the heir of slytherin •percy jackson

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This book, like the others, will be machine translated from Turkish to English. I wrote this 4 years ago. That's why there are like 20 episodes already. I'll try to edit them and post quickly.

Harry let out a deep sigh. He was genuinely happy to finally be considered important enough to be invited to an Order meeting.

Still, he was anxious about the information—perhaps informations—he was about to learn.

It only proved there had been a valid reason for keeping him out of things until now. He didn't want to admit it, but once again, the adults had been right.

He was just a child. Without support, he didn't have the strength to face the truth. Even when he had cheated death, he'd been only a baby who couldn't even speak yet.

At least, that's what Molly Weasley—whom he saw as a mother figure—often reminded him. And she never missed a chance to repeat it whenever he tried to do anything remotely dangerous.

Harry gathered his scattered thoughts and left his room, doing his best not to let his excitement show on his face. In the hallway, he ran into the twins. It was quite a surprise to see them there, considering they'd been using Apparition for even the shortest distances since the day they came of age.

The mischievous, slightly smug grins that spread across their identical faces made it clear they'd noticed Harry's puzzled look. Yes, you could easily think of them as one person—they were that alike.

"Hey, Harry! What a coincidence. We were just on our way to the Order meeting ourselves," Fred said.

"What? You two, too?"

"Of course," George grinned even wider. "Remember, we're adults now. And we're quite problematic.

"I think George meant responsible," A girl voice interrupt their coversation.

At that moment, the door in front of them opened and Hermione appeared. "Before you ask—yes, Ron and I are going too."

(Normally, there's a play on words here. In my native language, "problematic" is *sorunlu* and "responsible" is *sorumlu*.)

Sorry, mate. This isn't special for you," Fred said, though he didn't sound sorry at all. He grabbed his twin's arm and disappeared with a *poof*, perhaps to prove just how "problematic" they were.

Hearing the commotion downstairs and Mrs. Weasley's predictable scolding, Harry and Hermione couldn't help but giggle.

Still, Harry was genuinely disappointed to learn he wasn't the only one invited to the meeting.

Maybe it was a kind of disappointment rooted in the lack of trust—even after all the responsibility they had already placed on his shoulders.

But the little hallway encounter had been enough to lift his spirits. When Ron emerged from the bathroom, they headed down the creaky stairs into the common room together.

It wasn't long before the rest of the Order members emerged from the darker corners of the house. Once they had all gathered randomly around the table and started eating, Harry realized nothing was going the way he'd expected.

He glanced at Hermione, who had just returned to the table with a small bottle of potion. Their eyes met, and he knew she was probably thinking the same thing. She nodded ever so slightly.

Trying not to break the calm atmosphere, she said, "You told us there was a meeting... but this just looks like an ordinary dinner."

Sirius raised an eyebrow and looked at the curly-haired girl. "What can we possibly discuss on an empty stomach? Why don't you ask Ron what he thinks?"

Hearing his name, Ron quickly looked up from his meal. "Huh?"

Sirius gave Hermione a smug look that clearly said 'See? Told you so.'

Lupin chuckled softly and sipped his hot chocolate without touching the spicy food in front of him. "Don't mind Sirius, kids," he said. "Only Dumbledore knows what today's meeting is about. He said he had important news to share, but we don't know when he'll arrive. Until then, just focus on your food."

Sirius was about to respond when Tonks and Moody walked in, and he decided against it.

At this point, nearly all the Order members had arrived. But instead of fiery discussions, the atmosphere was surprisingly calm, punctuated by quiet laughter as they continued eating. That was, until the awaited guest finally appeared.

Or rather—guests. Within moments, Kingsley, then Snape, and finally Dumbledore Apparated into the room.

The sight of Snape made Harry groan softly and drop his fork—his appetite gone. He had no idea that what he was about to learn would make him lose it for much longer.

Even Ron stopped eating. He wiped the tasty sauce from the corners of his mouth with a napkin and straightened up, his expression suddenly serious.

Unlike the boys, Hermione simply watched Ron with mild disgust but showed no particular animosity toward the newcomers.

Snape remained standing, ignoring them completely. Kingsley looked as though he was debating whether or not to take a seat, eventually deciding against it, perhaps sensing that chaos was only moments away.

Dumbledore, after casting a noticeably thoughtful glance at Harry, let out a sigh and slowly took a seat—unlike the two men standing beside him.

Even the previously calm Order members seemed tense now.

"I mentioned earlier that I had important news," Dumbledore began. "But I needed to ensure its accuracy first."

He looked around the room and added in a calm tone that starkly contrasted with the gravity of what he was about to say:

""Please remain calm when you hear what I am about to say"

"For the love of Merlin, just say it already," Tonks blurted out, her hair changing color—possibly due to stress.

Dumbledore looked at her and the other impatient members before delivering the information he had learned hours earlier:

"Voldemort has a daughter."
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