The Heir of Voldemort (a PJO and HP crossover)

Part 9: Hi ... So ... Umm, How're You?

Thank you everybody who is reading this. I never thought I'd get to 1K, but here I am with 15K. Thank you, guys, so much 😘😘. Also, when I came to like edit and add to the draft an' all, I saw (#994 in FanFiction) and laughed so hard. Like 'WTH? Is that supposed to make me feel good?'

Percy's POV

One word: THE PLACE IS HEAVEN. Okay, that's four words, but who's counting? You counted didn't you? Why did you count??! Don't you trust me?!

Yeah, let's just ignore that. I'm so hyped up about all those stuff. It was so awesome.

The place was literally a prankster/ADHD kid's dream. They had all sorts of things that could help with pranks and all sorts of candy.

With much protesting on my part, and complaining on Fred's, we eventually had to leave to get to that DADA thing. I see Harry agreed after all. Can't tell if that's good or bad.

As I said before, that could be a good thing or a bad thing. I still haven't decided.

When we got there, I was expecting a little clean place to talk about against-the-rules, defense against the dark arts class, but instead I saw a dark and claustrophobic place that stank and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in more than a century.

A cloaked figure was sitting at the end of 'dumpster' and another person's head and face was wrapped in bandages, gulping down drink after drink, somehow.

I went to sit - to kill ... to hurt ... and ...

I shook my head hard. Where did those thoughts come from? I blinked rapidly a few times before sitting down beside Lee.

Kill him ... just two words and a wave of the wand ... just one stab ... just-

"No," I whispered. What was going on ... I just had to ... "No."

Fred glanced at me. "You okay, mate?" He asked. He looked a bit worried for some reason.

"I'm perfectly fine," I snapped, then frowned. Why did I ...

I felt someone's eyes on me. I turned around, and saw Harry staring at me. I growled, literally. I have to kill him ... the little twit ... stupid, stupid ...

I got ready to lunge at him, to strangle him, to kill him, stab him. Just do anything to have him dead. He has to die ... he has to ... its all his fault, everything.

No, my conscience screamed, but I had no idea what was going on. I had to fight back; I had - I had to kill him ... yes, that sounds so ... so ... refreshing ...

No. I can't. I can't, can. I can, I will, I-

He tensed and swallowed hardly, subconsciously letting his arm wander to Hermione's.

"What?" She asked him, breaking her argument with Ron. He pointed at me.

That little - that little - he just - I have to, I want to.

"Percy, PERCY!" I looked up, realized I was lost in my ocean of thoughts (A/N: see what I did there 😝)

"Yeah?" I asked.

Hermione gives me a tight smile. "Are you okay, because you looked like you were about to ... well, almost-"

"KILL me," harry finished rudely, frighteningly, angrily. It dawned on me he was scared. He knew I could overpower him if I wanted to. Not only that, but overpower him in a second.