A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Harry's Point of View

After lessons had finished our dream was still bothering us. Percy had slept most if not all of the morning away, and when he woke in the afternoon he was skittish and on edge, not unlike I had been earlier at breakfast. Our teachers noticed as well, commenting on it from time to time, and asking if we were ok. Our answer was dull and repetitive.

"Fine, Professor. Just a bad dream."

Draco pulled us away after class, Theo and Blaise accompanying us as we headed for the abandoned girl's toilets. Draco had vaguely told them about our dream, so they were full of questions, none of which we particularly felt like answering.

"You dreamt about a toilet? Really? Why would the Great Salazar Slytherin put his secret chamber in the girl's toilet?"

Draco sighed. "Well, if he did, it was a good idea. Only one person's found it yet, haven't they?"

The boys grumbled, but relented. We sighed. "Do you mind if we do this alone? We'll report back if anything happens, but…"

"If nothing does – which is more likely – you won't have to suffer the humiliation of it happening in front of us?" Draco joked. We winced, and he shook his head. "Sorry, that was harsh. Go on. We'll guard the door, and keep any prefects away."

"Thanks." We flashed Draco a grin before quickly glancing both ways and entering the toilet.

The first thing that hit us was the smell of potion fumes. The second were the shrill tones of a distressed Myrtle.

"I don't know why you had to choose my toilet for your smelly little potion. There's plenty of other's you could use!" Myrtle was wailing.

To our surprise, it was the cross tones of Hermione who replied sharply: "Yes, but none of the other toilets have you to keep everybody else out, do they?"

We groaned, walking further into the toilets, rounding the first stall to see Ron and Charles sitting outside the stall Myrtle was hovering over and glancing inside where presumable Hermione was tending to the potion.

"Really?" We demanded. "We warn you that the potion is dangerous when incorrectly brewed, and there are a hundred things that could go wrong, and you still do this?"

"Harry! Percy!" Three dismayed voices and one delighted one exclaimed together.

We flashed Myrtle a smile, "Please excuse us while we lecture our brother on the stupidity of his actions."

At the word 'lecture' Charles paled. "Brothers, please. Can't you see that we're trying to save lives? We're trying to stop the monster before it kills anyone."

"No Charles. Can't you see that there is no way in Hades that you should be doing this?" Percy snapped, lightly nudging me aside. "This? This is something for Dumbledore and the other staff to deal with. Not you three. Don't you get that?"

"Oh, that's rather hypocritical coming from you, brother dearest." Charles retorted. "Especially since you spent this summer doing what, exactly? Oh yes, battling Gods and Monsters to try at stop a godly civil war. It's in the name isn't it: godly. Not your business."

We flinched. "Except that was our business, give our Uncle was personally pointing fingers at us and threatening to kill us if we didn't return his bolt to him. So yes, Charles, that time it was something we had to do. And besides, even if it wasn't we are a demigod. Therefore most, if not all, godly wars affect us."