A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Percy's Point of View

The few remaining days we spent with the Gryffindors past swiftly. The Sunday – our last day of exile – kind of sucked. The good part was that we had a Quidditch match – Gryffindors vs Slytherin. The bad news was that despite being able to play against our brother, I had to face my fear of heights, and we knew that no matter how this ended, tonight was going to be torture. Either we would win, and would have to suffer cruel comments and probably be kicked out of Gryffindor to sleep in the corridor, or the Lions would win, and we would had to sit in a corner and watch their victory party. Which we had watched the preparations for the previous day.

Flint was waiting for us in the Great Hall for breakfast. Gryffindor had been dead silent around us all morning, as if scared we might catch wind of their strategies. Because we would care to cheat like that. Just because Harry was a Slytherin didn't mean… Well. Actually no. Any other Slytherin would have. But that was beside the point! They should trust us by now!

Flint walked us over to our normal seat at the Gryffindor table for the week, after a quick curt morning greeting, and shovelled food onto our plate with the firm instructions to eat it. I could sense Harry's nausea as he so much as looked at the food, and so shoved him in into the furthest corners of our mind, and started eating. Marcus had chosen a full English breakfast – sausages, bacon, eggs, black pudding… toast too. I almost laughed as I watched Charles push his toast around his plate. With confused hazel eyes, Charles shook his head at us.

"How aren't you worried? It's your first match isn't it?"

"Well, yes." I grinned. "And I must say Harry is just as nervous as you are. I, on the other hand, shall only be watching, not flying, so I don't really see how this is any other morning for myself."

Charles shook his head in exasperation. "Clever… I still can't believe you two are allowed to fly, due to being part of both Houses."

"Percy won't, at any point, be allowed to be in control." Hermione said. "I looked it up. Thousands of years ago, when an early version of Quidditch was put in place, and a twin-soul wished to compete, they were only allowed provided that one – and only one, was in control during the match. They couldn't switch at all during the game."

I nodded happily. "Such are the rules. And to make sure that they more than definitely cannot be breached, our uniform is coated with a modified version of that rather lovely dust that Fred and George created and pranked the entire hall with earlier this week. So much as a hint of me thinking of taking over, and the flashes of red won't be missed, don't you worry."

"You checked they didn't put itching powder in with it, did you?"

The slow drawl of Draco's voice sounded practically in our ear, making us jump. Turning and quickly hitting our blond friend before he could flinch away, I rolled our eyes at him. "That would be quite the achievement, considered the dust was brewed – and modified – by Hogwarts' very own Potions Master: Professor Severus Snape."

"Are you sure you should be throwing my first name around like that, Perseus? Merlin only knows I could put you in detention for it as easily as snapping my fingers. Or deduct points from Gryffindor… What do you say?"

I gulped when I noticed our godfather had also been standing a short few feet away from Draco. Widening my eyes innocently, I pleaded my case. While I wasn't too bothered whether or not Gryffindor lost points, they would have my head for it. Considering that I'd lasted this long, I prefer to keep it just until our exile ended.

"You would take points for a causal slip of our godfather's name while singing his praises? I must say, Professor Snape that would be rather cruel of you…" I begged.