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Pernico at hogwarts

Pernico/Percico in hogwarts
Requested by: @shadow_queen_

Nico's P.O.V

I carefully tied my green and silver tie around my neck. It was hard to get it right, but maybe that was just the dyslexia speaking. Throwing on my cloak, I made a quick escape from the dungeons, where our common room was. It was always chilly down here, but now that winter had set in, it was colder than ever. I found myself shivering after only taking a few measly steps. Running my hands together to try to produce some warmth, I made my way towards the great hall. Dinner would begin soon, and I really didn't want to have to sit on the end closest to the teachers again. I was pretty sure that most of them had taken one look at me and pegged me as a trouble kid, which unfortunately I was. It wasn't my fault that I had a short temper, or that some of the other Slytherins liked to pick on me!

I was lucky to have found a seat near the back of the room, but the only downside was that it was facing the Gryffindor table. Just watching Percy make faces at that know-it-all Ravenclaw girl was going to make me loose my small appetite. Sure enough, as I chanced a look at him, he was looking off towards the Ravenclaw table. I followed his gaze but found a rather rumpled looking Annabeth. I must have missed something big today in Potions. Surely Snape was going to flip out at me after dinner, but if I hadn't have ditched class I was sure to have broken someone's nose, or worse, their wand.

Throughout dinner, I noticed Percy continue to look over at the Ravenclaw table, but instead of having joy in his eyes, it looked more like guilt. Near the end of the meal, Percy caught my gaze, causing me to quickly glance down at my barely-touched meal. When I looked back up again, he was looking down at his own plate.

A sharp nudge in my rib sent me gasping for air. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Didn't think you swung that way Di Angelo." A snivelling voice sounded in my ear. He made sure to say it loud enough for the group of students sitting around us to hear.

I quickly feigned innocence. "I don't swing at all... You know I'm not good at sports."

"Di Angelo..." The boy tutted. "What would your father say?"

I froze at the mention of my father. He was the cause of so much pain in my childhood and now he was continuing to ruin my life with flashbacks and nightmares. "Don't mention him again." I turned to face the annoying boy and pulled out my wand, very aware of all the teacher's eyes on me. "Ever, got it?"

"Y-yeah, got it, just out your wand away." The boy spluttered.

I reluctantly returned my wand to its rightful place before promptly standing up and walking out of the great hall. We weren't supposed to leave until Dumbledore dismissed us, but I didn't care. I was not about to have a panic attack in front of all my classmates, especially not in front of Percy. I knew I couldn't go back to my common room, so I settled on going outside.

The snowflakes were coming down hard as if eager to end their short lives, but they barely mattered to me. All I could hear where the angry words of my father. I slumped down against the cold stone walls of the castle. I could practically feel the hits my father used to give out on a regular basis. It was a pattern. Insult. Hit. I thought it would never end, until that one fateful day when my letter came. My father was happy to let me go, so long as I didn't bring shame to the family name. I was just happy to get out of there. It didn't occur to me that there would be bullies here too.

I curled in on myself, trying to hide from my father's cruel words. Disappointment. Mistake. Useless. I was gasping for breath by now and I knew it wouldn't be long until I passed out. I just had to hold on until then and it would all be alright. I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down, but only a small fraction of the air made it to my lungs. The exhaustion began to set in, along with the cold, and before I knew it I was shivering as I felt my eyes closing. A bright red tie found its way into my field of vision, but it was too late. I'd given in to the darkness.