Voldemort's Grandson { Discontinued }

Chapter II

Harry's p.o.v.
I was having a great time playing quidditch with Ron, Fred, George and Ginny. I liked Ginny but I was too nervous to admit my feelings for her. She'd probably slap me and I would lose even the friendship that we had.

Last year I had lost my Godfather Sirius in the department of mysteries. He had been killed by his own cousin Bellatrix Lestrange boy was she was going to pay.

Back to reality. My hand was about two feet away from the snitch when I heard a crack sound nearby. Someone had apparated to the burrow. Curiosity got the better of me and so I immediately landed and dismounted my broom. Without wasting another moment, I walked into the living room to find Professor Dumbledore sitting on the armchair by the fire next to Mrs. Weasley.

"Good evening Harry. how has summer been do far?" He asked. His tone was light enough but a look of worry was etched on his face. "It was fine professor" I replied. "What brings you here?" I asked curiously.

"Molly, could you excuse us for a minute? " He asked. Mrs. Weasley nodded and left the room. "Harry, as you know Voldemort is growing stronger as we sit here and talk. It is becoming difficult to trust anybody now as even our allies are turning into our enemies. What the world doesn't know is that he has a grandson" he said slowly. I sat quietly for a moment too shocked to reply and then I screeched. "What the hell! How is that possible? Who is the grandmother? I thought Voldemort was-" he cut me off with a raised hand.

"Harry we don't know anything much yet. All we know is that his name his Perseus Jackson and he is extremely powerful. We will be going to meet him now." he said. I just nodded. I was mad at Voldemort for killing my parents but I decided not to judge this Perseus guy based on his family. Based on persons experience I knew exactly what it felt like to be unfairly judged but that didn't mean I wasn't suspicious. If I found out that he was even remotely like his grandfather, I was going to bludger him to death.

"Now hold onto my arm tightly. We"ll be apparating to New York in America." America huh? So that's where this guy lived. I gripped his arm tightly and we disappeared with a crack. When we reappeared in front of an apartment I felt like I'd forgotten my stomach on the way. Dumbledore knocked on the door and about a minute late it opened revealing a lady in her forties with brown hair and warm blue eyes.

"Hello there. I'm Sally Blofis. How can I help you?" She asked politely. With a jolt I realised that this lady in front of me was Voldemort's daughter. When we had got here I expected to see a woman who looked like a hag and had slits for a nose, but I was greeted by someone who reminded me a lot of Mrs. Weasley.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Blofis. I'm Albus Dumbledore and I was wondering if I could talk to your son Perseus. "He isn't at home right now but I can call him if you want. Please come inside" she said as she stepped aside to let us in.

I wanted to hate this woman but I just couldn't get myself to do it. She seemed so warm and nice. When I walked inside I caught a whiff of chocolate chip cookies. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out " Are those cookies I smell?" She chuckled and said " Of course dear. Would you like some? " I nodded. The aroma was simply irresistible.

She went into the kitchen and was back in about two minutes with a tray loaded with BLUE cookies. "Help yourselves" she said and walked out of the room. I immediately dug in, stuffing my face as they were heavenly.

Sally's p.o.v

I went into my bedroom and im'ed Chiron using a drachma Percy had given me. "Camp half blood, Chiron" I said. I saw Chiron sitting in his wheelchair talking to a new camper. "Chiron could you please ask Percy to come home ASAP? " He nodded and I cut the connection and went back outside to talk to the guests.

Harry's p.o.v

Dumbledore and I were just talking to Mrs. Blofis when the the doorknob turned and somebody walked in.

The stranger was about six foot three inches tall, he was well built, lean. He had jet black hair like me, sea green eyes that would make any girl swoon. His eyes held power, pain, playfulness and sadness as well. He looked like a professional model. Even though I had never met him before I was pretty sure about not wanting this guy as my enemy. And I immediately knew who he was and why Voldemort would want him.

He was Perseus Jackson, grandson of Lord Voldemort. He had a strong aura of power surrounding him. No wonder Voldemort wanted this guy.

He looked rather confused though. Can't say I blame him, I mean even I would find it pretty weird if I walked in to find two strangers in the living room.

He was about to open his mouth to speak but Dumbledore beat him to it. "Hello Perseus. I am Albus Dumbledore and this is Harry Potter " he said as he pointed towards himself and the towards me.