Percy wanted to rip someone a new one. Anyone could have ended up imbeded into a wall with his mood.
Although he was willing to try to restrain himself when faced with the younger boy.
Harry stared at Percy, it took him a moment to realise he wasn't looking at Tom Marvolo Riddle. They had nearly the exact same eyes.
Tom's eyes were cold and calculated. His were different, at the moment the grandson of Voldemort held a stormy gaze. Harry wasn't sure why, but this was a storm he didn't want to get caught up in.
He stared at Harry, silently daring him to try anything.
Despite being in the house of the daring and the courageous Harry was frozen. He had just heard about the carnage he had caused.
"Young man best to step away." Interjected Molly Weasley her wand raised, but not aimed directly aimed at him. Trying her best to sway the situation in a more peaceful direction.
"And if you have any brain cells left you'll step the hell away from my son, before I officially lose my temper any further." Coldly replied the son of Poseidon.
Harry pressed the tip of his wand to Percy's throat.
"You're too close." He casually stated.
"What?" Harry said bewildered, not caring in the slightest about the comfort of his personal space.
Faster than Harry could blink the grandson of Voldemort batted his hand hard enough to knock the wand out of his hand. He snatched it out of the air, making the young wizard stumble back in shock.
He loosely held the piece of magical wood in his hand. Inspecting it closely with some curiosity.
Ron and Hermione had both jumped to their feet wands raised. Same with Ginny who looked much more hesitant than the former.
"Step away from him." Hermione tried to command. Only to be leveled with a wolf like stare that left wanting to scamper.
"Now now, there is no need to be so agressive against our guest." Calmly stated Dumbledore stepping inside of the room. Defusing the situation with his presence alone.
At least on the order's side.
Discarding the wand Percy stomped towards his son's crib. Molly suddenly throwing herself between him and the child.
Percy nearly punched her into the ceiling.
"The child is his Molly, you can step aside there is no fear to be had."
The mother looked properly flabbergasted, there was no way this seventeen year old be a father.
"He was under veritasium." He added begrudgingly convincing her.
She stepped aside, Percy peered down at his son his face growing softer like a suddenly calm tide.
"Hey buddy." He spoke softly picking him up. Frowning as he noticed his son's eyes were reddened from crying.
He hugged him to his chest letting out a deep sigh. "You don't have long to explain to me what is happening." Coldly growled the demigod.
"It is quite the long story. Best to take a seat." Advised Dumbledore.
"I'll stand." He bluntly replied.
Harry could hardly contain his anger. The mere way Percy held himself. He held himself like he had done nothing wrong. As if he had every right to be angry.
Had it been about anyone else Harry might have been aware of how irrational his thoughts were.
Dumbledore took his time explaining the situation. The rise of Voldemort, the effect he had on the wizarding world.
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A Thorned Family Tree
FanfictionPercy was still sixteen when the dream of having his own family with Annabeth came to mind. He was nearly seventeen when that dream came true, But what was the point if she wasn't there. And as if it wasn't enough Percy had to deal with the other en...
