3rd Person P.O.V.

All his life have been full of lies. Many people just cast his name aside as a snobby annoying rich kid. They didn't bother to see him, the real him, and try to get close... but he's used to it now. They don't matter he learned that throughout his years. He knew what he had to do and why he was here for. His dull grey eyes ran through the room, taking in the silence of the lonely mansion. Lucius and Narcissa where away doing things, that he didn't care for. They always left him alone anyways, the only company he had were the house elves, but they where always busy with the mansion to be with him.

He clutched the necklace he had two small beans in it. One was black the other one light blue. He sighed and and looked at work load his tutor left for him. He missed camp already, he wasn't claimed yet, but he can only hope that hopefully in the future he'll be. The only reason he was able to go to camp, was when he was found by a satyr named Lucas, when he tried to run away from the mansion. He spend the summer there, but headed back shortly after. Then he discovered that both Lucius and Narcissa didn't noticed he was gone. They where 'busy' and went out of the country to attend to matters at France. After that they told him he'll start his education with different tutors and will have a schedule and vacations like they do in Hogwarts. Most importantly he'll learn the proper ways of pure bloods and how to be an extraordinary heir. Even if he wasn't blood related to them at all, they said it's the least he could do for them for taking him out of that place. He didn't like the idea but hey beggars can't be choosers.

He tsk his tongue and started to work on his work load. The faster he finished the better chance he had to work on controlling his curse. He needed to try to stop his curse from acting up when he touched things. He needed to control it before the Malfoy's found out about his "ability." He needed to control it before he hurts somebody again. He can't wear the gloves Chiron have to him all the time, people will think it's weird and they'll know somethings not right with him. He wrote his last sentence on the parchment and putted his quill on the ink sack. He organized his work and left the library.

On his way to the graden he spotted an odd figure sitting on the grass. Their back facing him, he could feel a magical aura coming from the person. He stopped once he was behind them and kneeled. " Lady Hecate, what can I can i do for you?" He asked. He could imagine the goddess smile and faces him. "I have a quest for you young Demi-God." Hecate smiled.

oOo

He's quest started the day after, he must protect or get close to Harry Potter and help him get strong until the time comes. When he must face against Voldemort. He was the only Demi-God that had wizard blood within him. He had to do this alone and he'll have to die if it means completing it. And alone he shall be...after all who'll care about the 'son' of a death eater?