Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Old Friends (Rewritten)

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Also, a bunch of your comments asked if I was gonna ship Permione. I'm not. I refuse to ship anyone with Percy except Annabeth.

Story time!

Percy P.O.V

"...is there a girlfriend back home?" Arthur asks. I look down at my plate, silently crying. Why did he have to mention her?  

See, you cannot even save her. The one closest to you.

"Thank you for the dinner Molly." I say flatly, ignoring the last question. I start to head upstairs to the room Harry and Ron showed me earlier.

She throws Annabeth against a pillar

I lock the door and lean against it, breathing heavily.  I put my head in my hands.  The flashbacks won't stop coming.

Good bye, seaweed brain. 

I gather myself, and dig through my bag. I pull out my photo album. 

My eyes well up with tears as I see my former friends.  Even if the pictures aren't real, it's good to see my old friends. I don't try to hold back the tears as they stain the pages. Slowly flipping through the pages, my hand rests on a particular photo.  The happiest moment of my life.  The underwater kiss Annabeth and I shared all that time ago.  All I want is to be with her again, with the seven.  But nothing ever goes my way. I start to sob, and clutch tightly onto the book. I close my eyes and remember the good old days, still holding onto the book.  My only tie to the past.

Revenge Jackson. Revenge. 

Molly/ Mrs. Weasley POV

When I first saw Harry's long lost cousin, I knew there was something wrong. He didn't seem like the happy, carefree teenager he should be. 

Percy seemed lost, and had a sad kind of look to him.  As soon as I saw him, my motherly instincts kicked in, and I tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Throughout the day, I found that he really was a sweet boy. Just stuck in the dark, unable to find the light.

Later that day, while we were having dinner, Arthur started asking Percy some questions about his life.  When he asked if Percy had a girlfriend, I immediatly noticed that the question was too personal.  Harry's cousin looks down at his plate, his eyes welling up with tears.  He thanks me for dinner, then rushes upstairs.  The rest of the dinner continues in uncomfortable silence.  After everyone finishes, I pull my husband aside. 

"Arthur!" I chastise him.

"What is it Molly?" Arthur seems genuinely confused.

"Can't you see those questions were too personal for that poor, young boy?" I ask, my husband can be so naive sometimes.

"I'm sorry my dear, I didn't mean to bring up a touchy subject." Arthur looks down. 

I sigh.  "I know you didn't." He puts his arms around me, and we stand there for a minute in silence. 

"There's something ah, different about that boy..." Arthur muses.  "Nothing bad of course, but different nonetheless..." I nod. 

"Reminds me a bit of Harry..."

Percy POV

All through the night, my mind is plagued with flashbacks.  Journeying through Tartarus with Annabeth...  Watching her die in front of my eyes... I don't know how much longer I can tolerate this. I'm woken up at the crack of dawn by none other than Hermione Granger.