Percy Jackson-The Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 3.

Harry Potter-

I gritted my teeth, my hands clenched as I looked at him.  Him being the spawn of evil himself...Percy Jackson.

"And then," He laughed with Ginny, Fred, and George, making me even angrier.  "She turned me into a Guinea pig!"  They all burst out laughing.

"I thought you'd never heard of magic before?  Or are you just trying to play us because you are really a Death Eater?" I asked snidely.

"Oh, yes.  I'm a Death Eater," he said earnestly.  Then, his straight face fell, and he bursted out laughing just like Fred, George and Ginny.  "Who would eat Thanatos?  That would be disgusting."  He made a face.  "Anyway, I was telling them about the weirdest dream I ever had.  Do you have weird dreams?"

I looked away and his eyes grew softer. "You know," he said, "dreams done in all kinds of forms. Warnings, desires, things you don't know you want or need. Sometimes you can even see something that is really going on, something that is connected to you. I know I sure get those. And most of the time they really suck." He said sympathetically.

"Whatever," I muttered.

He turned back to Ginny, and whispered something—probably about how insane I was, and that ticked me off.

"You're probably just a traitor." I sneered.

Then, silence.

"What did you just say to me?" He whispered in that deathly calm voice.  "I think you just accused me...with nothing eligible to support your claim...that I am betraying you."  His eyes were like the stormy ocean.  And bloody hell, was it was scary. "You don't like how people are accusing you of some stuck up little attention seeking brat, so I suggest you don't accuse me of anything like that—ever again."  His eyes were dark, his hands clenched.  He rose, emanating a power so intense, I couldn't breathe.  "Never accuse me of being a traitor.  I'd die before betraying anyone—I'd never do that, and if you accuse me of that horrid offence again..." his voice trailed off, leaving me gob smacked at the warning.

Percy Jackson-

"And that," I whispered to Ginny, who was actually really cool, nice, and smart.  She didn't judge me, and she gave me a chance.  She convinced Fred and George to do the same, and I considered them my friends.  Ginny was like a younger sister to me already. "Is what I call me Nico state."

She snickered.  "Isn't that your cousin's name?"

I just smirked at her, and she burst out laughing.  "Oh, you didn't!"

"Oh, I did." I grinned cheekily.

"You are horrible!  You named your dark, threatening, hilariously serious state after your younger cousin?"

"He hates it when I call it that—which is namely why I do it."

She laughed again, and Harry scowled. 

"You want to say something?" I said innocently, darkening my eyes for effect.

He looked away, and Ginny stifled her laugh. 

"So, tell me more about Annabeth."

"Huh?"

"You know, where did you meet, when did you start dating?...that kind of stuff."

"We met when I was twelve at summer camp after my mom was kidnapped, and then came with me cross country to Los Angeles when I became involved in a nation-wide manhunt." I said casually, grinning.

Ginny searched me eyes.  Her eyes widened.  "Oh, good god, you're serious..."

"No, that's me." Sirius came into the room, glared at me, and sat next to Harry.