[ALTERNATE] Voldemort's Lost Grandson (PJO/HP) {SNAPERCY}

-Chapter Two- ~Δ

Percy pov

We neared the stone gargoyle that protected the headmaster's office. It glared down at me, waiting for a password.

"Lemon drops," I said dismissively, swiftly stepping up the stairs when they appeared. Severus' footsteps quickly followed.

I entered without even knocking, already knowing Dumbledore wouldn't mind, to find the headmaster talking with Hecate at his desk.

"Just the people we wanted to see," I said, coming to a stop beside Hecate. Severus hovered just behind me.

"Ah, Percy, Severus, hello," Dumbledore greeted. "Lemon drop?"

I ignored his statement. "I believe you have something that belongs to my grandfather," I said.

Albus looked surprised. "What do you mean?"

"The horcrux, and the basilisk fang," I added, for I knew Severus would love to have something from the King Snake. "We are going to heal it, either using Fawkes or my wand."

Hecate grinned. "I knew I chose you for a reason," she murmured, chuckling. "No one else would ever think to restore Riddle to sanity."

I flashed her a smile, redirecting my attention to Dumbledore as he pulled out my desired items and placed them upon his desk.

"Sev?" I turned to my companion, about to ask him if he wanted to use Fawkes instead of my wand, but found he was looking at the horcrux and holding his left forearm. Sighing softly, I gently pried it from his grip and pulled up his sleeve, laying a gentle hand over the Mark and willing it to heal.

Above me, Severus grimaced. "I wasn't expecting it to hurt when I saw it," he murmured, low enough that only I could hear.

I looked up at him, immediately being captured by his dark brown eyes, swirling with untamed emotion that I knew only I was allowed to see. "It's probably because the piece of his soul recognized the magic aura of your Mark, since it was made by him," I replied quietly, letting go of his arm and looking away, my face flushing. What the hell is wrong with me?

Clearing my throat, I turned back to the horcrux and picked it up. I felt life flicker inside of it, only momentarily, but enough to heal it nonetheless.

I pulled out my wand, taking note of Dumbledore and Sev's sharp intake of breath, and pointed it at the horcrux. "Integro," I whispered, watching as the gaping hole in the diary began to become smaller, until it was non-existant. I banished the book to the shadows, putting away my wand.

"There," I said firmly. "One of six done."

"Six?" Severus questioned. "There have never been that many..."

"There were supposed to be seven," Hecate mentioned. "But he hasn't made the seventh yet, and hopefully never will, especially with Percy's help."

My eyes landed on Dumbledore. "You remember him coming to ask for a post at Defense Against the Dark Arts, yes?" When he nodded, I continued, "You realize you could have just stopped it then and there. The post was the only thing he was after, as he only wanted to come back to the first place he called home, but when you said no, you set it in stone. Of course, he had already made at least one horcrux, but I doubt he would have made as many as he did if you had accepted. Not to mention, he also came to hide Ravenclaw's diadem, one of his horcruxes, in the Room of Requirement."

Not waiting for any type of reaction, I picked up the basilisk fang and walked out of the office doors (I planned on giving the fang to Severus at a later date). It wasn't until I was halfway down the stairs that I heard Severus behind me.