Harry Potter POV
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"..are you kidding me?" I was shell-shocked. I'm probably allowed to feel this way since I just found out that the person who liquidated my parents has a daughter, AND a grandson?
"His daughter knows of her heritage, as she was in Pukwudgie at her time in Ilvermony, and they are both extremely strong." Dumbledore said. "Couldn't he already be a death eater? He is extremely strong is he not? So why is -"
"Harry." Hermione looked at me sternly.
"Let Dumbledore explain first." "Thank you, Miss Granger. As I was saying, I am going to offer him a place at Hogwarts as a teacher even though he is 17 years of age." Dumbledore explained.
The room was filled with cries of people's objections, which were rightfully made. What is Voldemort's kid even able to teach, anyways? Corruption?
Hermione started to speak,and her look told me that she didn't want the guy to come to Hogwarts as a teacher. Which I fully agreed with. "He could be a risk to the school, his grandfather is VOLDEMORT, the person who KILLED MY PARENTS for crying out loud! Who knows if he is even QUALIFIED? Not only that, who knows if he'll try KILLING me like THE LAST DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS TEACHERS HAVE."
"Harry, I have spoken to his mother via owl, and I can assure you that-" McGonagall spoke up. "With all do respect headmaster, I think it is best if we leave Per-" She paused. "The boy, to himself." I rolled my eyes, not noticing her hesitation. "After all of the Defense of the Dark Arts teachers we've been through, Voldemort's grandson is a perfect pick.." I muttered. Hermione looked at me expectantly. "Harry! Didn't you hear the headmaster? He doesn't know of his heritage! Besides, he's just going to be a teacher. Its not like he's going to be your assassin!" Hermione said, glaring at me.
I shrunk back in my seat at her glare. Hermione's glare is terrifying.. I don't think anything could top it.
"I will be leaving to retrieve the boy for the year, and anyone who wishes to meet the boy will meet me on August 17 at Dragon Alley." Dumbledore said. "Headmaster, I really do think you should let the boy be." McGonagall said in an attempt to stop us, but we just continued to ignore her. She shook her head, and had obviously given up. Dumbledore disappeared with a crack, and we were staring at where he had once been.
Persassy's POV
My day started off with some blue pancakes, which yes, I did add syrup to them, but not until my mom confiscated it and said that I shouldn't waste the syrup, to which I promptly replied with 'I can't drown, and neither can my pancakes', to which she sighed and took my syrup from me. Unfair. Then, Paul and Mom went to work, leaving me home alone. With pancake crusts on my plate.
Needless to say, I ate all the pancake crusts.
After that, I went to camp, and back, mostly to go check on repairs after the war. In my opinion, after this, Gaia is my least favorite primordial. She doesn't even care about most of her kids-! Oh, so afterwards, I went home, did some stuff, and got changed in a blue t-shirt with blue jeans and a green flannel.
Anyways, what I want to say, is that I was having an a neat day. Demigods, as you all hopefully know, are not supposed to have 'great days'. So, when Gandalf stepped out of thin air after I stepped out of my room, I was definitely not surprised.
"Uh, can I help you?" I said, "Actually, yes! I am looking for.. a Perseus Jackson!" Gandalf said pronouncing my name like per-say-us, and he looked eerie. Well, this looks like its going to take a while. Can't even say I was surprised. Stupid gut feeling.
"Ahm, okay.. so, why are you at my house..?" I asked. This man looked like bad news, especially with his inquisitive twinkle in his eyes. At least he didn't bring any back-up with him.. right? Wait, he appeared in thin air in the middle of my mom's kitchen I wouldn't think he has back-up. Right?
The Gandalf-looking man snapped out of his trance. "Ah, yes, yes. I would like you to teach at Hogwarts, school or Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Wait. 'Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Am..- Am I hearing this right?
"Yes, yes you are. I suppose I can't have this crumpet, can I?" Okay, this guy is British. Also, how had I missed that waffle? Wait. Nevermind. Mom made waffles for Paul, that makes sense.
"Not until you introduce yourself. Also, that's a waffle." I looked at the guy expectantly.
"Of course. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. But, you can expect to be calling me Headmaster Dumbledore in these next few months. Your name?"
Wait. MONTHS?
"Um.. Percy Jackson. Is that.. all?" I asked. My gut was telling me that there was more. My wishful thinking hoped my gut was wrong. But guess what? My gut is never wrong.
"You are also the grandson of a very evil wizard, young man. Their name is Voldemort, and as we have just found out about you, lets hope his forces also haven't." Dumbledore wasn't aloof as he was talking about this guy. He must be a pretty big deal around here.
"So... Can I go now? Or do you have to tell me this awfully long story about my grandpa." I seriously don't want to be in this grandpa's presence any longer than I have to be.
"Ah! That reminds me!" I promptly groaned. Off topic, but why does Bumblebore say 'Ah' so much?
"Well, young 'Percy', it all starts with a young boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle..."
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And that's the end of the first chapter! And, to the person I dedicated this book to, just to let you know, I ADOPTED YOUR KID. THEY ARE MINE NOW. NO TAKING THEM BACK.
Sooo, yeah! I'm gonna be building off of their story, but this is ALSO a cliche of TWO TYPES.
One: Voldemort's grandson
TWO: Percy teaching at Hogwarts.
Although Sally is not dead in this one. I love Sally. :D
SEE YAH
