Percy Jackson is Voldemort's Grandson!?

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I watched as Mrs. Weasley ran up to Percy and grabbed his arm, "My heavens child!! Where did you get so many scars?"

I looked at Percy and walked up to him slowly with Hermione and Ron not far behind me. Percy looked at us and had blood trailing down his face from his mouth.

"What happened to you?" I had to admit, I was scared to find out what would this to such a young boy.

"Like I said Tartarus. I've literally been through hell and back. Anyways, let's get some sleep. It's getting late and we have to get up early to leave tomorrow." Percy's voice was calm and reassuring, but I didn't fall for it.

"What's that mark on your arm?! Are you a death eater?" Hermione shouted.

At this remark Percy burst out laughing then recomposed himself, "No. I'm not."

"Also why are you so calm about this. This is nothing to be calm about, you have scars everywhere on your arms and the dark mark!" My voice got loud as I started yelling, clear anger in my voice.

"What's the dark mark?" I signaled towards his arm, "Oh! You mean that? That's a tattoo." Percy turned his arm showing a tattoo of a trident and the letters SPQR with an underlining.

"Oh... sorry." I gave Percy an apologetic look, then looked him in the eyes.

Then he passed out. There was blood coming out of his mouth as he coughed it up, then it just came out of his mouth without any coughing.

Percy was dying in front of us and we didn't know how to save him...

Percy's POV

I was showing them my tattoo when, I blacked out and fell to the floor hard. I would definitely feel that later. Then I started coughing nonstop in my dreams, I was coughing up blood. Then, I died. I felt a horrible pain surge through my body and I fell to the ground in my dream. After that I didn't know what happened, but the dream lasted a while, until I woke up.

Snape's POV

I watched as Percy woke up. We were taking turns watching over the dying boy, so he wouldn't die without anyone knowing. I ran into the hall and screamed, "He's alive!!"

Everybody came bolting down or up the stairs to his room. We all saw Percy sit up and cough up a bit of blood. He had lost so much blood by now he looked like a ghost, that's when we heard a ringing noise. It was coming from his bag. We slowly headed over to it, when he picked up this device touched it and started talking into it.

"Hey mom," there was a pause, "No I'm fine. It's just late at night here and I'm tired," another pause, "Of course I'll call you as soon as I can. I leave for school tomorrow," yet another pause, "Ok. Goodbye."

Percy looked at us slowly with no emotion, "Sorry about all the trouble. I hope I didn't worry you..." Percy seemed to know what happened.

"My heavens darling!! Are you ok? You look like hell!!" Mrs. Weasley ran up to Percy and hugged him, causing him to cough blood on her pajamas. He also winced when she said hell, but it was barely noticeable.

"Bloody hell mate. Are you ok?" Harry lead the trio up to Percy, meanwhile Ron did the talking.

"I'm good. This happens all the time. Just usually not this random. I'm sorry."

Percy's POV

"My heavens darling!! Are you ok? You look like hell!!" Mrs. Weasley ran up to me and hugged me causing me to cough blood on her PJs. I felt really bad.

"Bloody hell mate. Are you ok?" The trio walked up to me, Harry was leading them, meanwhile Ron was talking for them.

"I'm good. This happens all the time. Just usually not this random. I'm sorry." I didn't remember when they warmed up to me, but it happened so fast. I trusted them, so I told them to invite Dumbledore over and to meet me in the dining room in 10 minutes.

I ran to my room and jumped into the shower. I washed off all the dried blood and changed into a CHB t-shirt, a sea green hoodie, dark jeans, and black converse. I ran downstairs into the kitchen only to find out it's morning.