Percy is Voldamort's Grandson

The V in Voldemort doesn't stand for Virgin, Chpt. 1

Harry Potter POV

So here is where we are: I've spent most off my life living with the Dursleys, who were borderline physically abusive. There was no 'borderline' when it comes to verbally. As such, I also spent most of my life not understanding the word "safety". To be honest, it's still relative. For reasons I can never understand, Dumbledore insisted I be placed with them, even knowing that any wizarding family  would take me in. This is one of those paths I was talking about. I just had to live with them. There wasn't any other way. (No way but to place an infant in the care of people who would hate him? Really?)
And yeah, now that I was a card carrying wizard they didn't touch me, but nothing was going to erase 15 years spend being told I was worthless. That I came from worthlessness. It's kinda hard just to bounce back after every summer like it had never happened. What does it say, really, that school was my favorite time of year?
I wasn't going back next summer. Screw Voldemort. The protection I had was about as worthless as the Dursleys thought that I was. I'd stow away in the castle if I had to.

All these thought were rushing through my mind when Dumbledore  came to pick me up. I hadn't even packed a trunk because I was afraid that he wasn't coming.
Ive been afraid of this for six years. I spend the whole summer holding my breath that this wasn't all some crazy dream, that I really did spend most of the year in a place where I was liked, loved. That I wasn't about to wake up in my to-small cupboard, having imagined the entire thing.
I was always relived when the start of term came around and it was off to hogwarts. And sure, Voldemort was going to complicate things, but so long as I got away, that would be fine.
"that's all?" I asked, having successfully convinced slughorn to come to hogwarts and teach.
Dumbledore looked at me with something like amusement. This was basically his permanent expression,  like he had a great joke on us all. "Not quiet, Harry." Great. What now? All I wanted to do was go, go so I could get on with seeing my friends. "one more stop, in America"

"America? Why America?"  I've never been to America. Haven't been outside England, actually. Well, I'm not sure where Hogwarts is, exactly, but other then that, I've never gone anywhere. And really, was this the best use of time? I opened my mouth to say so, but Dumbledore cut me off with a raised hand.
"Stop. Let me explain. With Voldemort rising, we'd decided to search for any wizards or witchs that might help us. In doing so," he took a breath here, and shifted nervously. that's when I started to worry. "We've discovered- well, we've discovered Voldemort had a kid. A squib. A squib who then had a kid herself"

It took me a moment to speak. "A grandson, then." My voice sounded hoarse as I fiddled with my sleeve. "A grandson, probably around my age?"

"Yes" Dumbledore tried for a smile.

What what he expecting me to do? Throw a damn tantrum? Why should I care about Voldemort's spawn? I wanted to yell at him for thinking the worst of me. I count to ten, bring my hands to my head. "We're bringing him to hogwarts? What's his name?"

"Perseus Jackson"
A/N This takes place in The Half-Blood Prince and after The Blood of Olympus. Disclaimer, I don't own any of the characters. Credit for the characters goes to Rick Riordan and J. K. Rowling. I'm not going to say that every time though, so pay attention now.

This is my attempt at my own type of writing. I hope it sounds ok. This is a re-write of the original. Instead of making Harry angry at Percy, I'm having him be angry and how his life is so controlled. He's done with things having to be exactly how Dumbledore or anyone else writes them.