Chapter 49

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Chapter 49

Harry's Point of View

We were woken up the first Monday of the Holidays by a heavy flying object landing on top of us and an exciting high pitched voice yelling our names extremely loudly in our ears. "Harry! Percy! Wake up!"

Percy moaned, trying to curl into ourself away from the noise and pull our covers over his head. However, the little fiery imp on top of us wasn't having it. "Come on! You invited me over, didn't you? You honestly can't expect me not to want to see everything this small, wet country has to offer, can you?"

"Leo... We love you, but not at six in the morning..." Percy groaned. "Well... actually, Harry might, but I don't. Wake me up at some more godly time in the morning."

"Technically, the sun has risen, so Apollo has named this a more godly time in the morning, since he's up and driving his chariot." Leo pointed out, entirely far too coherent for such an hour in the holidays. Especially for him. It was like, what, one in the morning back at Camp? What is this boy on?

"Leo... What time did you get here?"

"Um... about ten yesterday afternoon which was... three o'clock here?" Leo grinned as we peered at him over the top of our covers.

"Did the house-elves give you coffee?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Leo! What have Annabeth, Luna and we talked to you about concerning drinking coffee?""Only drink it when I really need to stay awake." Leo grinned angelically. "Your little elves offered it, and it was too good to pass up, so... I wanted to stay up for you guys!"

"Leo!" We whined. "We are so having words with the elves about giving you coffee. Only in the mornings, and even then only if you're practically dead!"

Leo laughed, but I could no longer find the effort to be annoyed at him. Percy was right - I probably would have woken up in half an hour anyway so it was no real loss for me. Percy on the other hand... well, he's lost about another 3 hours on uninterrupted sleep, but since I could hear him softly snoring again already, I knew that it wouldn't interrupt his day to much. Me on the other hand... I now had to singlehandedly entertain a hyperactive Leo for three hours until Percy woke up and could help.

"Breakfast?" I offered with a small sigh, levering our body out of bed after shoving Leo off us. Leo grinned (again – though to be honest, I don't think he has actually stopped grinning since he woke us up).

"I thought you'd never offer!" Leo exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. I chuckled, then paused, wondering what the fastest route to the kitchen was. Of course, our little passageways through the ceiling were definitely the fastest, but if we showed them to Leo, there was the risk of our friend attempting to navigate them himself and getting lost... No. That wouldn't do. Besides, Percy would kill me if I showed them to someone without him.

Grabbing Leo's hand, we headed out the door, ignoring the small hiss of greeting from the little snakes we had painted on our door after realising that we could talk to them last year. James and Lily had offered us a new room, after we had complained that we had run out of wall space to paint. Of course the entire wing of the manor was technically ours, as we were the only other child in the house other than Charles, but it was still James' manor, so... Anyway, long story short we had set to work decorating the doorway with as many Slytherin symbols as possibly, just to put our mark on the Manor. Let it never be said ever again that there was never a Potter in Slytherin!

Leo gave us an odd look at our faint smile. "What you thinking about now?"

"Look." We spun around, indicating our door, which was a pretty shade of emerald green, standing out starkly from white walls of the hall way. On this particular floor there were three other rooms – each with a name printed in gold lettering on the door. They were also decorated in the bright reds and golds of Gryffindor. Our names, however, were in silver, and our door was adorned with multiple silver snakes. In permanent paint, of course.

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