Forever-Percy Jackson at Hogwarts

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Harry

I can't help but drop a tear as he watches his friends mourn. He didn't know Jason well, but he was still his friends. His death will always be apart of me now, haunting me.

I see Hermione wipe away tears. 

"Harry!" She yells, "it's 7:00, your meeting!" I completely forgot about that. I walk up to Percy and pat him on the back. 

"Dumbledore." I whisper gently, calmly. I lead him away from the others and towards rhe headmasters tower. By the time we got to the gargoyle he had managed to control the tears. 

"Be strong Percy." I say, then knock on the door.

"Come in." I open the door and walk into the office

"Percy, what is wrong?" 

"I-I" Percy struggle to not break down into tears.

"He lost a close friend,  a brother." I say to Dumbledore. 

"I am sorry for your loss. That give us more of a reason to continue this lesson, to protect our love ones. Did you bring the memory?" 

I nod my head and pas him the vile of liquid.

"Sir, what happened to your hand?"

"Never mind that now," he hods up the memory. "This is more important." We walk towards the pensive and place the memory in it. We all dunk our heads in.

I feel my feet leave the office and land on the floor. Percy and Dumbledore landed beside me just as Riddle asked, 'Sir, is it true that Professor Merry thought is retiring?'

'Tom, Tom, if I knew I couldn't tell you,'said Slughorn, wagging his finger reprovingly at Riddle, though winking at the same time.'I must say, I'd like to know where you get your information, boy, your more knowledgeable than half the staff, you are.'

Riddle smiled; the other boys laughed and cast him admiring looks.

'What with your uncanny ability know things you shouldn't, and your careful flattery of the people who matter–thank you for the pineapple, by the way, you're quite right, it is my favourite–' 

Several of the boys tittered again.

'–I confidently expect you to rise to Minister for Magic within twenty years.Fifteen, if you keep sending me pineapples.I have excellent contacts at the Ministry.' 

Tom Riddle merely smiled as the others laughed again. I noticed that he was by no means the eldest of the group of boys, but that they all seemed to look to him as their leader.

'I don't know that politics would suit me, sir,'he said when the laughter had died away.'I don't have the right kind of background, for one thing.' 

A couple of the boys around him smirked at each other. I was sure they were enjoying a private joke: undoubtedly about what they knew, or suspected, regarding their gangleader's famous ancestor.

'Nonsense,' said Slughorn briskly, 'couldn't be plainer you come from decent wizarding stock, abilities like yours.No, you'll go far, Tom, I've never been wrong about a student yet.'The small golden clock standing upon Slughorn's desk chimed eleveno'clock behind him and he looked around.
'Good gracious, is it that time already?You'd better get going, boys, or we'll all be in trouble.Lestrange, I want your essay by tomorrow or it's detention.Same goes for you, Avery.' 

One by one the boys filed out of the room.Slughorn heaved himself out of his armchair and carried his empty glass over to his desk.A movement behind him made him look around; Riddle was still standing there.