Deatheater [REWRITE] A Harry Potter and PJO crossover

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Percy didn't enjoy spending his days living with the Malfoy's, but ever since that day at the graveyard, it was where he'd been forced to hide. Madam Red said it was for the best, saying that now people would be searching for Voldemort. What was a better hiding place than in plain sight? The Malfoy's weren't exactly hiding their history with Voldemort, so people would be looking elsewhere in search for other followers.

But having to be in the same house as Lucius was agonizing, to say the least. Becoming a stress reliever to him wasn't fun, especially since that man was a giant ball of stress and anger.

"What's Harry like at school?" Percy asked, staring at Draco who sat leaned against his bed. Sharing a room with Draco was also not a fun experience, but usually Percy tried to stay out of the room and let the angsty teenager be alone. Days like these though, it was difficult. Whenever other deatheaters came over, the two teens enjoyed hiding together.

"Annoying, quite a prick, him and his pathetic friends. Especially the mudblood, so full of herself. I can't stand any of them."

"You know, that's actually shocking, seeing as you just described yourself."

Draco glared at Percy and rolled his eyes, "What, you wanna go befriend Potter now? Go be buddy-buddy with the boy who lived? I thought you hated him."

Percy chuckled, "Hate is a very strong word, y'know? I wouldn't say I hate him, he hasn't exactly done anything wrong."

"Maybe not to you, you've never actually spoken to him."

"And you have? Like actually spoken to him, have you talked to him without being a prick? Have you held a conversation for more than five minutes where you didn't say anything rude or mean?"

Draco was silent, further proving Percy's point.

"I know that we're supposed to be deatheaters and all, but come on. Kindness doesn't hurt. You also aren't doing a very good job of hiding it, by the way."

"And who are you to talk? Eh? Don't you kill rats in your free time? Practicing all three unforgivable curses as if Voldemort himself will hand you an award for it?" Draco laughed, "You should just waltz into Hogwarts then, befriend Potter because you think he's so neat. I'm sure the two of you would get along splendidly."

"Oh, I'm sure. Maybe I should go, I'd probably do loads better than you at gathering intel."

"I'm not there to gather intel, I'm there to learn, Snape is the one who's supposed to gather intel." Draco frowned, "But you should, y'know. You should go to Hogwarts. At this point all you do is sit around waiting for someone to tell you what to do."

Percy shrugged, "Quite certain that it's a bit too late to start going to Hogwarts. I'm almost fifteen, the usual first year is eleven."

"I'm pretty sure they'd let you transfer in to fifth year, as long as you can keep up with the lessons." Draco sighed, "You'd make a good Slytherin, much smarter than most of the dunces there."

"Woah, is that a compliment I hear? From Draco Malfoy himself?" Percy laughed, "Shocking. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Don't get too used to it, I'm just having a decent day today."

"What, since your father is spending his time with the guests?" Percy frowned, staring at Draco as he nodded. "He doesn't do it to you, does he? The Crucio curse-"

"No, of course not. He's not that cruel, he's just... he's cold, doesn't show much love or kindness. But I have my mum, she's everything that he isn't. He doesn't like that though, thinks she's babying me too much."