Percy Jackson-The Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 24.

Percy Jackson-

"What is he doing here?"  Sirius growled.

"Lovely to see you, too, old chap." I grinned.

"Well?" Sirius demanded Harry, Ron, and Hermione, glaring at me all the while.

Harry flushed a little.  "Sirius, it's okay...he's not like...he's cool..."

"Harry-boy, stop it.  You're making me blush." I winked at Sirius, and I swear, he was practically foaming at the mouth.

"Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing?  He's Voldemort's"-Ron flinched-"grandson!  He can't be trusted!"

I shrugged.  "Look, Black, we don't choose our relatives.  Besides, he isn't the only evil grandpa I've had.  My father's father was a bastard.  Thank gods he's gone.  He was a murder, a killer...he was a tyrant.  A much worse one than Dr. Noseless.  My uncles and cousins on my father's side aren't exactly clean, either.  But I think Thalia, Nico, and I turned out somewhat all right.  Besides, if anyone could understand, it'd be you.  You are related to Bellatrix Lestrange, the Malfoys, and if I recall correctly, you're family beheads house-elves."

Sirius looked like he was swallowing something disgusting-perhaps he was trying to swallow his pride.

Maybe.  Probably not.  He visibly turned away from me, fixing his gaze unwavering on Harry and the rest of the trio.

"How's things?"

"Uh," Harry's eyes flitted to me for a moment, before resting back on his godfather.  "The Ministry's forced another degree, which means we're not allowed to have Quidditch teams-"

"-or secret Defense Against the Dark Arts groups?" said Sirius.

There was a short pause.

"How did you know about that?" Harry demanded.

"You want to choose your meeting places more carefully," said Sirius, grinning at Harry widely.  "The Hog's Head, I ask you..."

"Well, it was better than the Three Broomsticks!" said Hermione defensively.  "That's always packed with people-"

"-which means you'd have been harder to overhear," said Sirius.  "You've got a lot to learn, Hermione."

"Who overheard us?" Harry demanded.

"Mundungus, of course-"

"I knew it!  And the guy with the bandages!  He was probably the one that tipped off Umbrella-Toad Lady!  Still got it!"

Sirius glared at me, and otherwise pretended like he hadn't heard the interruption.

"He was the witch under the veil."

"What was he doing in Hog's Head?" Harry asked.

"Come on, Harry.  You told me the Order was following you before.  You honestly think they stopped just because you went to school in a magical castle school?" I looked at him incredibly.  Even I wasn't that naive.

"I'm still being followed?" Harry asked angrily.

"Yeah, you are.  And just as well, isn't it, if the first thing you're going to do on your weekend off is organize an illegal defense group."

He clearly wasn't angry-on the contrary, he was looking at Harry with pride.  Maybe if he didn't blindly hate my guts, I'd like him.  Well, I mean, I did sort of attack him-but that was only a scare.  If that was going to make him piss his pants, he didn't really deserve my respect.  My Nico Persona is my life.  Of course, I haven't really tried to scare people out of their wits with it since Grim-Weird Place.