The Heir of Voldemort (a PJO and HP crossover)

Part 11: I'm Starting To Get Really Uncomfortable That You're Still Reading Me.

Please don't kill me. I'm begging you. IM SO SORRY OKAY PLEASE. And the worst part is this is just a filler chapter. Just don't kill me. That's all I'm asking.

Percy's POV

My hands are shaking, my whole body is trembling. What was wrong with me. Anger such strong ... anger. Hatred and absolute wanting for revenge. Harry, that very name makes me want to murder him.

My body shook in confusion and fear as I finally got up from the floor. Since when did I become this weak? As to sit on the floor and give up? When did this begin? As to want to murder an acquaintance so bad?

I was going to kill the weird-ass named guy and them I was going to leave faster than Tris (Annabeth loves that trilogy.). When did this become so hard?

I looked at Dumbledore's letter. I needed to speak with him now.

~ This TimeSkip Is Skipping Across Time With The Doctor In His TARDIS ~

I walk into Dumbledore's office, not bothering to knock. Knocking will take about six seconds from my life away, including the time it takes for them to answer. That was too much.

Inside were all the professors. Except the Toad; even the half-ghost was there. They halted and pointed their  wands towards my intruding figure. It was quite funny, if I have to be totally honest. Like in a movie.

"Percy," Snape's dull voice reeled me away from movies. "Hasn't your father ever taught you manners?" That little twit, he knows that my dad didn't live with me. I wanted to ki— I mean roll my eyes, but I didn't. Calm down, Percy. Just get this over with.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, holding up the letter. Dumbledore frowned, knowing it never specified that he wanted to see me. But I was going to see him anyways, we obviously had to talk.

"Professors, I'd like to speak to Perseus. This meeting will continue later," Dumbledore said in a stiff tone as they filed out, one by one, eyeing me carefully, hands firmly on their wands. It was obvious I was the one they were having a meeting about.

I carefully sat down on a cushion. "So ... what's all this talk about me killing Harry?"

Dumbledore glared at me, which didn't fit his kind face. "What's this about you behaving so nonchalantly about it, Percy? You have nerve, I thought you weren't working for your grandfather! You tried to perform the most god's-forsaken curse on Harry, the Killing Curse!" He practically shouted.

I frowned. "No, I didn't. I would remember if—"

This time it was Dumbledore who frowned. "You would remember?"

I rolled my eyes. "Its my quest, Professor. I wouldn't throw it out of the window. I wouldn't kill Harry—try to anyways." My hands were beginning to sweat and I started feeling that same panicked feeling as earlier. What if I really did try to kill him? I began pacing. Don't let this be true.

No ... this—I didn't. I won't accept it.

"Professor!" I suddenly shouted, which probably wasn't appropriate regarding the fact that I'm already in trouble. "I never—"

Red fury mixed with a deep-settling wanting for revenge. Here he was, making a class to defeat me? And then I—