Grandson of Voldemort (On hiatus)

Chapter 7

-=Will's POV=-

I am led to the kitchen of the house where the red-haired lady and someone who seemed to be drowning in pink were arguing. I only understood small parts and weird words. Everyone else was glaring at the pink lady. When she saw me, she gave me a fake smile then pointed at a chair.

"Please sit."

I sat where she told me, and she placed a cup of water on the desk, but it wasn't really water. It smelt like my cabin at camp-the flowers that grew in the cabin, but also antiseptic- what was once homey now felt wrong, too flowery but also so antiseptic my nose burned and eyes watered. Yeah, definitely not water.

"Drink it." She smiles evilly. I shake my head.

"I'm not drinking that."

"Why not?" she asks.

"Can you even smell it?"

Hermione steps in. "It shouldn't smell like anything."

"Mr. Di Angelo, please have it. We will finish quickly." An older lady with glasses that was here last time said.

"Minerva, I thought the boy's name was William Solace." Wait. Minerva is a roman goddess. No, must just be a coincidence.

"Yes, but He is married, we can speak about it later. William, could you..."

I grab the glass and gulp down the small glass. The contents boiled and burnt my throat, but the taste was worse. I can barely describe it. I may have screamed, I can't remember. They were asking questions I couldn't understand-could barely even hear-but I was answering with no problem, even though I couldn't understand what I was saying.

My brain was jumbled, and it only stopped after what felt like forever when there was a knock on the door. Someone, I don't know who, went to open the door. The person came back with a different man that I could recognize. Apollo.

-=Harry's POV=-

Is he supposed to be screaming?

I thought Veritaserum was supposed to have no smell, but why would Will lie about that, and now he's screaming, well, not anymore. Umbridge starts asking questions.

"So, Mr. Solace, Let's go for something simple, how old are you?"

"I turned 21 on March the 22nd"

His eye ere glazed and seemed to look off absentmindedly.

"Before yesterday, did you know about magic?"

"Yes and no, not the magic you seem to use, but maybe a friend met a magician, nobody believes them though, they were nothing like you guys."

"Do you have living family members?"

"I have a lot of half-siblings from my dad's side"

"Would you mention them?"

"Sorry, too many to name already, and a new one probably born twice a year, at least. Glad I moved out of camp."

"Camp, what is it."

"Well, it's a summer camp, but many kids decide to stay year-round, I used to be a year-rounder before I moved to my house, I work at the camp infirmary."

"What is the camp called?"

"Camp Half-Blood." Me and a few others gasped. Professor McGonagall steps in and asks what we had been thinking.

"What does 'half-blood' mean in it?"

"Well, It's half human, half-"

There is a loud knock on the front door interrupting him, I went to open it. While I was gone, they stopped asking questions.

I opened the door to see a handsome young man, probably only a year or so older than me, standing at the door.

"I was sent, here by the ministry to watch Umbridge, may I come in?"

Without thinking I let him in and lead him to the kitchen.

Will looks shocked and whispers so quietly that only me and the man can hear,

"Apollo?"

So, sorry for not updating in a bit, should be back to updating once or twice a week on July 11th. Thanks so much for reading and everything!