Harry's POV

I laid on my bed, staring the blank ceiling. My worries and angers crowded my mind, making my head ache throughout the day. It was almost pitch dark, except for the luminescent moon and the twinkling stars, shining bright from the black sky. I could hear the soft snoring of Ron; we turned out to be roommates.

Despite my continuous efforts, I couldn't fall asleep with the millions of thoughts in my mind and the throbbing in my head. The worry that Voldemort's grandchildren was on the loose, probably plotting some way to avenge their grandfather and kill me in the process, was overwhelming. I envied Ron's tranquility, not having to worry about someone trying to kill you.

I tried to think positive, to override the negative thoughts. Voldemort's not alive, just his grandchildren. How bad could they be? I thought. I defeated the second most powerful wizard in the world, and I'm sure I could handle two Death Eaters.

They didn't have to go through anything I had. They probably had a great life, living with their grandfather. They don't know what it's like to constantly be in danger. Voldemort did so many treacherous things, that his grandchildren have to be as cruel as him. Or, in Hermione's opinion, they might be decent, not particularly exactly like their grandfather.

It didn't seem like Hermione to think this. Maybe she was just being reasonable, not wanting to hold grudges; trying to move on. But it wasn't as easy for me to move on. Hermione was obviously very upset with me, and I'd hate to lose her as a friend. She accused me of being 'different'. Could it be possible that I am?

Not to mention, who would even fall in love with Voldemort in the first place? Were they really that desperate, or were they raped? Or maybe Voldemort was gay? Had he forced Wormtail? I shuddered at the thought, immediately changing my thoughts.

I was sick and tired of constantly being in danger, having people give me pity and sympathy, being in the spotlight. I hated how Voldemort always played with my life, making it absolutely miserable. I sighed, rolling over to the side. Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe they were nice after all. I hope this doesn't change anything about our lives.

I tried thinking of my happier memories, such as my first kiss with Ginny, Quidditch practices, my favorite banquets, the best times I've had with my friends, the time I met Sirius Black, and realized that he was my godfather. So many memories from Hogwarts, and they all calmed me down. Soon, I was asleep, waiting for the next day to arrive.

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Voldemort's POV

I glowered at him, not bothering to conceal my frustration. "You will join my army eventually, Percy," I scowled, glaring at him with loathing eyes. "And what if I refuse?" He asked, crossing his arms. I seized my wand, gripping it so tightly that my knuckles seemed to turn even paler than before.

Percy eyed the wand, but he didn't react as I thought he would; he was peculiarly calm. "I'll never join your army, no matter what you try to do to me," He stated, narrowing his eyes. I stayed silent, not sure what to respond with. There had to be something that I can do to convince him to join me. Everyone had a flaw; some kind of weakness that scared them. My hands started to shake with frustration and anger, as I fiddled with my pendant: A green snake wrapped around a letter 'V'.

Suddenly, Percy's face turned deathly pale, his eyes open with shock and disbelief. His hands were clenched into tight fists, shaking with worry and anger. "I- It's not possible," He muttered, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. "T-that can't be." He put his hands into his pocket, staring at the floor in deep concentration, occasionally sneaking glances up at me. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, wondering why he was suddenly so skittish.

My fingers started to feel like it was touching a bunch of needles; a prickling, uncomfortable sensation. I tried to wrap my fingers into a fist, clenching so hard that the prickling sensation almost stopped. My fingers became numb, struggling to keep a grip on my wand. It wasn't long before my fingers were so numb that I couldn't control it at all. The wand dropped at my side and landed with a soft thud, rolling away from me.

Before I could even move to pick up my wand, Percy attacked, moving with surprising speed. He slammed his shoulders into me, knocking me down within a fraction of a second. I tried to get up, staggering and holding the wall for support. I growled, glaring at Percy menacingly. "Percy Jackson!" I scowled, stumbling over to my wand. I was absolutely defenseless without it.

But before I could, a bronze sword appeared at my neck, slowly forcing me back into a wall. Percy held the sword so close to my neck that it started bleeding. It all happened so fast, that I needed a moment to comprehend what just happened. I was sure I had taken his sword away after the fight. How could it have reappeared in his pocket?

"I promise that I won't kill you," He reassured me. My eyes widened with surprise. Looking at my reaction, he narrowed his eyes. "On one condition," He finished. I slightly nodded, trying to squirm away from the blade. He moved the sword a centimeter away from my neck, but close enough so that he could still slice off my head if I even dared move.

"You will let both me and Selena go, without any harm in our way. Understand?" He demanded. I glared at him, reluctant visible on my face. Grudgingly, I agreed. "Both you and Selena are free to go," I exclaimed. "Me and my followers won't try and stop you," I promised. He scanned my face, looking for any sign that I could be lying or pretending.

"Swear on the River Styx," He instructed, inching his sword closer to my neck. I gulped, eyeing the sword as it touched my neck again, digger even deeper into my wound. My breaths slowly became more difficult as the edge pressed against my throat. "I-I swear on the River Styx," I exclaimed, trying to push myself against the wall even more.

He hesitantly dropped his sword, glaring at me suspiciously. I watched as he picked up my wand, and he ran out the door, leaving me behind. As soon as he was gone, I scowled, furious with myself. But I wasn't alone.

FINALLY! This didn't take long, but I was so determined to finish this that I didn't stop. Right now, it's literally 2 AM in the morning. Many Wattpad writers can relate that sleep is something that isn't a necessity anymore, after staying up so late reading and writing stories. Lol, I'm really tired, but it was WORTH IT! I hope you guys liked it, even if it was a little boring. Thanks so much for reading! I'm going to sleep now... 'Night.