Percy's Prefect // Percy Weasley

Chapter Three : Busy, Busy Day

Y/n's POV:

I was awoken to the golden sunlight beaming in my face, the brightness bringing tears to my eyes. I scrunched up my eyes, hopeing that it would block some of the light from my vision but (spoiler alert) it didn't.

I groaned in frustration and rolled over to the other side of the bed, only to have a pair of hands shake me awake. "Bloody hell Y/n get up! We have to go to Diagon Alley soon." The voice spoke.

"Oh Merlin's beard, fine!" I shouted angrily and rolled out of bed.

"Someone's in a mood." George rolled his eyes and opened the curtains.

"I'm just not a morning person, ok? Especially when I'm woke up at bloody 7 in the morning!" I faced the clock and groaned. I then pulled some clothes out of my trunk and put together an outfit for Diagon Alley.

"Ahhh. I see you've managed to finally wake up Sleeping Beauty." Fred walked into the spare room that I was staying in and lent on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Bloody Gits. Get out, I'm trying to get changed and I can't do it when you're here!" I shooed them out.

"Just call us if you want us to stay." He winked.

"Merlin! Get out!" I pushed them out the door and slammed it shut behind them. I heard them snicker and walk away.

I locked it behind me and got changed into the most comfortable thing I owned that was still 'socially acceptable' to wear it public. I really just wanted to be able to wear my pajamas but, of course, that wouldn't work.

I un-locked the door once again with Y/o/n in her cage and walked down the steps to the lounge with supplies in hand. Y/o/n hooted in her cage and tried breaking free by nibbling on the metals bars. I shushed her and sneakily handed her a peice of bread to fully quieten her down. She snatched it out of my hands and began eating.

"Bloody hell, alright you're hungry." I grabbed more prices of bread and toast, praying that it would be enough for her right now, and placed them in her cage.

I had helped myself to some of the food Mrs. Weasley had left out for us to eat for breakfast and hummed a Muggle tune under my breath.

"What are you humming?" Harry entered the kitchen.

"Oh it's just a Muggle song I like called 'Dandilions' by Ruth B." I answered simply. "Have you ever heard it before?"

"I think so but I'm not exactly sure. The only time I ever got to listen to music was when the Dursley's would accasionally turn on the radio." He shrugged.

"Yeah, I know, Fred told me everything after Dinner last night. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. If I could, I would obliviate them!" I said the last part jokingly, but he knew I would do it if I had to.

Harry gave me a solomon smile. "Oh come here." I opened my arms for him and he fell right into my embrace. I didn't let go, but neither did he. After a couple seconds I heard him sniffing slightly but I didn't pull away even then. I continued to hold him while he sobbed into my chest and I was rubbing his back soothingly.

After about five minutes, he pulled away and tried to wipe away his tears. "I'm sorry." His wispered.

"What are you apologizing for? It's perfectly normal to cry especially after everything you've been through. In fact, it's better that you did instead of bottling it up." I gave him a smile.

"Hey are you guys- oh Harry dear, what's wrong?" Molly interuppted her own sentence when she saw Harry's red, puffy eyes and swollen cheeks that where streamed with tears.

"It's alright now Molly." I turned to her and gave her a rather akward smile. I nudged Harry in the ribs again and said, "but hey, if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where to find me. And never be afraid to owl me either." I brought my bag and Y/o/n in her cage to the fireplace.

"Hey is uh- Harry alright?" Percy walked over and shyly asked me.

"Yes. Everything's better now."

He nodded and slowly walked back to Molly.

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