⚠️ ::Trigger warning :: ⚠️
Mild to extreme gore will be mentioned-talk of other triggering things such as assault of the sexual kind and torture. With Mild Sexual assault not much-but it's their otherwise.
You've been warned.
Find the next bolder words if you wish to skip. It's a ways down though.

When Percy opened his eyes, he wished he had an ounce of strength to get up and break the glass above him that was vividly real unlike his dreams of it before. His hand pressed against the glass before wincing as he looked down to see him bleeding from the wounds he had acquired. He grunted as he put a hand to it-wishing it to close faster. But they didn't.

The gold ichor, painted him like he was a canvas that needed some pizzazz, he chuckled at his thoughts. Before wincing as he frowned as he felt something impaled in his arm, his eyes blurry but slowly becoming more focused landed on an IV in his arm-but it wasn't. The tube that connected him winded around to outside his glass box, to a machine or something dripping gold into a bag.

He went to take it out but was hit with sudden pain that made him still and arch up with a scream begging to rip it's way out. It wasn't the worst pain he's felt but it was up there.

He breathed heavily as a laugh echoed into the air-gods did he hate that laugh, that familiar laugh that brought on painful memories. His eyes flickered into the direction to meet gold ones his throat vibrates making him realize he was growling.

Dumbledore, the old man possessed by Kronos walked forward with that stupid grandfatherly smile-and Percy realized, technically he was-but also he wished he didn't realize that.

"Good morning." The man crooned as he walked closer. "Feeling okay?"

Narrowing his eyes, Percy didn't say a word as he watched him carefully. Trying to asses his situation-he couldn't use his powers-neither his magic. But if he could gain his strength back...he might be able to get out of there.

"Hmm, it's rude to not answer a question dear boy." The man shook his head as if disappointed.

"And kidnapping someone isn't rude?" He finally snarled out as tongue just couldn't listen to his brain for once. "I mean, sure it's rude-In a normal setting but I think in this one-stuck in here, with my blood being taken, is way ruder. Maybe you should see someone about that melted brain of yours." Percy casually spoke as he leaned back. Not daring to try and take it out, the IV was linked to him by magic, his best bet was to figure out something else to stop them from draining him-he could die if they take to much. He had over 5x more then a regular mortal. Only cause his body can produce as much if needed before he healed.

But not only was his body not healing as well, it was being taken from him.

Dumbledore frowned. "I suppose. Though it doesn't matter." His eyes flashed brighter before turning blue. And he frowned. "You might want to hold your tongue, you won't be punished as much."

"Oh? You going to punish me for being right? Always knew you were a little rule breaker-especially as a teacher." Percy smirked. His eyes glancing as a much more fit male walked in. Way younger then the grey haired male in front of him.

He frowned when he noticed the gold eyes and the smirk on the young face, twisted in an evil way that made Percy's stomach turn.

"What are you doing in young Portley?" Dumbledore frowned as Kronos, in Porteleys body walked forward.

"A little bit of fun. Now go on old man, you have things to do other then pester the young god now don't you?" The deep familiar voice echoed out of the young man. Who he assumed was or used to be a ministry worker, he remembers faintly his face passing through during Sirius' trial.

Percy wondered what he would do as the man walked closer, the cube in which he was in, was in a dark musty cell, little light coming from candles and the small window facing the backside of him. The glass-was special, considering it shimmered like opal when the light hit it or when he touched the side. He could probably stand, but wouldn't be able to stretch out much in it. It was definitely not something that would fit in a dungeon in the style of things.

Porteley leaned on the glass and smirked. Suddenly Percy felt the nausea of being pulled through something and was in an entirely different room. One with only his box in it, but the windows were high and let the afternoon sun blind him until he got used to it.

"You look alot better in gold, and in the proper light of the sun." Kronos spoke as he moved around the cage, his eyes roaming over Percy's disheveled form. "And alot better older then a young child."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Why thank you, I get my looks from my parents-I can't say I got anything from you though. Which I'm happy about. Don't want that skin problem." Percy waved his hand a smile stretching his lips as his eyes met Gold.

The man sneered at him making him look ugly. Evil most the time was. Save for a few.

A knife appeared in his hands, and Percy tried not to show how weary he was of the obviously Greek knife. The metal glinted like the walls of glass. Kronos smirked. "We are going to have some fun."

Percy didn't move even though he wanted to as the glass between him and Kronos disappeared. "I think me and you have very different views on fun, pops." Then he sprang into action, riptide coming out and stopping the knife as he jumped out but gasped as pain fell through-just like when he tried to remove the IV.

Kronos guffawed as he bent down, kicking his sword away as he glared through the pain up at him. "Well, it seems my good friend did a great job at making you weak." His free hand wrapped around Percy's neck and lifted him up and threw him back into his enclosure.

He gasped as he tried to catch his breath-glad the glass box had holes-though he wished he wasn't as weak to die by mortal means. Made it to easy to get close to death. His head banged the ground as his ankle was pulled forward making him slide, he wondered when the blood was all cleaned up.

He went to punch as he felt his legs spread and a body push to get between them. His heart thundered in his chest as he glared firmly up at Kronos-his eyes promising pain he hoped. The position they were in was one that made Percy still and fearful more then he thought possible. He had his share of flings-that never went passed making out. But he'd been in this same spot before.

"Mm, this reaction..." he moved forward and Percy tried to wiggle away, ignoring how close they were. "I see...how exciting." Kronos cackled before he easily-like spearing a marsh mellow with a hot poker-stabbed Percy right through his stomach.

Percy gasped at the intrusion as his had that wasn't being held bruisingly to stop the gurgling blood from exiting. "What the hades do you want from me?!" He growled trying to move away though the pain wasn't very fun.

Grabbing Percy hips another knife impaling Percy's hand causing the boy to focus on that before he screamed in anger when he moved forward causing unwanted friction. Kronos, feeling the sudden power of domination over Percy Jackson, the man who had defeated him years earlier-made him laugh and continue his assault on the much younger god.

"Stop it you-" he screamed when the dagger in his stomach was pushed upwards. He could feel it all shift inside him and tear his skin and organs. His healing process working overtime. A fever was coming on and he wanted to throw up at what the man was doing. His own Grandfather.

"No, Becasue as of now you are my toy-my weapon to make the wizards under my control stronger-you're not going anywhere. And I'm going to make you regret ever living while you're in my care." Kronos addressed as his hands messed with the pajama pants lowering past his hips ever slowly. Slapping Percy with another twist of a knife, or another one piercing him.

The gold of his ichor drenching them turning dry as it went on.

Percy wondered how long he'd be held there, how long he'd have to live through it-because he wasn't even sure he could live with himself after this.

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I hate writing stuff like that-reason why it's taken a minute to update since I last did-but for the story and way I want to go it happens-now to the rest of the story.

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"I don't plan to go back to school." Harry huffed as he drank his milk, it was breakfast. And he was staying at the Malfoys, considering they had a good point that Dumbledore could easily get Harry there-at least here under the care of Toms subordinates and so on he was safe.

At least Severus and Tom hoped.

"What? You need to finish your education." Severus frowned as he looked over at Harry, sitting across from Draco who had massive bruise along his nose and eyes. But would be fine in a day or two.

"And I will, but I am not going back to that school without my Dad, and with Dumbledore being reinstated as Headmaster. I have friends that can keep an eye on the old fart from there for me. I can self study, but my first priority is figuring out where my dad is. It's been weeks and we still don't have a trace other then a titan or primordial has a hand in his kidnapping.  Maybe even both. You don't have any say in it." Harry glowered trying to keep his anger in check, knowing the man just worried millions times more now that he remembered-and had failed once already at protecting him.

"He may be suspicious if you don't Harry." Tom spoke softly as he watched the two carefully. "I understand that you don't want to-but what if you do get closer to Dumbledore-what if you become the inside man?" Snape glared at him but he put a hand up, he knew-and he didn't want to suggest it either but...it would benefit all of them.

And Harry was listening. "Doesn't he have legelmens? Or whatever."

"As long as you don't look directly in his eyes you'll be fine. As well as we can teach you Oculmency to better protect you before school starts." He replied feeling slightly accomplished. But also more stressed as the feeling of the weight on his shoulder grew heavier.

Biting his lip Harry sighed. "Alright, teach me then."

Later that night, Harry was looking out on the well maintained lands, his mind a mess but he prayed.

Dad, wherever you are-know that we're going to find you....

And somewhere curled up in a glass box, Percy smirked, knowing without a doubt he would be found he could only hope it was soon. For now he was just happy to hear his sons voice. Percy then closed his eyes to try and gain his strength. He knows he'll need it.

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