Percy Jackson-The Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 2.

Percy Jackson-

Okay, so to be perfectly honest, I didn't exactly blame then for hating my guts, but still, it was just a bit rude to shot some weird lights at me as soon as I stepped into the house. I mean, seriously. Can't a demigod get a nap before doing battle with the skinny kid that hates my guts? People these days. They have no shame.

Then again, Leo doesn't have much shame either. I mean, that one time...with the fire and the pineapples...I think there was underwear and Aphrodite's enchanted makeup...Leo should have listened to Connor and Travis. He looked like a clown for, like, a month or something.

I miss that idiot Repair Boy. Mostly so I can blame everything that goes wrong on him. Blaming Leo just...lightens the soul.

That may sound a little weird.

But I'm a demigod. 

No, I'm Percy Jackson.  Weird is my middle name. 

Percy Weird Jackson.  Perseus Weird Jackson.  It kinda has a nice ring to it.

Okay, fine.  Weird is not actually my middle name.  Happy now?  Everyone is a critic.

Okay, totally off topic.  I'd blame the ADHD, but I really want to blame Leo, so I'm blaming my off topicness on Leo.  I feel better already.

Now, back to skinny kid.

So, it started like this.

Dumblydude brought me to this grim looking house practically shrouded in Mist.  Gettit?  Grim.  Grimauld Place...anybody...no?  Moving on.

So, we go in, and some hippie lady in a picture starts wailing. 

"Mudbloods! Shame!"  Blah blah blah.  I just tuned it out like I tune out my Wise Girl whenever she explains something about Architecture.  Don't tell her I thought that.

Suddenly, a bunch of people filled the room. 

"Dumbledore, who is this?"  A serious looking man said, eyeing me with distaste.  I know not gorgeous, but, dude, hurtful.  I'm not that ugly.

"This," Dumblydude said, "is Perseus Riddle.  Voldemort's grandson."

That is not how I wanted to be introduced, but oh well.

That's when skinny attacked me.  I mean, I think he was attacking me because he was shooting a red light at me with that wand thingy.

My eyes became darker...my fists clenched, and well, I was going all Nico on them.

As the spell came at me, I didn't try to get out of the way, even though I could have, instead I knocked the spell away from me, smacking it to the side with my bare hand.

Everyone stared, at me, afraid to move.

Yeah.  I was totally badass.

I really didn't like it when someone tried to attack me.

But I wasn't done with the show.  Before a second passed, I was in front of him.  I dropped to the floor, sweeping his legs out from under him.  I also snatched his wand with a trick I learned from my dear cousin Hermes.

No one even had time to react.  I was just that awesome.  I turned around and started walking away.  Still turned, I tossed his wand back so he could have it. 

"You little—" the serious guy said, starting towards me, but Dumblydude stopped him.

"No, Sirius." It was so ironic that his name was Sirius, but I couldn't laugh about it now. I was in my Nico persona. And I loved my Nico persona. It was just so badass.

"Okay, first thing.  I don't like being attacked.  I mean, I don't even have a wand since I pretty much just found out I was a Wizard."  I turned and glared at Dumblydoof.  "And another thing.  Just because I suddenly found out I have an evil grandpa, does not mean my name has changed.  It Jackson, not Riddle.  I hate riddles, anyway."  I practically felt the fear rolling off them.  That envy, the lust...which I found weird, and the hate.  Some were unsure of me, so after I was done being badass, I would be my normal charming self to them. I love messing with people.

"Third," I growled. "Who the hell wants to be known as Perseus? I mean, the dude is a pretty cool Greek legend, but he also cut the head off of a freaky evil Gorgon lady that turned people to stone. I am not into the whole decapitation thing. I imagine that would be pretty gross. I think there were a lot if beheadings in the French Revolution." I said thoughtfully. "But, hey, what do I know? There were a lot of Revolutions." I mused. Then I shook my head. "What was I talking about? Right. Perseus. Well, now you could see why I don't like being called Perseus. I think I've made my point. The name is Percy Jackson, all right?"

Then I smirked loop-sidedly I laughed. "Sorry I got off topic. I normally like to blame that, when it happens on Leo, but since I'm pretty sure that Repair Boy isn't here, I'll blame it on the ADHD. I hate ADHD and dyslexia." I chuckled and exhaled. "Makes everything so difficult."

"You have ADHD and dyslexia?" A bushy haired girl with a dreamy look on her face asked me. I nodded. She scared me. The way she was looking at me scared me.

"I'll leave you all to get...better acquainted." Dumblydude said, and left.

"Who wants to go first?" I smirked, earning a few glares from the skinny dude and the lanky red head.

When my declaration was met by silence, I grinned. "Okay. I'll go first. My name is Percy Achilles Jackson, and I love horses, underwater creatures, my Wise Girl, camp, my mom, my cousins and friends, and blue food. I will never eat sea food, because, I mean this from the bottom of my heart; how could anyone eat Nemo?!? My family, my dad's side is crazy. I mean, one uncle is a drama queen that hates my guts, one is a grumpy, grudgy guy that also hates my guts, and my sort of cousin/aunt is obsessed with messing up my love life. Oh, and if my cousin, Ap...Aaron tries to a haiku, or starts by saying 'there was once a god-a girl from Sparta'" I shook my head disbelievingly. "I cannot believe he went through that phase again!"

I got a few looks.  "Okay," I said with a bright smile.  "You heard Rip-Van Winkle.  We've got to get acquainted, and I sung even know any of your names yet!" I looked them all in the eyes, one by one.  "So, who's next?"