James Potters Nephew

And sold!

Percy's POV. 

When I was four Smelly Gabe had killed my mother. He was so drunk and he beat her to death. Then a Man came in a suit. I thought he was going to arrest Gabe but instead, he grabbed me and put me in a car. 

He drove for a while and took me out and drag me into this old factory looking place. A string that had a board at the end said some number. I was dragged onto the stage. The man started speaking and people hold their hand up at numbers. I was dragged back off the stage and a man paid the guy and dragged me away giving the plaque back to the guy. I was put in a car with the man and I was shaking looking at the man with fear. I didn't understand what was going on. 

"Do you know your name?" He asked me. 

I nodded. 

"Well? What is it?" He asked. 

"Perseus Jackson, mister." I said. 

"I'll be changing that. How old are you? When's your birthday?" He asked. 

"Four, August 18th." I said with a little bit of difficulty saying the words. 

"Do you know what happened?" He asked. 

I shook my head no. 

"You were sold to me. I bought you because you are the age my wife was looking for. You see our son died in an accident. She wants a child and I am providing that." He said. 

The car pulled to a stop and they got to a business building. 

"Come along now." He said. I followed him inside the building and he paid a man and I was groomed and told to smile for the camera. I thought of my mom and smiled and the man smiled and the other guy took the picture. The man that bought me was signing some forms. The guy handed him a small blue book, a bluish tinted paper. He held my hand and took me back to the car and fiddled with the hem of the sweater vest. 

"Stop fidgeting will you?" He said. 

"I can't help it. I was born with it." I said with a small whimper.  He studied me a little bit. 

"We'll get that checked out." He said. I bowed my head and tried to stay still the best I could. 

The car stopped once again and we got out and we were beside a plane. Handed the man the papers and looked through them and nodded. We were let into the plane.  he put my seatbelt on and I was clutching the armrests hard.

"It's going to be okay George." He said. 

"Get some rest." He said. 

I close my eyes and I can feel the stress of the day dull me to sleep.