The Boy That Spoke Snake

Problems with Heritage (Chapter 10)

Problems with Heritage (Chapter 10)

{Ayo, I'm writing this as we're finishing the previous chapter so we don't get distracted again. I'm just wanting to do something productive so I'll be (hopefully) writing more of this chapter, hence the bad parts. Cya) {Lol, I'll probably take over like I usually do cuz I'm a control freak} Audrey woke up, I'll just... be here now. [Hai guys!] {Jay?!?!?!?! You're alive?!?!?!?!} [My doofus of a boyfriend forgets everything when he's playing with my hair. Which he does a lot. *swats hand away* Stop it!] {Audrey! Hello! I haven't seen you in ages!} [Oh hey Gh0stie! I'm just here. Don't mind me.] Why can't I play with your hair though :( {Because you are not worthy of her fabulous, luscious hair} But it's so sproingyyyyyy {What's going on here XD} {NOT WORTHY}

{Contrary to the first sentence... we got distracted.}

Percy POV (again)

Together, Professor McGonagall and I took a brisk walk to The Headmaster's Tower. She didn't follow me up the spiral stairs that led to his office, though, which I guess was fine, since this was probably going to be a lecture about what we had spoken about earlier. You know, the "laying low" bit that I failed miserably at. I didn't necessarily want anyone to witness me being chewed out by the headmaster.

Slowly, I made my way up the tower, and the place was pretty cluttered with old books, spells, furniture, and even a very old looking bird on a wooden perch. Finally, I came up to his desk, where Dumbledore was scribbling something on a piece of parchment with a very long feather quill.

Finally, he spotted me when he glanced over his half-moon glasses, and he looked grim.

"Mister Potter, I believe we have much to discuss," he said.

{ADHD I choose you! Use ramble!} "I know I failed miserably with laying low, professor," I blurted. "But things were starting to get out of hand and I was getting annoyed that everyone was bombarding me with questions and Professor Snape was attacking my personal life and I tried to keep calm, but if you know me at all, you know that I'm not really good at keeping calm when you insult my family and people I care about, and I was so angry that he was saying all this things, and my friends were starting to get on my nerves because they know what we talked about in the hospital wing and they wanted to hear the story for themselves and I can't tell them because they are blabbermouths and they can't keep a secret and-"

"Calm down, Percy," Dumbledore interrupted. "This is not what I wanted to discuss with you, but we can get back to that topic later."

I gulped.

"This, however, is something that I think you should have been told long ago."

My brows furrowed. I could think of a million things that I should have known earlier in my life, for it would have proven itself to be useful in certain circumstances, but all of that was in the past now. I didn't have the faintest clue what Dumbledore thought would be essential information for me now, so I was quite shocked when he continued like this:

" I think it is time you knew more about your parents," he said.

I mean, what was I even supposed to say to this? The topic of dead parents was kind of a touchy subject to me, but of course, I couldn't show this to Dumbledore. It already felt like he knew my every thought and feeling.

"What about them," I asked, keeping my face particularly stoic. "Nothing I find out now is going to change anything. They died."

"Well, yes, and no," he started. "It may make all the difference in the world. Let's say, your heritage is particularly complicated."