Different Worlds (Harry Potter | Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 20: Captured

NOTE: Thank you for all the votes, guys. It's been really amazing. Haha :) Anyway, here's Chapter 20 for you. This chapter may reveal a lot. And I may have gotten a name from Attack on Titan (for those who are watching).

Sorry for the long wait, by the way.

Disclaimer: There are some parts in this chapter which I got from the Goblet of Fire. I'd just like to remind you that I don't own any of the Harry Potter or Percy Jackson characters. All credits go to J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan.

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*Little Hangleton*

~Shadow's POV~

Little Hangleton looks like a pretty normal town to me. Townspeople everywhere, laughter, children; everything was pretty average, nothing suspicious.

At least that was during the day.

As the afternoon passes by, the people around start decreasing and decreasing and decreasing. And once nightfall strikes, the place is pretty much a ghost town. Sure, the houses were lively in the inside, but their windows were shut, curtains covering them, and the doors locked.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I walked slowly along the road, guard up. A gust of wind kissed my cheek, leaving a scar on my flesh. I didn't feel the pain, though. The scar throbbed and let out my scarlet blood. Hearing a loud thump behind me, I swiftly turned my neck to the back, anticipating someone, or worse, something.

No one. Nothing. Just a ball of crumpled paper on the edge of the sidewalk. This made my senses sharper than before because I doubt a ball of crumpled paper can cause such a loud thump.

I used my black cloack to wipe the dripping blood and moved on, walking as slowly as I can, feeling every move, listening to every sound, and eyeing everything in sight. Just as I was starting to relax and adjust to what I need to do, a drop of water made contact with my head. Soon, more drops of water came.

Rain.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, putting on the hoodie of my cloak. Considering the dark alleys, dangerous silence, and suicidal mission, rain was the last thing I needed. I ran to a near by shade and sat down on the wooden bench. I shivered and used a spell to warm myself. The rain was icy cold. As I exhale, fog comes out of my mouth. Man, winter here must be terrible.

The rain stopped after about twenty minutes. I stood up and headed forward to the hill overlooking Little Hangleton. That's where it is. The Riddle House.

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I stood on a hill overlooking the village, staring at the old, abandoned manor house before me. Some of its windows were boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.

Tch. 'UNOCCUPIED'.

Walking in slowly and trying to avoid the holes on the unstable, wooden floor, I successfully sneak in. Actually, the term 'sneak' doesn't really fit. I just walked and didn't make a sound. Something must be up here. There should have been guards outside. Then again, they wouldn't want any Muggles to get suspicious and get the Wizard and Witch news reporters to put anything mysterious about the house on the newspaper. If Voldemort was really here, then his followers are somewhere on the ground floor, guarding the door. Voldemort wouldn't need them to protect him with his level of power.

Suddenly, an idea struck me like Cupid struck lovers with his arrows.

He would need them to protect him, wherever Voldemort is, if Voldemort isn't completely developed, like, he's not as strong as he was before. 'Yet,' a nagging voice at the back of my mind said. I ignored it and continued thinking. And as to where Voldemort is, he must be in the heart of this manor, where he is safest.