Percy found it quite odd how good these people were at hiding their intentions. He was convinced that they were trained in the event that there was a spy, and there were currently three.

Percy stared into space in the common room, it was his free period, and he definitely wasn't going to do his outrageous amount of homework.

'Was this really how Dumbledore trained his army? It is simply too difficult, which means they must be very skilled.' Percy thought.

Percy looked into the fireplace while rubbing his eyes. He decided a nap would help him think straight.

He walked to his bed and fell face first, not bothering to lay neatly.

He fell asleep within seconds.

But his dream just confused him.

Percy was facing Lord Voldemort, seemingly dueling him.

Neither of them spoke, but it was clear that they were aiming to kill each other.

But before the dream could continue, Percy was awoken by a loud noise from the common room.

He yawned as he walked to the source of the noise, but it seemed to just be someone who dropped their books.

Percy walked up to them, "need help?" He asked, helping grab the heavy books from the floor.

"Yeah, thanks." He smiled awkwardly. "I've pulled several all-nighters trying to study and finish homework that I can't seem to hold these for as long as I'd wish."

"Why don't you go sleep then?" Percy suggested, thinking it was quite obvious.

"I have a defense against the dark arts exam tomorrow, there is no way I can pass without studying." The boy explained.

"What year are you in?" Percy asked, his expression glazed.

"Sixth.." He mumbled.

"Oh, same here." Percy shrugged.

"How are you not overwhelmed by all the work?!" The boy asked frantically.

"Wanna know my secret?" Percy smirked.

The boy nodded.

"I don't do any of it." Percy whispered in the boys ear.

"Don't you know you can get held back a year?" The boy asked.

"Yeah, I just don't care that much." Percy shrugged.

"Well, good luck on not trying, I gotta get back to studying." The boy muttered, carrying the stack of books to an empty desk.

Percy decided to go to the library and try to find more information on Harry Potter, Madam Red always told him that research was key to success.

Of course, she told him that many sources told lies to make the bad guys seem good, so she told him never to even look in books. Percy wanted to laugh at the lies though, so he decided to do it anyways.

He walked towards the library, but slowed down his pace when he spotted Draco Malfoy.

Percy remembered hearing about how Draco was to kill Dumbledore, and was very excited for that day.

"Hello Jackson." Draco greeted.

"Hello Malfoy." Percy nodded.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here of all places."

Percy looked at Draco's left sleeve, remembering Draco had gotten branded with the dark mark in recent months.

"Let's just say I was able to transfer." Percy mumbled.

They both looked at each other coldly before walking their separate ways.

Percy and Draco never really got along, they didn't hate each other per say, but they seemed to always dislike each other for no reason.

Percy rubbed his left forearm, knowing that was where his dark mark was.

When he started getting lessons from Lord Voldemort, he was given it.

Percy didn't realize how easy it would be to hide it, of course, it would prove difficult at times; but he couldn't hide it forever, and he understood that. He knew one day he would be found out, and when that day came he'd have to do whatever was necessary.

'I'm going to make everyone proud.' Percy thought as he walked into the library.

There was only one other person there, a Ravenclaw girl with curly blonde hair.

He grabbed some books from the shelves that had to do with Lord Voldemort, and he began reading them.

While reading one of the books, he had an idea, an idea of a way to kill Harry Potter.
A plan that would certainly make The Dark Lord happy. Or at least he hoped it would.

So, he checked out the books, ignoring the curious glare from the librarian, and wandered the school.

He needed to find a private area where he could contact Lord Voldemort, but he couldn't find anywhere. He had probably circled the seventh floor of the castle three times when he found a new door on what was a previously blank wall.

The room was dark and empty; and when he realized his footsteps didn't echo he grinned.

He signaled his dark mark, and waited; he didn't expect much.

Lord Voldemort arrived, much to Percy's surprise. He didn't actually think Voldemort would be able to enter school grounds, it had just been a gamble.

"Why have you called me here?" Lord Voldemort hissed.

"I've discovered a plan to kill Harry Potter, Master. I need your help and approval."