Sirius

The room rang out into collective gasps. No one had expected the taller boy to speak, yet he had. That would mean that the death boy wasn't the Dark Lord's grandson. The taller boy seemed too gentle to be such a powerful wizard's grandson. Yet, there was the slightest of resemblance between him and Tom Riddle. The same dangerous aura of confidence and all-knowing. The same sharp, devilish features which could so easily change from expression to expression. The same unpredictability. The same 'don't mess with me' looks in their eyes.

Maybe the one difference was their intellect. Tom Riddle had always oozed cunning. His wits were always sharp and twisted, he knew exactly how to read a person, how to disarm them, how to use their own flaws against them. The boy - man? - standing in front of us was different. Although you could tell he was smart, it seemed more like a silent wisdom. Something he doesn't flaunt. Something he doesn't use openly. A more personal sort of smartness.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr Jackson." Dumbledore started.

"Please, it's Percy." Percy said.

Percy's American accent clashed against Dumbledore British one, making the conversation sound weirder than it would've in any other given circumstance.

"Soooooo..." Perseus started.

"What's up with all the staring? Are we really that handsome?" Death eyes suddenly asked, his gaze resting on me with a cute, mischievous grin on his face. Something told me it wasn't real, just well rehearsed.

"Hey, stop stealing my lines!" Percy exclaimed.

"Not my fault you're so delayed." Dark and Gloomy shrugged.

"Who are you?" Hermione butted in, her tone demanding a proper introduction.

"I'm Nico Di Angelo. His cousin."

"And I'm Perseus Jackson. For you, Percy Jackson. Under no circumstances," the room considerably darkened, the air weirdly thick with water, "do you call me Perseus. I answer to Percy and Percy alone."

"Great! This is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald, Ginny, Fred, Molly and Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, and I am - as you most likely know- Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore pointed at each person in turn as their name came up in the list.

"Now that the introductions have been done, let's get moving. You will be staying at this place, 12 Grimmauld Place until the term starts again. Which is in two days. All your supplies will be provided, apart from your wands which you will need to receive by yourself, from an old man named Ollivander. He almost died in the war, and he lost all his apprentices, so be kind to the old man. He will get you your wands."

Neither of them had a reaction to the news, as if hearing people die was normal to them. Heartless strangers.

"Where can we rest? We had a long day and the time difference is killing me right now." Percy groaned leaning on the painting of one of my ex-cousins.

"Perseus, you may want to refrain from leaning on the paintings. They have many violent tendencies." Molly said.

"Like my mum," Ron murmured.

The candle in the corner flickered violently, plumes of soot and smoke rising out. "My name's Percy."

And suddenly, as if nothing had happened, the candle went back to normal, and he smiled, bidding us farewell and taking Nico up to his room.

——— Time skip ———

Percy

I woke up to a multitude of voices. They weren't particularly loud, but my demigod senses had made sure that I never slept heavily. Nico started to stir beside me, and still in our pyjamas, we both walked down the stairs, wanting to find out what the commotion was about.

"Are we really going to let those scum stay here? I killed the Dark Lord once, I can do it again. We don't need them." I scoffed, recognising the voice as Harry. So high and mighty but can't even say his name. Yeah right.

"He is not his grandfather, nor has done anything to suggest he is ev- " Molly got cut off by Ron.

"You weren't even there mum! We did it. We don't need those trai-"

"ENOUGH! I expected better from you guys! Is this how you were raised or taught? Was the war only so you could be placed on a pedestal? You won't judge them by your first impressions, understood?" A voice I didn't recognise called out.

"Remus, please." A pleading voice called, and I recognised it as Sirius'.

"Sorry." I could almost see him smile apologetically to him in my head just from his tone. Alarm bells went off in my head. A feeling in my gut told me this voice didn't belong to who it seemed.

My thoughts were cut off by Sirius, who said, "I'll get the boys."

"No need." Me and Nico replied, concomitantly acting like we were just coming down the stairs. We both knew that they didn't know we heard. They wouldn't talk like that if they knew we were listening.

"I don't believe we have been acquainted yet," said Remus, holding out his hand. I shook his hand firmly, my smile strained. "I'm Perseus Jackson, also known as Percy Jackson." His eyes widened in realisation and he bowed his head courteously towards me before starting up a conversation with Nico. Before I could wonder how he knew us, a voice behind me called out.

"I'm Hermione. It's nice to meet you, but I don't think you should be here. We are in a new year directly after the war - one which you conveniently weren't here for - and you have no prior knowledge whatsoever about magic with wands, meaning you are behind and should start as a first year, but obviously, you're too old and will be in our year." She leant against the wall, her gaze scrutinising me.

"Most people are much more powerful than you but will be treated the same as you because you have supposedly come from a war in Ilvermorny but there wasn't any news about that whereas there was months of news based off of our war." She ranted, her tone so matter-of-factly that my heart clenched at the memory of Annabeth. She didn't stop though.

"And on top of that you are The Dark Lord's grandson which means you will most likely be in Slytherin and you will be hounded by all those Dark followers and their kids asking you when you plan on joining His following." She glared at me, and I mentally prepared myself for whatever thing she was going to say next.

"We just recovered from a war. Us wizards are back to building our lives back from almost nothing. Our homes were destroyed, our castle torn apart, our lives stolen from us. If you dare threaten it, I promise you that it'll be the last time you see the light of day."

On the bright side, she turned and walked away without bothering to let me reply, but that meant I didn't need to socialise. I looked around the room, searching for Nico, but my gaze rested on two redheads. I approached them, wondering what exactly had happened to them.

"Hi, I don't think we have met." I said, smiling softly at them.

The boy held his hand out. "I'm Fred."

"I'm Ginny." The girl supplied, but she didn't make any attempt to say anything else.

I sat down next to them on the table, grabbing an orange and peeling it slowly. "So, who did you guys lose?"

Okay, so maybe I don't know how to start a conversation, but can you really blame me?

Fred looked surprised. "How did you know?"

I shrugged. "It's not my first time cleaning up after a war."

"We didn't have a war. We had a battle." He said.

"And?" I shrugged. "I went through a war and multiple battles. The after-affects don't really change that much."

He looked at me, as if gouging out my trustworthiness, before opening his mouth. "I lost my twin."

My heart immediately clenched. I though of Connor, and how he had suffered after Travis' death. For him even though they weren't twins, losing Travis was like losing half of himself. We lost a side of Connor when Travis died. It took him so long to finally finish his own sentences.

"His death hit us harder than most. Even if we fought, we loved him so much. He was the brightest  one in the god-forsaken place." Ginny said, sighing and leaning back in her chair.

I plopped an orange piece in my mouth, waiting until I'd finished eating it to speak.

"I have a friend. Him and his brother had such a small age gap that they grew up practically as twins. When his brother died, he described it as being ripped in half. Losing a part of himself. I can only imagine what pain you're going through. I've never had to lose a sibling." Even if I lost thousands of cousins.

Fred smiled weakly. "Sorry, this conversation turned quite grim for a first time chat, didn't it?"

I shook my head no, bidding them farewell and slipping upstairs. What I was going to do next was probably stupid, but it could work. I grabbed a drachma and created a small layer of mist. "Fleecy, do me a solid. Show me Connor Stoll at Camp Half Blood."

Luckily he was alone. The Hermes cabin was rarely empty so it was a stroke of luck. He looked at me baffled but I knew exactly what to do. I was going to fix them. Maybe cause a pranking apocalypse, but hey, what's the world without dying of pink food dye in your hair? Or fireworks under your bed. Whichever you prefer.

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