Percy is Voldamort's Grandson

My evil relative list just got longer, Chpt. 3

This is where the story starts for me. Yeah, you've got your inner monologue from Mom, and Harry, and the prologue (both of them)  and that's great. But this is when i come into the story.
i was at camp when the call came from my mom. Contrary to popular belief, camp does have a phone (an old, rusty, string/cord/thing attached to wall phone) and it does ring an awful lot, especially towards the end of the summer when campers are deciding last minute whether to go home or not. Most campers don't have such a great home life. We have more year-longers campers then ever, even with the promises we've gotten the gods to say over the years.

But, i always go home, so it was more then a little surprised when Chiron called me into his office, saying my mom was on the phone. i was worried.
"is everything ok?" i tapped my foot against the floor, tracing the patterns nervously. Chiron's office was a mix-mash of decades of hoarding stuff. i️ loved i️t. The walls were covered in photos of his prized campers. (Me and Annabeth were in more then a few. My favorite had me and her on the beach dancing as Grover played the pipes.) His collection of music took up bookshelf space and knickknacks from various questions rested on every available surface. There was a golden apple hanging from the mouth of a pig by string that i️ couldn't stop looking at while I talked to my mom.

"Percy," my mom's voice was a mixture of things that i don't know the words for. "You have to come home. There are people asking for you, and-"

i️t felt hard to breath. i squeezed the phone in my hand. "Mom?"

i️ heard a sigh. "i️ can see through the mist again, clearly. These people are glowing so brightly it hurts to look at. Come home, Percy."

Obviously, there was nothing left to do. i packed a bag.

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"Wizards?!" it came out strangled. Every muscle in my body tightened. i felt frozen on my spot on the couch of Starbucks, two guys in front of me and my mom to the side. The'd introduced themselves as Dumbledore and Harry. Harry had black hair and green eyes that were pretty cool, but what was most interesting was his weird lightning-shaped scar, right on his forehead. i've have some crazy scars (exhibit A. My whole body), but that was just COOL.

"i'm a wizard?" This is when they told me that my mom wasn't just mortal, like everyone thought. She's been born of a Wizarding line. Oh yeah, they also told me that WIZARDS EXIST. AND other stuff (well, i️ knew about the other stuff, but they didn't know that i knew).
An entire Wizarding community existed in England, in America, in thousands of countries across the world. i'd have been part of that community starting when i️ was little, they told me. Only? two things had stopped it : A; no-one knew Mom was a squib (that's a wizard who doesn't have magic). No one knew Mom existed at all. That brings us to B; no one knew Mom existed because she was being hidden. Specifically, she was being hidden because of her dad.
Not the one i'd grown up hearing about.
Her real-life, biological father apparently WASNT the guy who had raised her. No, her bio dad was a wizard who had been and was campaigning for the deaths of all non-magic people, AND all the magic people who was against this. What a wonderful revelation.
Here's how i get it:
Tom Riddle (code name, Voldemort ((dramatic much?))), AKA said genocidal maniac happened to have  dilly-dallied with a Lytara Marcuse back in his handsome days(which, apparently, were LONG over), before the crazy set all the way in. Only they seemed to have forgotten some essential things in preventing the baby-making of the baby making process.
And so a baby was made. obviously Lytara (code name, Ly) (code name, LIER), who was from a proper pure blood (having only magical blood), had her parents send the baby to America, never telling Riddle what had gone down that Summer. The Marcuse's thought the Americans would take notice of the child's accidental magic and send her to school there, all the while assuming she was muggleborn. No harm, no foul. Only, Mom, (because it was Mom who was the kid) was a squib, and never had accidental magic, and so no one took any notice or care. And that should have been i️t, nothing else down the line.
The thing was, there was a part C to the equation that no one had thought of in an senario. Several parts C, actually.
The first of which was Poseidon doing the deed with my mom, thereby breaking his oath. The second, well, was the product of that deed. Seems like Mom had some stuff in common with her biological parents after all. Part C, was me.
And there i️ am. Messing stuff up again. You see, i'm not a squib. Actually, i'm a real-life cartoon character, wand carrying (well, not yet) wizard. Who is late when it comes to training (prophecies were clouding my existence, so they couldn't find me, not that they know that's the reason), has freakish amount of self control so lots of power (what else is new), and the part they don't know: is also a demigod.
So great. Half wizard, half demigod. Can my life get any better?
No, but i️t can get worse. Ooh, you know that grandfather of mine, the murderer who is ALSO as wizard? Yeah, Harry killed him when he was a little, but now, he's back. Great.
Just great.

Hey guys, just letting you know if I's look weird for you it's probably cause my phone is glitchy cause of the new IPhone update. Sorry! Hope it'll get resolved soon but there's really nothing I️ can do.