Grandson of Voldemort (On hiatus)

Chapter 5

-=Will's POV=-

"Took you long enough," Nico said, smiling.

"Well, I'm not a Hermes kid, I can't just snap my fingers and I unlock a door."

"That's not how it works." He jokes.

I look at the room he is in. Harry was right, it was much cleaner and even had a bigger bed. I laid down on it.

"Will, get off my bed." Nico sighs when I don't move and lays down beside me. I put my arm over him, and he leans his head against my chest, and we stay in that position till we fall asleep.

"How did you get in here!" Hermione shouts, waking us up. Nico and I both glare at her. 'Well?" she asks.

"You left us here." Nico lied, curling into me more.

"No, we didn't." Ron said from the doorway.

"It doesn't matter" Harry said from behind the two, "Mrs. Weasley had to leave early so I'm making breakfast."

"I'll do it." I offer, trying to seem polite, making them trust me would be a good idea since I was staying here.

"No" Nico and Ron say at the same time, Nico continued his statement "Will, as much as I love you, you're a terrible cook, I'll do it."

Thirty minutes later everyone left in the house was at the table. I learned that the other's names were Percy, Charlie, Ginny, Bill and Fleur. Bill, Fleur and Charlie were apparently visiting. I also noticed that George was missing an ear, I guess I didn't notice it before because it looked minor from what I saw at camp.

"Here you go," Nico says, handing out pancakes. He brought ours last and sat in the seat beside me. Everyone started eating except for Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

"It's actually quite good" George pointed out; he had almost finished it.

"I'm not eating food made by him." He pointed at Nico, "He probably poisoned it."

"Of course, he didn't." Fleur said in a slight French accent.

Nico smiles lightly and looks at me. "I mean, I always thought people would hate me for my parentage, but I never thought they would hate me for yours." I wince. "Sorry about that." "It's fine, I'm done, meet me in the sitting room?"

"Okay."

I get up after I finish my food and start walking past the stairs when I hear screeching. H

"Half-bloods, mud-bloods and muggles in MY HOUSE!" It shouted, then it let out a bunch of creative swears. I looked at where it was coming, it had a blanket draped over it. I took a small knife that I always kept on me, since you never know when a monster attack will happen. They seemed to have missed it when searching me. I pointed it at the thing and take the blanket revealing a...

Painting?

It was a painting of a lady glairing at me. Then it spoke.

"Filthy son of a filthy squib, disgusting mix between muggle and wizard. Husband of a disgusting, filthy mugg-"

Before I could think the portrait was on the floor, torn to shreds, steaming at the edges, like poison had cut it and not my knife. Then Harry, Ron, and Hermione came in, followed by Nico from the other side.

"Finally. Do you think, now that the painting is gone, we can move the frame?" Harry asked, looking at the picture which was now seeming to be melting away.

Hermione and Ron were staring at me and didn't answer. I sigh and place the knife on the floor, then make my way to the sitting room with Nico.

I don't own the video at the top, I just really liked it. Happy Pride Month! (I forgot to say that in the last chapter) Thanks to everyone who's reading this!