Percy Jackson grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER THAT I ALWAYS FORGET TO DO: I don't own any of this besides the plot and the occasional unnamed oc. I believe that JK Rowling and Rick Riordan are the ones to blame for my obsession with their stories.
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CHAPTER 9

"Did Percy just correct Snape? And not get in trouble for it?" Ron said in a daze at the Gryffindor table in the great hall.

"Percy did bring up a very good point. His methods for teaching potions aren't very good." Hermione said as she slid in next to Ron.

"Didn't you see how Percy already knew Snape? Something is going on with him. I have this feeling that he's hiding something from us," Harry said across from them. Don't get him wrong; Harry loved that Percy corrected Snape, but Percy has this feeling around him like he's keeping something big from them.

"He does have that feeling around him mate, and him knowing Snape beforehand was a bit odd." Ron agreed. "He does seem like he's hiding something, but I feel we can trust him."

/TRANSPORTING TO DIVINATION CLASS/

"Good day." Professor Trelawney said in her usual misty, dreamy voice. She looked around the classroom, full of eager young faces ready to explore the delicate art of divination. True, few of them have the potential to become true masters in this branch of the arts, but all eager and ready to learn. As she gazed around the classroom, a new face stuck out. He had hair as dark as midnight; eyes, bright and hopeful, yet dark and foreboding. "It seems we have a new student." She said ominously. The new student looked up at her. She was struck with a vision of sorts. Pain. Torture. Love. Hate. Loss. The feelings all through her at once.

"You shall fail to save what matters most, in the end."

"Fail without friends, to fly home alone."

"One shall perish by a parent's hand."

"Lose a love to worse than death."

"Falling from ice, the son of Neptune shall drown."

"Olympus to preserve or raze."

"And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

In a few minutes, Professor Trelawney would remember none of this, but at the time it was one of the scariest moments of her life. Monsters of unimaginable horror; wounds that would probably never heal; lost ones that would never come back; the pain of the world put on the shoulders of someone so young. She gasped, and the horrors she had seemed went away as if washed away by the tide. "I'm sorry dears; my mind seemed to have drifted for a moment." Her eyes were immediately drawn to the new student who now was deathly pale, silent tears running down his face. He got up from his chair, picked up his bag, and left the room as if in a trance.

"Did something happen?"

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"Hey, Annabeth."

Percy was in the nearest restroom where he had turned on a faucet and manipulated the water to form a fine mist in the sunlight, making a faint rainbow. He tried using his demi-phone, but he couldn't get a signal. Usually, it got its signal from the mist, he's still not sure how it gets the signal from the mist, but the magical aura around the school must be interfering.

"Hey, Percy. What's wrong?" She said noticing his red eyes and tears on his face.

"At Hogwarts, there's a teacher who just recited lines from all the prophesies I've been in."

"Oh my gods!" She said, covering her mouth with shock. "Do you have any idea where she heard those or why she decided to say them?"

Where had she heard those? The prophecies that had haunted him since he was twelve. The only people who knew the prophesies were a select few from Camp Half-Blood, and he had never seen her there before.