Demigoddess in a Wizarding World

Epilogue

A/N: Just to let you know in this story Bellatrix escapes earlier. This is a shorter chapter and the last before I start the sequel. I already have everything planned out and I think I'm going to finish all of the movies. 5-7. I'm not really sure if the demigods will be included much. The might be, though. Tell me if you would like them to be included and which demigods. Please review, it makes me want to update faster and make the chapters better. Thank you! Enjoy.

"Today, we acknowledge a terrible, terrible loss of one of our own, Cedric Diggory." Albus Dumbledore said in a solemn voice. He sat in his headmaster's chair in front of all the students of Hogwarts and many others. Sniffles and soft sobs could be heard in different intervals all about the Great Hall, which had been cleared of the tables and replaced with hundreds of chairs. The students had sad faces and sore their nicest robes.

It was a funeral.

"Cedric Diggory was, as you all know...an exceptionally hard working...infinitely fair-minded...and, most importantly..." Dumbledore looked at every face in the Great Hall. "A fierce, fierce friend." His eyes fell on Fred and George. They had their arms crossed and eyes focused on the ground. They were not happy to be at the school, just sitting around while Perci was missing. They were not allowed to look for her, or to mention her at all. That night they had learned a shocking piece of information. She was Harry Potter's sister. It was their little secret, so naturally the whole Wizarding World knew. "Now, the Ministry doesn't want me to tell you, Cedric Diggory was murdered by Voldemort. Though, the Ministry has blamed Perci Potter, formerly Jackson. They have said she killed him!"

Some of the students in the school nodded, believing that she did it. All of them being Slytherin. Everyone else was in uproar, yelling and shouting filled the hall. "Silence!" Dumbledore said. "I told you this, not to disturb your grieving, but because all of you deserve to know." Dumbledore took a 'Wanted' poster of a smiling Perci and crumbled it into a ball. He lit a fire and threw the poster into the fire.

Perci's smile was the last thing the students saw before they left the Great Hall.

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It was cold and dark. The cement ground beneath her was wet and hard. There was a terrible smell, Perci guessed it was either a dead body or the Malfoy's cooking. She had only been there a day and she was still not fed anything. A few death eaters would visit her, and it was not in a good way. It was something that rhymed with grape. Perci wished for death. Death would be better than this.

All that kept her going was knowing that her friends were alive and okay.

Perci could hear shouts above her cell. One of the voices sounded like Voldemort and another was a woman's. She cackled loudly and Perci could hear the sound of footfalls getting closer. The door to her cell opened, streaming in light. Perci could've been able to easily get out, if she had her wand. Perci covered her eyes, the light blinding her. The woman cackled again. Perci saw a mass of wild, curly, black hair and a pale face. The woman got closer and Perci's heart stopped.

Bellatrix LeStrange, someone who apparently was supposed to be in Azkaban, rotting away in her own cell under the supervision of the Dementors. Perci glanced down at Bellatrix's wand and her thoughts of knocking her out were instantly stopped. She knew Bellatrix could kill her in a second. Bellatrix walked around Perci, looking her up and down. A sick grin came upon her face.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing." She said. "I've been told to not harm you, darling. Lucky." Her laugh sounded completely insane. "The Dark Lord wants to see you." She pointed her wand at Perci. "Go."

Perci calmly walked up the stone stair and through the drawing room with Bellatrix trailing behind her, pointing her wand at Perci. The Malfoy Manor was huge and perfectly clean, probably from hidden house elves. Oh, yes. Hermione had lectured her about the mistreatment of house elves around the country. Perci was an official member of S.P.E.W. She was actually Vice President; lucky her.

Perci and Bellatrix finally reached their destined location. The doors opened by themselves and large, cleared out room with a single chair facing them and one more chair. Sitting in it was the Dark Lord himself. He grinned when he saw her. Beside him were Lucius Malfoy, a woman with blonde hair and a fair face, Draco Malfoy, who shook with fear in the presence of Voldemort, and a few other of his followers.

Draco didn't even have the decency to look at her. They weren't friends, they weren't exactly enemies, though. "Perciana Potter." Voldemort said. "Please," he gestured to a seat across from him. "Sit." Perci did not move. She just glared at him. Bellatrix pushed her forward and Perci sat down before she crossed her arms and glared at the ground.

"Thank you, Bellatrix." Voldemort said. Bellatrix blushed and smiled widely. She took her place on the right side of Voldemort. He turned back to the green eyed girl across from him. "I am not going to harm you...yet, Perciana." His voice was calm but his eyes were fierce and occasionally flashed a deep red. The one thing that scared Perci about Voldemort were his eyes. You could tell so many things from a person's eyes. Perci didn't like what she saw.

"I just want information." He said. A large snake slithered up his kingly chair. It spoke in some kind of language and Voldemort responded with ease. This must've been parseltongue. Harry had told her he could also speak this language. "Specifically, your brother, Harry Potter."

Perci laughed. "Why would I tell you anything?"

The smile on Voldemort's face faltered for a second, changing into a fierce scowl. He managed to return to his smile in a matter of seconds. "You would be rewarded." He said.

Perci rolled her eyes. "I'm not an idiot. Even if I did tell you anything, you'd kill me right after." She said. Perci glanced around, looking to see if there was some way she might be able to escape; there were none.

"You misunderstand me, Perciana. I do not want to kill you, no. That's your brother. I want you to join me." He said. Perci scowled. "But I do need to know everything and anything about Harry. And I will do anything to get it. Even if that means killing you." He said calmly.

Perci shrugged her shoulders. "Go ahead. Might as well should. It's not like I'm gonna tell you anything. Take your beats swing, Moldywart." Voldemort's eyes flashed furiously. But he calmed down quickly.

"Bellatrix, take Perci down to the...East dungeons. Yes, that would do." His grin turned sickly and did not reach his eyes. His eyes, Perci would have horrible nightmares about them. Bellatrix bowed with a sadistic smile. She grabbed Perci by the collar and tugged her down the king halls and winding staircases until they were deep underground. They came upon a steel door.

"Alohomora." Bellatrix muttered and the door's lock clicked. The witch pushed it open and allowed Perci look inside. Her insides turned sickly. Against the stone walls hung various metal tools, saws, knives, and other objects. There was a metal slab and chains. Beside the metal slab were more objects. Perci saw whips, brands, and thick sticks. Over to the side was a fireplace. On the opposite wall of the tools were four dangling, rusty chains. There was blood splatters on the ground and walls.

"Bleeding Christ! What is this place?" Perci exclaimed. Bellatrix cackled and gave Perci a sharp slap on the bum. Perci looked at her disgusted. "Your new home." Bellatrix replied. Perci frowned. "No fridge, telly, or couch." She said.

"No, this is hell."