Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

The scar

Percy POV

"Look at this!" Harry exclaims as he tosses a newspaper on my lap.  I was sitting in the common room, three days after I got out of the hospital.  I cross my legs, and watch the letters swirl around on the page.  Screw you, dyslexia.  

"Wow." I state, shaking my head.  "That's a lot of words.  If only I could read them..."

Harry curses under his breath.

"Sorry.  I'll just read it to you." The wizard clears his throat, and snatches the paper from my grasp.  "I had recently interviewed the five competing champions in the quad-wizard tournament.  Despite the obvious four in quad, Harry Potter (who is underage for this event) has been entered.  Also competing is famous quidditch player Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, Fleur Delacore from Beauxbatons, and Potter's recently discovered relative, Perseus Jackson.                  

"During Harry's interview, he claimed that his parents (if they were alive), would indeed approve of his newfound search for glory, which leaves us questioning his true intentions.  I could even see his eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past.

Whilst talking to his cousin, Perseus, I discovered that he was most likely in on Potter's entering the competition.  We don't know much about his past, or family members, for Jackson had avoided questions of this subject.  We do know however that his mother, Sally Jackson, has been accused of a death eater in her days of witchcraft at Ilvermorny, and-" 

"Wait, what?" I say, standing up.  "First of all, what's a death eater?  Second of all, What the heck is Ilvermorny?  Third of all, what is wrong with that Skeeter woman?"

"A death eater is one of Voldemort's followers.  Ilvermorny is a wizardry school in America.  And the third answer is, I have no freaking idea." He sighs, and tosses the paper in the fire.  It burns for a few seconds, before a coughing noise emerges from the fireplace.  I walk towards it, reaching in my pocket, ready to grab riptide at any given moment.  

Another series of coughs sounds, and I pull out my pen.  

Harry groans, and holds his head in his hands, standing in front of the fire.  "Merlin's beard!" He says, an angry look on his face.  "I forgot about...Oh, God." Gods.  I mentally correct, rolling my eyes.

"What is it, Harry?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.  

"It's just... you know, never mind.  It doesn't matter right now." He sighs, and steps away from the fireplace.  "Percy, meet Sirius, my godfather.  Sirius, meet Percy, my newly found cousin." I stare into the fireplace, but instead of bright red and orange flames, a man's face is carved into the coals.  He has a beard, and shoulder length wavy hair.  He looks slightly surprised at first, but then rearranged his features into a kind smile.  But even through the hot coals, I can see the obvious suspicion lurking behind his eyes.

"Yes, I've heard about that." Sirius says slowly.  "Even here, you are already pretty well-known, Percy."

"Doesn't that hurt?" I blurt out curiously.  "Being in the fire, I mean."

He laughs.

"It's a spell." He says simply, blinking twice.  Then the fire-face turns to Harry.  "Harry, you must watch out for Karkaroff.  He was in league with the death eaters.  Him and Barty Crouch."

"What did he do?" Harry asks, his eyebrows creeping down in confusion.

"He sold out his own son, Barty Crouch Jr.  Sent him to Azkaban.  He deserved it, of course, but that man is ruthless all the same."

"Do you think either of them put my name in?" Harry says eagerly.

"I don't know who put your name in the goblet, Harry.  But-" Sirius is cut short by footsteps pounding down the stairs.  "I should go." Harry nods in assent before approaching the stairs.  "Watch him for me, won't you, Percy?" Sirius asks quietly so Harry won't hear.  "I have a feeling you'll do good at that." He winks, and then he's gone.