Percy Jackson, heir of Gryffindor

5

Harry woke up in the morning, retching on Rons bed.

"Hey! What's the matter with you!" Ron shouted as he sat up, so Harry had to explain to Ron about Percy and the bread rolls in between fits of vomiting. when he was done, Ron apologized and took harry, still vomiting, to the nurse. there, they met up with percy, who had apparently been vomiting so long, that he had run out of food to vomit up; His nose and mouth were covered in blood. So much that harry was sure he'd pass out soon.

"you, uh.... Feeling alright?" Ron asked tentatively, and Percy just gave them a dazed open mouthed smile while madam pomfrey bustled around behind him.

"DOWN ON THE BED!!!" she called when she noticed harry and ron and the puddle of vomit around their feet that was continuing to grow.

"Bloody hell.... This is a bloody hell..." Ron muttered under his breath as he helped Harry down.

About ten minutes later, Harry started to feel light-headed, and glanced over at the long unconscious Percy. The 13 year old was precariously draped over the side of his bed in such a manner that, despite the fact that he continued to hurl unhealthy amounts of blood on to the floor, even in his sleep, the vomit that projected out of his mouth never hit the bed, but the floor instead. Harry was wondering how long it would take him to end up like that when the Weasly twins appeared, passing Harry a pill, then force feeding one to Percy. When Percy's bloody retching stopped almost instantly, Harry swallowed his own with no hesitation, feeling twice as good almost the second that it was in his esophagus.  

Harry then stopped Ron, who had been moving to scold his older brothers. Typically, Harry himself would have started shouting by now, but he had a different angle to see the two boys than Ron: he could see the alien looks of regret and worry lining their features as they knelt over their friend, carefully looking Percy over, guilt laced into their irises.