Chapter 1: The look alike

Voldemort's POV

I was walking along with my death eaters looking for Harry Potter, again. We had been walking for hours when my death eaters started to complain.

"My Lord, I'm tired." Complained Wormtail. I sighed impatiently.

"Wormtail, we have only been out five hours you act like we've been out for five and a half hours or something." I said in a matter of fact tone.

Then Bellatrix spoke up. "My Lord, I'm tired too." She seemed willing to kill anyone to get to a lemonade stand.

"Fine, we'll get a drink at that bar thing over there." I said. All of my death eaters gawked at me then Bellatrix then me again.

"What?" We both demanded. They all took one step back.

"We have been asking for hours to stop and you say yes to Bellatrix?" They all said.

"Yes, there are only two people I listen to. One, Bellatrix. Two, Narcissa. She scares me in a way none of you could ever comprehend." Wormtail raised his hand.

"You mean in a motherly way, My Lord?" He asked cautiously. I began to walk to the bar.

"Shut up, Wormtail." I said quietly. Wormtail tried to suppress a giggle. We walked inside and saw that the bar was full. So instead we had to find a table.

After one long minute of the hostess staring where my nose should have been, she gave us a table. We were right by a window overlooking a beautiful sight. A burning building and death, ah my favorite.

We were just about to order when I saw the most heavenly thing in the world. Harry Potter, sitting one table over, right behind me, where I could stab him or something.

It was strange though, he was not sitting with his regular crew. He was sitting with an intelligent looking blonde girl, to replace the annoying other smart girl, and boy with dark skin wearing a baseball cap to cover his curly dark hair, to replace his other sidekick, the freckly red headed boy.

I slowly picked up my knife and turned ever so slightly to look at them. I raised the knife, ready to stab him when the girl noticed. Her eyes widened, she had startling grey eyes, and she kind of reminded me of the Greek goddess, Athena.

"Percy! Look out behind you!" She yelled. Potter turned quickly and jumped out of the way like a professional. Since when could Potter do that?

They all got up and began to run away. I had to walk over Wormtail and Luscious to get out from the table. I ran outside after them.

"Harry Potter, wait! I have to kill you!" I yelled to them. They yelled back something like, "I'm not Potter!" but I was probably wrong.

I had chased them for a good eleven blocks before they stopped and turned. They had some sort of bronze weapons or some other metal, I'm not good at remembering that kind of stuff. Potter did not, he had a pen.

"What do you want?" Yelled Potter. I have to admit he looked a little different. He still had green eyes and messy dark hair, but something was definitely different. I know it was the glasses! He wasn't wearing them.

They were all wearing orange T-shirts that read "Camp Half-Blood" on them.

"You left Hogwarts to join a camp for Half-Bloods? You're not even a Half-Blood!" I said to him. He glared at me then held up his pen. He uncapped it, and it turned into a full sized bronze sword with Greek writing on it.

"I'm not Harry Potter, I'm Percy Jackson!" He yelled at me. I stared at him blankly for a moment then my eyes widened.

"Oh my god! You joined a colt! For Half-Bloods and changed your name! Why Harry, why?" I yelled. He aimed his sword at me and swung. I just nearly dodged.

"Ah! Death eaters, run! They have shiny pointy objects!" I yelled at my death eaters, just now finding me.

They looked at Potter and his friends and they ran too. I think Potter lost interest, because he didn't even chase me. Maybe he left the whole killing his parents thing behind when he joined a colt.