Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter One - Flashbacks

I saw a bunch of Grandson of Voldemort fanfics, so I decided to do one. 

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

My grandfather. 

Or Lord Voldemort, as he wanted to be called. But he let me call him Grandfather, or Grandpa. 

He taught me magic, and I learned how to combine it with combat. With my new style of fighting, I was a formidable warrior. 

I was better than I had been when I was with Olympus. 

Flashback to One year ago

I had just returned from a quest for Hephaestus and Athena. Athena to prove that I was worthy to propose to her daughter, and Hephaestus so that I could gather the materials so he would help me make the ring. 

Life at camp hasn't been the best, ever since my new half-brother came. 

His name was Henry Keene, Son of Poseidon. 

He claimed that he slew a hellhound without any training, when in reality, it had been a baby hellhound, who couldn't have done any damage. 

I tried telling people this, but of course, nobody believed me.

The ring said, "Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl, Together Forever." 

If only I knew how bad it would be. 

I asked Malcolm, Annabeth's brother, where his sister was, and he responded that she was at the beach. 

I thanked him and then rushed there, hoping to surprise her. 

I then saw her and my half-brother making out on the beach, where me and her always sat together, cuddling and watching the sunset. 

"Should've known." I growled. 

They both sat up and stared at me in shock. 

"Percy, it's not what it looks like."

I scoffed. "Then what is it? You making out with this pathetic excuse of a demigod on the beach?" 

"I can explain-" 

Before she could say anything else, I took out my ring and showed it to her. 

"This was supposed to be the ring. The one I was going to use to propose to you. But I guess that now I won't be needing it." 

She gasped at how beautiful it was. I then took out Riptide. 

"Percy, please, no."  She pleaded, realizing what I was going to do. 

I shook my head. 

I swung the blade, cutting the ring in half. 

I then left the two pieces there, leaving the daughter of Athena crying and weeping and wailing on the beach, with Henry trying to 'comfort' her. 

I stormed off, but suddenly I was transported to Olympus. 

More specifically, the throne room of the gods.

The twelve Olympians sat on their thrones. 

Or rather, fourteen. 

Hades and Hestia also had thrones, thanks to me. 

"Today we are here for the trial of Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon." 

"A trial?" I asked. 

"Quiet! We have evidence and witnesses that Perseus Jackson has been stirring up trouble in the two camps, and he is also too powerful to live, as he is a threat to Olympus." Zeus boomed. 

The gods discussed this for a while, before coming to some sort of verdict. 

" We have a majority. Perseus Jackson, as punishment for your crimes and being a threat to Olympus, youhave been sentenced to be in Tartarus for eternity. Do you have any last words?" 

"Just so you know, I won't forgive you for this, so it's not too late to change your minds."  I said. 

Zeus snapped his fingers, and a chasm appeared in the middle of the floors. He summoned his lightning bolt. 

"Now it is."  I muttered. 

He launched his bolt at me, but a millisecond before it would have hit me, I vanished from their line of sight. 

I reappeared in someplace familiar. 

It was the entrance to the Empire State Building. 

Somehow, that seemed weird. First the Olympians almost send me to Tartarus, and then I get mysteriously transported back to their doorstep. 

I decided I needed to go to somewhere safe, since the Olympians were going to be looking for me sooner or later. 

Timeskip in the Flashback

I knocked on the door to House of Life, or the Per Ankh. 

Someone I hadn't seen in a while answered. 

Flashback end

Since then, I trained in Egyptian magic for a couple months, and I learned every single path of the gods in such a short time, even Zia was impressed. 

I became the host of Sobek, the Egyptian god of water, and I had a variety of avatars to choose from, an enchanted khopesh sword, a set of Egyptian battle armor, a wand, and a staff. 

I still used Riptide, but someday, I felt like I needed an upgrade. 

Grandpa said that the magic he had taught me was the type they had used in the "Wizarding World". 

Whatever that was. 

He also turned me into a type of being that I guess is similar to a vampire, but I had snake fangs instead of vampire teeth, and my eyes would turn reptilian-like. I was immune to snake bites and any kind of venom or poison. 

Grandpa liked snakes. He said that they only attacked if they were provoked, and that they were actually quite peaceful. 

"I have a place that "I think that you'd like to visit." He said one day. 

"What is it, and where is it?" I asked. 

"It's this school for magic called Hogwarts, in the Scottish Highlands. They teach magic there, but I doubt there's anything you don't know already, eh?" 

I smiled. "I guess that we'll see about that." 

"You're 18, right? So, we'll say that you're in your seventh and final year and wanted to spend it there." 

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

He smiled and nodded. 

This was just going to be great. 

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