mistakes.
1,209,678 seconds later
Two weeks. Percy wasn't even able to make it a month without a detention. Bloody hell when Remus hears about this he's going to freak out! He warned him about all the teachers, even the best ways to stay out of trouble for each one but he still ended up getting a detention on his second week!
There was only one thing for it. Snape hated him with a passion. The older students finally took pity on him after a particularly hard day in the dungeons and started to try to get to know him. They told him that Snape hated everyone except his own house, but even they didn't know why he was so hard on Percy in particular.
One older Hufflepuff who introduced himself as Cedric even offered help with the class but was left perplexed when Percy demonstrated some decent potions skills for an 11-year-old.
"I don't know what to tell you mate." Cedric had told him. "You seem to be doing better than even I was at your age."
Eventually, Percy finally stumbled into the Transfiguration classroom for his detention with McGonagall, who for some reason kept shaking her head whenever she looked into his eyes. Having had enough, he finally worked up the courage to ask her "What is it professor? Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"Because Mr. Black-" "Jackson. Don't call me by that bastard's name!" Percy clapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide in horror at having both yelled and used an expletive at this teacher.
However, much to his surprise the professor seemed to soften up at seeing his reaction. "Mr. Jackson it is then. Now as to the answer to your question, you remind me much of your father, AH!" she raised a finger to ward off Percy's rebuttal. "Not just Mr. Black, but your godfather and his friends as well."
"Really?" he asked in a quiet voice, not showing any visible reaction.
Minerva sighed as she felt that she would regret what it was that she was about to do. "I have something that your godfather was very familiar with." In doing so, she reached under her desk and pulled out a blank piece of parchment.
"I've never been able to get it to work, but perhaps, because of who your father, wanted or otherwise, is, perhaps you will have more luck than I."
Percy, confused, reached out and took hold of the parchment. As he did so, writing slowly appeared on the paper, as if being slowly written.
"Missers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs kindly thank the 'Giver of many detentions' for allowing this parchment to be placed in the hand of one so prepared to use this map as it should be."
Percy and McGonagall both stared in bewilderment at the statement that magically appeared on the top of the parchment, struggling to comprehend what was happening.
"Well, Mr. Jackson, good night and stay out of trouble!"
So immersed in the magical item in his hand, Percy didn't hear his transfiguration professor mutter as he walked out, having served his first of many detentions, "Great heavens we'll have new Marauders by the end of the year!"
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