Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

The Goblet

I DON'T OWN NOTHING.  I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX.

Harry POV

After a while, Percy enters the common room.  He's holding a time table in one hand. 

"Hey guys, guess what?" Percy says, scratching his head.  "I'm in fourth year with you guys!" My eyes widen a considerable amount.  

"Aren't you seventeen?!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, but I don't know much about magic and stuff so Dumbledore said I'd be in your year." Percy shrugs.  "So where do I sleep?"  Ron and I show him to the boys dormitories, and Percy immediately crashes on his bed.  He doesn't seem to mind that half of it is covered by his luggage, or the fact that he's still in his clothes.  As soon as his head hits the pillow, Percy falls asleep.

"How does he do that?" Ron asks.   I just shrug and continue to stare at Percy, wondering if the same thing happened at the owlery would happen tonight. 

"We should probably get to bed;" I say, breaking my gaze at Percy.  "It's been a long day." Ron nods, and we both head to our respective beds.  I get in my pajamas, and bury myself under the soft covers.  And eventually, I drift into a (hopefully) peaceful sleep.

Oh how wrong I was.

I'm in a cell, staring at a lifeless body, bound in metal, blood stained chains. 

His head is hanging limply from his neck, and he's sitting slumped against the wall.  I will myself forward to get a closer look, and see none other than Percy Jackson. 

Suddenly, a figure barges through the barred door.  The creature is hideous, I don't even want to explain what his features were. 

He went over to Percy' s limp body, and punches him square in the eye.  At this, Percy groans and his eyes open slowly, one already beginning to turn black and blue from the punch.

"Wake up, Jackson." The figure growls.

"Can't a guy get his beauty sleep, Tartarus?" Percy says, chuckling slightly.  The man, Tartarus apparently, snarls at that. 

"Still cracking jokes?  I see you have not yet lost your spirit...  Although We will be able to change that."  He says.  Then Tartarus takes out a knife.  He dips it in a vial of green liquid.

Percy closes his eyes, and shivers when he sees what his torturer planned.

The blade returns from the vial, the once silver blade a sickly green color.  Tartarus laughs cruelly as he advances towards Percy.  tossing the knife from hand to hand.

When he reaches the wizard, he cuts at the Orange shirt, and it falls off Percy's body. 

Tartarus teasingly traces the blade from Percy's eye to his jaw, creating a cut in it's wake.  Percy screams, and tries to escape his bonds. 

Tartarus laughs cruelly at my cousin's pain.  "Greek fire... It does wonders." He creates wounds on Percy using the knife for a while, until there's a pool of blood laying at his feet.  He stops, and looks at his handiwork.  "I think... I think it's time I mark you as mine." Tartarus muses.  Then with a ear  piercing scream from Percy, he stand the blade into a spot right below Percy's collarbone. 

He drags in a horizontal line, Then creates a vertical line beneath it.  He stands back, and I see that Tartarus has created a 'T'.