Hermione Granger never liked surprises as she always knew things. But still, she was surprised when she saw Harry, Ron and Percy coming down the stairs together, laughing at some random joke. Hermione wanted them not to judge Percy blindly, but she never expected this, not even in her weirdest dreams.

As they came down Harry told her that, Percy wasn't who he expected him to be and he was nice. Harry told them about Percy's dream and Hermione was absolutely disturbed. But she knew it wasn't all. She too had felt the power radiating from Percy and it was no shocker Voldemort wanted him.

Word traveled really quick in the castle. She could see the glares Percy was getting from fellow Gryffindors and the confused stares directed at the trio. Percy was nervously playing with his pen and she knew that he was aware of the glares.

The atmosphere wasn't different during the breakfast, as everyone was curious to take a look at the dark lord's grandson.

Hermione was sure, she couldn't stand these many glares, but Percy didn't even waver. After the breakfast gave us our schedules and Hermione was curious about Percy's as he had no OWLs. He had Charms, Defense against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration and Ancient runes.

She and Percy went to the Ancient runes classroom and professor told them that, they will be studying about ancient Greece and Rome this year. Hermione noticed Percy's sudden interest and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm really interested in Greek history." shrugged Percy. Hermione didn't know why he said history and not mythology.

Percy was muttering answers near her, but never aloud as he didn't want anymore attention.

"Can anyone say who threw Hephaestus off Olympus?"

"Zeus" she answered and Percy muttered something about stupid mortals at her answer. This wasn't the first time; he had muttered things when they discussed Circe and Prometheus. Hermione didn't like the way he looked at professor with a funny expression as if he was enjoying some inside joke.

After the class they went to Gryffindoor common room. Harry and Ron were there waiting for them. Hermione's mind did a tap dance as she saw Ron. He and Harry were discussing about Quidditch. She expected him to be selected, as she knew it was his dream.


Percy's mom was shocked to know about her evil father, who she never even knew existed. He had also contacted Annabeth and both of them told him to be safe and he wasn't so sure of that. Even if he hadn't known these people for long he wanted to help them. And he doesn't think it is going to be that easy.

They reluctantly left for the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom four floors below. The classroom door opened as she spoke, and Snape stepped into the
corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy black hair. Silence fell over the queue immediately.

Nobody spoke as they settled down, looking around at the shadowy, gruesome pictures.

"I have not asked you to take out your books," said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of "Confronting the Faceless'' back into her bag and stowed it under her chair.

"I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention."

His black eyes roved over their upturned faces, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on Percy's than anyone else's.

Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. "The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating and indestructible."

Okay, Percy could imagine dark arts as a hydra.

Percy knew Snape's eyes always coming back to him as they spoke. He could see the look of pure loathing on his face as he looked at Percy. Percy knew he was a follower of Voldemort, so he didn't get the reason behind the look, maybe because he hasn't joined Voldemort.

He set off again around the other side of the classroom toward his desk, and again, they watched him as he walked, his dark robes billowing behind

"You are, I believe, complete novices in the use of nonverbal spell. What is the advantage of a nonverbal spell?"
Hermione's hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, "Very
well - Miss Granger?"

"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform," said Hermione, "which gives you a split-second advantage."

"An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six," said Snape dismissively (over in the corner, Malfoy sniggered), "but correct in essentials."

"You will now divide," Snape went on, "into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on.

Percy was paired with Hermione and he was tensed. He didn't know any spells and also whether Achilles heal worked on spells.

"I know you don't know any spells. Just try to say Expelliarmus calm and focused, and don't worry, I won't hex you." Hermione said.

Many people were merely whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud. Snape swept between them as they practiced, looking just as much like an overgrown bat as ever, lingering to watch Hermione simply waving her wand at Percy.

"Pathetic, Granger," said Snape, after a while. "Here - let me show you-" He turned his wand on Percy so fast that Percy reacted instinctively; all thought of nonverbal spells forgotten, he yelled, "Expelliarmus!"

Snape's wand flew out of his hands and everyone looked at him.

"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Jackson?"

"But he is new, he knew no spells and you should know that." Harry said.

"New student or not I'm supposed to teach everyone not just old ones. You should do what I say if you wish to survive these dark days."

"I don't want to study anything from a spy to Voldemort." Percy Yelled. Snape was trembling with anger.

"Jackson, who is a spy is definitely a question here and I guess it can be can be solved if you could please pull up your sleeve and show us all, what is that black colored mark on your arm."

Percy was terrified would be an understatement. Harry Potter's friendship with him had made him a lot of friends in his house within hours. He was positive that the mist will make the legion mark appear as dark mark. But he had no other choice. He pulled up his sleeve and gasps were heard all over the room. And his fellow Gryffindors had a look that told him that they were ashamed of him.

He, Percy Jackson, the Most loyal hero of the century, was a traitor or so they thought.


Ronald Bilius Weasly was wrong again. At first he had thought that Percy Jackson, grandson of you know who was a death eater. But one night was all it took to change it and now just a few hours had made him change his decision back to the first one.

As the class ended Percy had strode out of the room to God knows where. He didn't know why, but Harry had run after him and obviously himself and Hermione had to go with him. Harry told him he will be near the lake and he was right.

Percy was sad and furious, Ron was afraid about the lake churning over. Somehow he knew it was Percy and he was powerful.

Harry walked to Percy even though they said not saw that he was looking at the mark and it was not the Dark mark, it was a mark with letters SPQR and a trident above it.

"But, how is this possible..? I could have sworn that I saw Dark Mark on your arm." Hermione asked.

"It was the mist." And Percy explained what felt like a fictional story to them. Ron couldn't believe that he was sitting next to a practically immortal godling. But it explained the power. And Hermione had that "why didn't I thought of this" look on her face.

Ron was ashamed of what he had thought about Percy. But they still didn't know what to say to others.

"We could tell them it was forced." said Hermione, she always had answers.

It wasn't a perfect excuse but it was the best they had.

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"So you are pretty damn sure that Snape is working for "You know who"…? Ron had doubted it for years, but every time he was proved wrong.

"Yes, I'm sure. He was there in my dream, with Voldemort. He caught me spying." Ron didn't ask what happened next because Percy's eyes told him that it was horrible.

They spent all their free time teaching essential spells to Percy and he was found pretty much skilled. And they also found out that his iron skin saved him from all those spells which attacked him physically.

Now they weren't three but four. Four wasn't usual and so where they. They were unique.