Percy Jackson grandson of Voldemort

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
Dinner in the Great Hall was not a particularly pleasant experience. The news of the bout between Umbridge, Percy, and Harry had traveled as fast as a cheetah as it traveled around the school. By the time dinner had come, nearly everyone even those odd students who never know anything about what's happening had heard about it. Percy and Harry both heard the whispers flittering around them as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Harry sitting there because he was a Gryffindor and Percy sitting there partially because he wanted to meet people in Gryffindor and because he wanted to talk with Harry a bit more.

"He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered..."

"He reckons he dueled with You-Know-Who...?

"Can you pass the cheese?"

"Pur-lease. De you think he actually did that?"

The whispers flittered around like butterflies as they passed around the students. The whisperers didn't seem to be concerned with Harry hearing their rumors. Actually, it was quite the contrary. They seemed to want him to hear the whispers and provoke him into lashing out at them and hearing his story. The rumors were not only focused on Harry, but also on the new teenage Hufflepuff.

"My friend who was in that class said that Percy defended Harry when he spoke out against Umbridge."

"I dunno if you have your facts straight."

"Hufflepuffs usually don't do stuff like that."

"Really guys? Can you please pass the cheese?'

Of course, there were the occasional people here and there that had either not heard of what had occurred, or didn't care, like that one young man who really wanted cheese.

"Whatever. I'm getting the cheese myself." The young man in question said as he stood up and went to get the cheese.

Percy was oblivious to these rumors as he trudged through his food as usual. The food at Hogwarts was just so good! Harry was a bit more sensitive to these rumors.

"What I don't get is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them," Harry said bitterly.

"The thing is Harry, I don't think they all believed you."

"Come on guys! Cheer up, I'm sure some of them believed the story, Harry! I believe it and I wasn't even here last year!" Percy said optimistically, taking a break from eating his food.

"Those blockheads are just to think to see the truth," Ron added, "there are people who believe you mate, you just have to find them."

Harry was brought out of the dumps by his friend's helpful comments. Friend. He was even considering Percy a friend now.

A few days later at detention

Percy had seen his fair share of detentions. He seemed to have the worst luck when going to schools so it was no surprise that he got into detention on the first day. Imagine what the people at camp would think if they saw him now: Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, two-time savior of Olympus, one of the most powerful demigods alive, sitting in detention. Writing lines.

His first thought of the office was pink. Her office was the most horrid pink he had seen. Seriously? Who would ever want their office painted this color? His second thought was that inviting a pair of frustrated, hormonal teens into a room with fragile plates hung on the wall wasn't entirely the best idea, but hey. They were wizards. They probably had some kind of spell to fix it if they broke anything. His third thought was of cats. Sure, he loves cats as much as the next guy, but sometimes enough was enough. Having cat faces splattered all around your office on china plates was a tad bit obsessive. Wait. Are those cats moving? The cats on the china plates are moving. That is a way bit too much. And just plain creepy.

When Umbridge gave Percy a blood-red quill without giving him ink, Percy wasn't really concerned. When he started writing the lines with it, that was when problems arose.

"Professor Umbridge? I'm left handed. The ink keeps on smearing." Sure enough, when Umbridge looked at his parchment, it was smeared so much that you couldn't even make out what was written.

"Well, that certainly is a problem," Umbridge said with a frown.

"I have a pen I can use." Percy offered.

"That will have to suffice," Umbridge said taking the quill from him. Percy got out his pen and started writing. Why did the wizards insist on using such old-fashioned equipment? Many non-magical items are much more convenient to use.

When Percy heard Harry cry out in pain he was surprised, to say the least. Percy was having no problems writing. He looked over and saw a cut on Harry's hand that healed too fast for him to make out what it was. Harry wrote something again and the process repeated itself. Percy looked over at Umbridge. She was just standing there with a smug little grin on her face. Was this a common punishment at Hogwarts? She's practically torturing Harry. This can't be right.

XxxxxxxxX

'What was Jackson doing here?' Umbridge thought after the boys had left. He isn't supposed to be here. She'll have to change her plans now, though once she thought about it; the son of Poseidon could be of some use...