Percy's POV

"If you so ever hurt Percy, I will travel all the way to you and kill you personally." The only words that stayed in my head in a long time. Words come and go but this one stayed.
My heart skipped a beat at Nico's words for the first time in five months. He didn't want me hurt and he was willing to kill for me. That spark in my heart was short lived as he shadow travelled away.
"Don't leave," I whispered in my head. My voice actually hurt when I try to speak Though luckily, it was all said in my head. That would be a pain in the back of explaining.
The past three months, I felt real empty. I knew there was something wrong with Mackenzie as to why she isn't contacting me. Why I couldn't call her in any form. It's as if she cut herself off all contact. I would've led a personal search army if it wasn't for her words.
Don't come looking for me...I'll be fine.
I looked over to the people in front of me. They were chatting as three people, a mini a bit more meat me, a redhead, and a brunette, tried to make a conversation to me. Though I couldn't make up the words they were saying so I stared blankly into space.
Dad came over and explained my situation...I think. As I've told you, words come and go. Crystal had written on a whiteboard what I was supposed to do. How it would make Mackenzie proud. Then I agreed, without punching the daylights out of Crystal. Just a minor punch.
All I do right now is think. Nothing else. This time I decided to listen to the three 'wizards'.
"Harry!" The brunette said smacking 'Harry' up his head. "That is rude. Percy Jackson is simply in need for care. We might be able to help him by not calling him 'crippled'."
Oh so Harry called me crippled. Joy. And I decided to shut my ears again.
---time skip---
The next thing I know is that I am given deathly glares by some students dressed in black robes as I was wheeled down the so called 'Great Hall'. I could feel their hatred towards me. I opened my ears and heard words of disgust towards me. I mean WTH is the big deal?
"Students, we have a new student. This is Perseus Riddle," McGonagall, who I heard her name from mom and Crystal's whiteboard, said. "He is the grandson of he-who-must-not-be-named. I expect you to treat him with respect for his condition is very...fragile."
A girl from the blue section of black robes stood up. "Please elaborate."
McGonagall sighed. "Perseus has been mute and lame since a very traumatic experience three months ago. Our goal is to help him out." McGonagall placed a hat on my head. "Now he will be sorted into his house who will be his family."
Protests rang through the hall but was silenced as the hat shouted. "SILENCE!"
I now think this hat was crazy. But everything in my mind is blank. "Now, Perseus, I will search through your memories." I felt some sort of tingle in my brain but nothing came. For the past three months, my brain is dead. If someone went through my memories, it would be blank. Nada. Nothing.
"Hmmm," the hat mumbled. "Interesting. I see nothing. No memories. As if his brain was dead."
A blonde boy pointed accusingly at me from the green table. "SEE? He's mute, crippled, and he has no memories. Even if he is the grandson of Voldemort, HE IS USELESS. What's the point of teaching him?"
I felt a big major sad feeling coursed through my body. Useless. Useless. Useless. For the first time of the past five months, I felt tears sting my eyes.
"AND HE IS A COWARD! He cries! At least the other one, Mackenzie, is good at being evil." Coward. Coward. Coward. Mackenzie. Mackenzie. Mackenzie. Tears dropped down as I bit my lip. Everyone noticed even the professors.
"Henry Malfoy sit down!" McGonagall shouted as he snorted. She ran over to me who was staring blankly into space. My eyes were covered with hair. My mouth was opening and closing with words not coming out. "Perseus are you okay?"
I don't care if she's dead or alive. I just want to kill myself. I'm useless. I'm a coward. I need to do it. No one can stop me except her.
I threw the hat off my head.
I reached into a secret compartment of my wheel and brought out an extremely long and deadly knife. Students gasped and stared at it raising their...wands?
"Perseus," McGonagall warned. "Perseus don't do it."
Henry Malfoy stood up and shouted. "The little wimp is gonna kill himself because he is a COWARD."
I pressed the knife against my skin with a smile. "I haven't felt this happy in my entire life." I whispered in my head. I lifted the knife and closed my eyes preparing for impact. Just hit the right vein and it will all be over.
Do it. A voice in my head said. You don't have to live for her.
I hesitated once I heard footsteps echoed the hall and it stopped right in front of me. That's when I felt someone kneel in front of me and laid cold hands on mine. I felt hot breath on my fingers as cold lips touched them. Not a kiss. Just touch. My hands started shaking. That gesture was very familiar. Mackenzie and I used to do that when one of us...is trying. I tried to move the knife to my wrist but I couldn't make myself do it. The gesture was so familiar, I was confused. The same cold hands rubbed my hand that held the knife. The same thing Mackenzie used to do. The same thing I used to do.
I could feel some hot tears sliding onto my hands. Tears not of mine. The hands of my approacher were trembling.
My eyes stayed shut as the knife slid away from my hand and into the hands of the one who approached me. My hands trembled. I felt one hand brush over my hair to the side as I opened my eyes to see myself face to face with silver hair and silver eyes. Mackenzie.
Mackenzie's mouth opened wide. Her silver eyes were now dull and lifeless. She looked like a ghost as of the moment. "Percy?" She mouthed. Why didn't any voice come out?
"Mackenzie?" I tried to speak out but it didn't come out. She stood up in shock.
Mackenzie shook her head, taking a step back. Continuos tears flowed her eyes as she stood there with an open mouth. I could tell she was scared, afraid, and confused. Why does she look so beaten up? Why is she afraid? Am I causing her trouble?
I stood up with the newfound energy I haven't felt in a long extended time. Memories flooded my brain causing me to lose my balance. Also because I haven't walked in a long time.
Gasps erupted from the room as I stumbled a bit into Mackenzie's arms, who was looking like a fish. Opening and closing her mouth as if she is trying to say something. Her voice just doesn't seem to work and more tears came flowing out her eyes as she placed a hand over her throat.
My feet stood up on their own and regained balance. Mackenzie was still speechless and so was I. Placing my index finger over her lips, her mouth shut tight trying to stop the flow of tears. She just stood there staring at my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her. "I missed you. I thought you left me." I thought in my head.
Mackenzie didn't hug back and instead flinched at the sudden touch. As if she didn't like being touched. Was there something wrong I did? Was there anything important I missed?
I parted and sat back down on my wheelchair with a long face. She didn't hug back. There was something bothering her.
Mackenzie kept a straight face. She picked up the hat and placed it on my head.
The hat immediately shouted 'HUFFLEPUFF!' As soon as it touched my head and it disappeared. Students were just staring and McGonagall was the first to regain her senses.
McGonagall patted my back and announced to the community. "Attention all students, Perseus Riddle-" Mackenzie looked away in sadness and ran back down the steps towards the doors of the Great Hall. Her tears running down quickly. Once her silver hair was out of sight, my heart dropped. Why didn't she talk to me? Why did she run away from me?
I looked down and flinched at my name.
McGonagall immediately apologized. "Well, Perseus Riddle will attend the Eighth Year. Your schedule will be delivered tomorrow in the morning. Hufflepuff will be your family. It is for the loyal and hard working people." No wonder I was chosen to go there. "You will dorm with them."
Suddenly a blue neatly folded envelope hit McGonagall straight between her eyes. As it passed by, I smelled the sea. That only meant one thing. Dad sent a letter.
McGonagall tore the letter off her face and read it to herself. "In light of this letter, from Perseus' father, they have requested that his dormitory be a private one along with Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, and Mackenzie Blue by tomorrow night. This is the last night with your houses. As for Perseus, you can stay the night in Hufflepuff."
I saw students stand up in protest against this.
"THAT'S UNFAIR!"
"We have higher parents than this bloody student and we share."
"Just because he is the all powerful grandson of Voldemort, doesn't mean we have to bend to his wishes just so that he'll stay good."
After that statement, everyone chorused a 'YEAH!'.
McGonagall raised her voice. "SIT DOWN! This is the final call. LUNA LOVEGOOD, DRACO MALFOY, start packing your things. You are moving out tomorrow. Now, let us feast." She clapped her hands and food appeared on the tables. "Percy, I'll bring you to the Hufflepuff table." She pushed me to the yellow lined students.
In front of me was a plate full of food. I didn't touch it at all. Students were eyeing me carefully since I was the only one not enjoying the feast. My head was just swimming with questions about Mackenzie.
"Are you alright?" A girl with black hair and brown eyes asked. She was the only one willing to talk to me, I should give credit to that.
I just kept staring at my food not bothering to answer her. "It's okay not to answer." She continued to eat her food. "You should know some things here in Hogwarts. Hufflepuff, that's us, is for the loyal and hard working. Slytherin is for the cunning. Ravenclaw is for the smart and intelligent. Gryffindor is for the brave. We don't usually get credit for anything much. So...what has happened so far. We had a war against your granddad." I flinched remembering Kronos and how Luke sacrificed his life.
"Mackenzie Blue, the girl who stopped you from doing...you know what. She sort of your cousin. She was branded 'evil' and was under strict supervision of the ministry. Harsh, if you ask me. About her, she is quite a kid you should look out for. Just a week when we started school, she disappeared for four days. She came back with a new personality. She was generally happy. That was for two days until she got a phone call on her muggle smartphone during potions. I really don't know what exactly happened. But the next two weeks, she was gone." I realized she was talking about the two weeks Mackenzie and I spent. "When she came back, Hermione had found out Mackenzie was was an heir of Voldemort. Mackenzie was put under strict eyes of the ministry. Every peculiar thing she did was reported. Everyday she seemed to grow weaker and paler. This September break, rumors said that Mackenzie was contained in Azkaban. Looking at her now, I think she was tortured." My heart grew heavy hearing these words. Mackenzie was contained and tortured.