Da Long Lost Relatives (Hoo and Hp fanfic)

Busted.

Harry POV

I clutch my forehead as Percy sits down beside me.  It takes all my willpower not to scream out in pain.  He seems to notice, and furrows his eyebrows.  

"Harry?  Are you ok?" He asks.  I nod, becoming slightly dizzy at the small gesture.  Percy doesn't buy it.  "Seriously.  What's wrong?"

"Nothing."  I clear my throat.  "My scar just hurts, that's it." He still doesn't look convinced, but goes back to eating his pancake, which is doused in syrup.  Ron suddenly plops down next to Percy, and he narrows his eyes suspiciously.  

"Hello Harry.  Percy."

"Hey Ron." Percy greets skeptically.  Ron smirks at him in a very un-Ron-like way, before turning back to the table, and grabbing a few pieces of bacon.  A blinding pain erupts in my scar, as an idea hits me suddenly.  

"Hey Hermione," I say.  She turns to face me.  "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure Harry." She agrees.  I grab her by the arm, and pull her to the other side of the great hall.  "What is it?"

"It's about my scar." I deadpan.  Hermione tenses up.  

"What about it?" 

"So, you know how in our first year my scar kept hurting when I was around Quirrell?" I ask.  She nods with raised eyebrows.

"Well, the same thing is happening now.  But- but with Percy." Hermione's eyebrows crept down in confusion.  

"What do you mean?" She says worriedly.  "Your scar hurts around him?"

"Pretty much.  But the thing is-  It hurt around Quirrell because he had Voldemort on the back of his head.  So-" Hermione quickly cut me off.

"You think he has a part of Voldemort inside of him." She finished.  Her eyes were wide as saucers, and a small part of me wanted to laugh.  I pushed it out of my head.  "Well...." Her voice trailed off.

"Do you think its possible?" I ask.  "For him to be Voldemort?"

"Of course not, Harry!" She snapped angrily.  "Why would you think such horrible things of him?" 

"But-"

"Harry,  that is preposterous!" She yelled.  A few heads turned our way, but the noise of chattering students covered up most of our conversation.

"Mione-"

"Harry!  Stop it!  He is your cousin!  Have a little faith!" With that, she stormed off, grabbing Percy's arm and dragging him with her on the way out.  

I saw Draco turn to them, and trail behind the pair.  

I couldn't shake the thought of Percy working with Voldemort out of my mind.  I didn't know if I truly believed it or not, but I was desperate to believe anything at that point.  I went back to the Gryffindor table, and sat back down next to Ron.  

"Can you help me with something Ron?" I ask.  He nods eagerly.  

"Sure.  What is it?" 

"Well, it's about Percy..."

Percy POV

I woke up tied to a chair.  Good morning to me, right?  I struggled against the bonds to no avail.  I sigh and look around the room.  I was in a.... bathroom?  The tub was overflowing with bubbles, and there was a ghost resting in the windowsill.  She had round glasses, and neat pigtails.  She gave a shrill laugh, and floated down beside me.  

"Gods, Hades is gonna be pissed. " I muttered.  She seems to hear, and laughed again.  

"Who is he, your imaginary friend?" She gave a serene smile.  "I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now.  Your friends are getting bored."