Harry's POV
“This Order of the Phoenix meeting has come to an order,” Dumbledore says loudly. I was sitting in an Order of the Phoenix meeting, one of the first ones I was allowed to attend since joining the Order. “Now it has come to our attention that Voldemort might not be the only Dark Lord,” Dumbledore begins. “In recent light of events, we have found out that Voldemort had a daughter, a Squib by the name of Sally Jackson or Riddle, and a grandson, Perseus Jackson or Riddle, Perseus appears to have some sort of powers. Now from what we have gathered Perseus has gone through six different schools in the past six years. He is now enrolled in a college in California. Sally appears to have married twice and has two children, Estelle Blofis and Perseus Jackson. Percy is not blood-related to either of these men.” Damn, this Perseus person seemed like a lot of trouble. I didn’t want to meet him, he was probably as dark as his grandad.
“So, what are we going to do about him?” Sirius asked. “Well, we must bring him here and enroll him in Hogwarts, try and get him on our side before it’s too late,” Dumbledore responds. “It might already be too late,” I say. “Yeah, I agree,” said Ron. “How can we trust a descendant of Voldemort?” “Most people here will be way more powerful than an untrained wizard,” Hermione responds. “Yes, and I will be taking Sirius and Harry with me to get him, meeting adjourned,” Dumbledore says. Great, I got to see this boy up close and convince Dumbledore to bring him to Azkaban immediately.
The Next Day
I woke up around 8 o’clock and, after getting dressed, headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen/dining room I saw that Sirius, Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were already there. “Dumbledore said he’d be here in an hour,” Sirius said when he saw me. I smile before grabbing some eggs and bacon. I was not looking forward to meeting the daughter and grandson of Voldemort. “Do I have to go?” I ask. “Yes, Professor Dumbledore thought it would be best,” Mrs. Weasley says. I finish eating then go back upstairs to grab my wand.
When I get downstairs, I see Dumbledore and Sirius waiting at the front door. “Ah, Harry, good for you to join us,” Dumbledore says. “Are you ready?” “Yes Sir,” I responded. We walk out on a warm summer day. I grab Dumbledore’s arm and soon feel the sensation of apparating, almost like being sucked into a tube.
We end up in a city that reminds me of New York. “Where exactly are we going?” I ask. “Somewhere near the Queensboro Bridge,” Dumbledore responds before walking off in that direction.
“I believe this is it,” Dumbledore says after a short walk. We walk into the building and up a flight of stairs. Sirius knocked on a door that had the number 305 over to the side. We heard shuffling on the other side before a more muscular version of myself opened the door. He looked wary and asked, “And you are?”
