Harry and Ron are sitting at a table somewhere near the middle of the large maze that is the library. They look up as Hermione and Percy approach, brows furrowing with slight looks of annoyance.

"What's he doing here?" Ron scoffs.

Percy frowns. "Has everyone here decided they don't like me already? I mean, come on. I haven't even blown anything or said anything yet." They all give him startled looks and he shrugs. He doesn't quite know why he thought this would be a good idea. "It happens more than I care to count."

Harry sizes Percy up. He stands tall and has this quiet air of authority about him, which doesn't really match with his carefree attitude and look. His tie and sweater are who-knows-where and his shirt is unbottened at the top. The robes he's meant to wear during class hours is slung carelessly over one arm. His hands are shoved in his pockets. Finally Harry says. "It's because you're in Slytherin. Most everyone is Slytherin are-"

"Full of themselves? Jerks and bullies? Yeah I noticed," Percy cuts in with a frown. 

Once again they all stare at him, slightly surprised. Ron's look of dislike seems to diminish somewhat.

"It's strange to see someone start during the middle of the year and we didn't see you sorted." Hermione states, the accusation clear in her voice. 

'Oh no. We're back to the questions.' Percy thinks. He's lucky Dumbledore was kind enough to give him a fill-in of everything he should know during their conversation. "Yeah well I didn't find out that my mom is a wizard until recently. We did the sorting in private since it would be such a big production doing it in front of everyone."

"You're from America," Ron says, still staring.

Percy shifts from one foot to the other. "Uh yeah. My mom moved their before I was born."

Hermione opens her mouth to ask something else, but Harry stops her. "Come on guys, he just got here. He doesn't have to spill his life story."

Percy shoots Harry a grateful look as they all sit down. The guy looks a little wimpy and maybe slightly nerdy, but his friends seem to respect him. Percy can see why. Harry has this quiet calm about him, a good trait to have. 

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The trio reads for a little bit and Percy drums his fingers in boredom. He tries to make out the titles of certain books, but his discomfort makes his dyslexia flare up. Harry, Ron and Hermione have barely spared him more than a glance since they settled down over an hour ago and it's killing him.

"Soooo," he drawls. "Since I just found out I'm a wizard and all, I'm kind of out of the loop."

Harry glances up. "What would you like to know?"

"Everything," Percy says with a huff. "My mom and Dumbledore told me nothing. What does everyone do for fun? Who hates who, you know besides everyone hating Draco? Why everyone here is so on edge? ... What's wrong?"

Ron and Harry gape out him, like fish out water. 

"You don't know about you-know-who?!" Ron says so loud, the librarian from several rows over shushes them.

"Um I'm going to go with no." Percy says, with a lowered voice.

While the boys are surprised, Hermione is not. If he didn't know about being a wizard and nobody really told him anything he wouldn't know about Voldemort within only a day or so. After all people won't even say his name, let alone carry on a conversation about him with the new guy. She does marvel at Percy's ability to pick up on the school's tension. 

So she leans forward and begins explaining everything to Percy. As she talks his face remains passive, though his eyes take on the weary and burdened look. He clenches his fist on the table. Again Hermione is left to wonder at his strange behavior. He looks like a soldier who has just returned from battle only to be told that they need him for another. (A/N oh Hermione, if only you realized how right you are)

When she finally finishes, Percy sits back in his seat. "So it's war with Mr. Noseless then. Don't they say that when you lose one of you senses your others are enhanced? So maybe if we should overwhelm him with something loud."

Ron and Harry choke on their laughter, but Hermione just glares. "This is serious. People are dying and they will continue to as long as he lives."

Percy's eyes harden and his smile slips. "It's a war. What do you expect?" he says in a cold voice. "Unless you're willing to stand up and fight him yourself, you have no place to talk. And if you do plan to fight, great, but don't be so serious all the time, you'll kill the morale."

With that he stands and leaves. No one knows quite what to say in his absence, because there's a heavy truth to his words. 

'Just who is Percy Jackson?'

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Percy returns to his common room in a foul mood. His normal light demeanor has been completely shattered as he broods on the lives he has seen lost and the knowledge that people will be dying with this new war he is now facing. He wants to go home, but he can't. If he can do even just a tiny thing to help, he wants to. There's that part of him that just can't abandon people. 

Draco Malfoy and his lackeys are waiting for as the door closes behind him. 

"So," the blonde say coyly. "Heard you were a mudblood. Can't believe they would dare put you in Slytherin and soil our name."

He glares as the boy, but says nothing. He can practically imagine the teddy bears hanging from his belt loop and a purple toga hanging loosely on his frame. Either way, he's starting to get a strong dislike for albinos who think they own it all.

Instead he continues on to his room, brushing forcibly past them. People like that have to be publicly humiliated before they finally get the message and even then it take at least 40 gallons of water too.

"Running away are you, mudblood?" Malfoy calls, haughtily.

Percy stops, but doesn't turn. "Running away implies that there is something I should fear. All I saw was a scawning, full-of-it little kid. Kind of boring if you ask me."

"Well I didn't!" Draco snaps and stomps forward, pulling out his wand.

Percy turns, tugging out his own. He flicks in a careless motion, more to keep his cover than anything else. He feels the familiar tug in his gut and he send a small squirt of water form a nearby vase straight into Draco's face.

Malfoy cries out in surprise and swats at the water on dripping down his chin. His friends rush up and try to help dry him, though both seem pretty clueless and don't know quite what to do.

Spinning back around, Percy continue to his room. Once inside he slams the door and plops down on his bed. It's far from nightfall and the sun streams harshley inside through the small window near the top of the wall. He doesn't care, it's already been a long day and he just wants to sleep.

However if he knew he was going to have demigod dreams he never would have closed his eyes.

(A/N Italics will be his dream)

There's a tall, lankey man pacing the length of a rather old, musty room furnished with only a chair and small table. He wears long, flowing robes similiar to the clothes Percy has noticed on the perfessors at Hogwarts. It must be a wizard thing. The man is bald and nearly as white as bone. When he turns to pace back to the other side, Percy notices demonic red eyes and two slits that seem to have replaced the man's nose.

'Voldemort,' Percy thinks.

Finally Voldemort stops pacing and turns toward the far corner where, Percy realizes with a start, there is a pitiful looking man. "Wormtail, I want you to find out what Dumbledore is planning with this new student." 

The hunched bundle of a man, Wormtail (what kind of name is that), nods. "Y-yes my lord."

"Go. Now." Voldemort snaps and Wormtail scurries off, much like a rat would.

Voldemort resumes his pacing, muttering to himself. "No one has ever transferred to Hogwarts partway through the year before." He turn again and head toward the other wall. "All the way from America." Several more long strides. "What is that old headmaster planning?"

The noseless man stops and snaps his head around. It appears that he's looking directly at Percy. "Just who are you Percy Jackson? Whoever you are, if Dumbledore wants to uses you," At this a sinister smile spreads across Voldemort's face. "we will just have to take you from him."

Percy jerks awake in a cold sweat. As he tries to calm his racing heart he notices that they room is now dark, swathed only in moonlight. The beds around him contain snoring lumps and everything seems to be suspended in an eerie stillness.  

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