Percy Jackson - His Mother's Side

Finally! Finally Something Actually Happens!

Holy crabs.

Guys I am so sorry.

It's been over a month since I updated.

I am such a pile of schist.

I'm sorry.

But here's the chapter! I'll make something actually happen now!

Oh, and for those of you who found it stupid or worried, Kronos being Big V's granddaddy doesn't matter much. But it will have a slight effect on the battle at the ministry.

3rd POV (I was going to do first, and then I started writing and it was third. Whoops)

These rainbow turtles were annoying the schist out of Percy.

"Voldemort" this and "family" that. Did they not understand that already knew Voldemort was his grandfather and that he didn't care? Or that maybe he only cared that he defeated Voldemort? Seriously, for turtles that were like Dory, he was really starting to see too much of a resemblance for his sanity.

Percy absentmindedly wondered if he's ever get to meet Dory. Then he shook his head and carried on.

The cavern seemed to never end. He'd been traveling with those Dory-turtles for what felt like days, and he was sick of them. How did their father stand them?

Or maybe, the twisted part of Percy's brain thought, he can't stand them. And that's why the old turtle sent the babies to Percy.

Percy shook his head yet again. Bad Percy, he chided himself. Don't think like that. Parents love their children.

He had an unbidden, quick flash of Kronos eating his kids, but shook that away as well.

Bad Percy, he told himself again. Maybe these turtles were starting to wear on his sanity, after all.

After what felt like twenty more minutes of walking, Percy saw a slight change in the distance.

Excited, he quickened his stride, fully ignoring the little, tiny turtles calling for him to wait up. This is what he was searching for! Percy knew it.

Percy arrived at the location he saw the change. It was lit, but not like what you might see with a lightbulb. More of the glow you'd see if you shined a flashlight through a layer of cloth.

There was something back there.

Hurriedly, Percy dug around, trying his best to find something, anything that would let him into whatever was back there. He subconsciously noticed the tiny turtles doing the same, but they were unable to lift the weight, so they just toppled over onto their backs. They took turns helping each other back up.

After shifting close to fifteen almost-boulders, Percy found what he was looking for.

Well, not exactly what he was looking for. More of a something he knew would be there, yet still didn't know exactly what it would be when he found it.

There was a small, flat and smooth surface on the cavern's floor. It looked almost see-through, and had two small indentions in the middle. There was a swirling pattern that wrapped around the two indentions, almost as if it was trying to connect them, yet the swirl didn't want to touch them.

And then there was a knife.

Located at the very top of the surface, was an emblemed knife. The designs were hard for Percy to decipher, but he understood most of it.

It was the carved version of his dream about Voldemort's heritage. It showed all the way into the Gaunt family's past, right to the beginning of the line, starting with Salazar Slytherin himself.

How all that fit on a knife handle, Percy would never know.

But Percy did know one thing.

He was supposed to put blood, his blood, into the small indentions. Only when both were full, would the entrance to the sacred room be opened.

It was a test. A test of blood rights. Percy intended to pass.

Kneeling on the floor, Percy grabbed the knife. He knew a cut to his finger wouldn't bleed enough to fill both, or even one of the indentions. But anywhere else, and he might not survive the blood loss.

Wrist was out of the question. Annabeth would think something other than what Percy was actually doing, and he couldn't have that. And he could die if he cut the wrong area. Not worth it.

No way would his leg bleed enough. Those cuts closed up pretty fast all the time.

Percy's toe would just be weird.

He didn't want to cut his face.

The one place Percy could think of, was a place he knew would hurt. But it would also bleed long enough to fill the indentions.

Percy took the knife and cut his palm. Biting back a noise, he grimaced as he put it over the first hole.

An annoying amount of time later, Percy moved his hand to the other hole. The blood was slowing, but not enough to hinder the speed of the fill completely.

Finally, both were filled and Percy wrapped his bloody palm in his shirt. He'd deal with the cut later.

Percy waited. He had a feeling that this part tested his patience and his desire. That's what the whole cavern had done. Tested him to see how much he truly wanted this. The test to enter was the same.

Percy was ready this time. He sat down and waited.

He fell asleep after five minutes.

Slowly, Percy woke up from his impromptu nap, and looked around. The door had been opened.

Apparently, Percy thought, grinning, you can nap your way to victory. Nice.

Percy walked up to the entrance, took a deep breath, and entered the last step of his long and boring journey.

There was on one thing Percy really noticed when he walked in. Sure, there was a lot of stuff, but he had eyes only for the large wooden chest in the corner of the room.

Percy walked over and opened it.

Far away from China's Great Wall and his grandson, Voldemort felt a pull on his soul.

Uh oh.

A little over a thousand words. How's that for my "I'm so sorry that I am awful about updates" apology?

Thanks so much for reading!!!

Love y'all

Samigirl