Grown Apart || Hogwarts Legacy OCs

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PERSEUS

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    Perseus scarcely remembers his father's voice screaming out behind him, slurring and spraying with drunken rage, as he stepped out of the front door. Doors, really, large double doors with plain stained glass windows of teal blue. A small dash of color on the barren white frame of the little big home in the middle of a fancy London neighborhood

He still couldn't believe it. He got an acceptance letter to hogwarts To start his time at the school in the fifth year after years of his father yelling at him about being a filthy squib.

His mind buzzed with confused thoughts on how Hogwarts could accept someone like him, as his feet dragged heavily down the steps, lack of rest pounding in his temples as he struggled to hold up the weights that his eyelids pretended to be.

He checks the letter again. Professor Fig. What kind of name is that? He scans his eyes heavily over the words yet again, words blurring and doubling when his pupils move over the small inked letters, looking like a different language. He had to pause his movements to be able to read again, and looked up as the world twisted around him; a ripping, sucking feeling disorienting him as the fancy neighborhood morphed into a muggle-less back alley.

His vision slants as the world changes so suddenly. What the bloody hell was that! He regains his footing and leans against a crooked and cracked brick wall beside him, the letter gone from his thin hands. His stomach churns and he has to swallow and hold his breath before anything can come back up. Not sure what would come up, having left before the house elf even prepared breakfast for him and his father.

A firm yet gentle hand grasping his shoulder makes him nearly jump from his skin, his eyes forcing shut tight. A kind, yet hoarse voice answered to his jump. "Easy there, Perseus! I take it you haven't traveled by portkey before?"

Percy looked up at the man, brows furrowing in a confused way.

"Portkey-? Um.. no, I- I believe I haven't.. uh- who-.. who are you?"

The man just smiled and held his hand out as he responded. "I am professor Fig; as you may have read in your letter, I will assist you in getting your things for the year and getting to hogwarts on time for this year's sorting ceremony."

Percy eyed professor fig's outstretched hand and took a step back, arms still clasped around his turning stomach, still settling from the portkey. "Pleasure to meet you, professor.." He straightened his posture. "Are You Sure there hasn't been some mistake..? I was told I'd be a squib. I haven't got a very good talent with magic.."

With that, the silver-haired man let another cat-like grin wrinkle his face. "Ah, but you will be. Something about you tells me that you will be a strong and excellent student. You might not be able to harness much of your magical abilities now, but do trust, you will learn strength with practice in due time. Now. We are a bit ahead of schedule but I have a few last things to pack onto the carriage. Shall we?"

He'd put his hand down again now, seeing Percy's hesitation. Both hands clasped in a fold infront of him, tucked to his middle chest. Percy gave a light nod and Professor Fig gestured him along.

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Percy stood by a red carriage door as the professor fastened bags onto the back, the boy just staring at the front of the carriage. At the dark, horse-like, winged creatures tied to the front. He'd read about them before at hime. Thestrels. He'd seen them grazing amongst pumpkin patches, picking through gardens and the backyard of their house on several occasions. He found it strange the way the professor seemingly ignored them, as if he hadn't a clue they were there.

His professor stepped around the carriage to him, clasping his hands together. "It appears we are almost ready to depart.. but I have one last thing for you." He pulled out a wand from a small box. Nine inches, a dark wood. A straight, pliable stick with little leafs designed into the wood. "For temporary use until you can visit hogsmeade and find your own."

Percy stared at the wand in his hands. Feeling unnatural. Like a fancy stick will help.. His thoughts pranced negatively in his mind but he glanced up at Fig with an uneven, fake grin. "Thank you, professor..."

It looked like Fig was about to start speaking when a swishing, whistling sound hummed from his left. Both of them instinctively turned to see a stubby man in glasses appear from thin air, turn and seem excited when he saw them. "Ah! Eleazar!"

The man was far too cheery for Percy. The corner of his lips Quirked a bit to make the side of his nose scrunch as he looked away, the two older men talking about whatnot, Percy paying them no mind, however finding himself somehow infuriated with the haughty way he chuckled at his own jokes—

"—new student, Perseus." Hearing his name brought his attention back to the two. George repeated a word quietly. "New?" percy looked at them in confusion, but then nodded with a half-assed grin as a greeting to this George."Yes Sir. Im.. im starting school as a fifth year." As he zoned back into reality, he realized they had already gotten in the carriage and into the sky. Must have dozed off.

Then George pulled out a newspaper, showing a picture of a goblin on the front. Percy studied the goblin with a tilt of his head. Ranrok. His gaze doubled and he blinked to keep himself awake, the strange goblin and his name stuck in his head as he looked out of the windows.

He glanced down at the clouds, and squinted. Something dark, and large shifting between the clouds, swearing he heard a rumbling growl. He furrowed his brows, looking closer but it was gone. He decided it was his sleep deprivation causing tricks on his mind, and he turned his attention to his professor when he spoke again.

He caught a glimpse of a glow from the corner of his eye when he looked, to see Fig holding a strange cylindrical steel object, with a twisting symbol in the middle, glowing faintly a cold white.

"—Goblin metal.. that symbol-" Fig spoke, but paused when Percy pointed to the symbol with a soft voice. "What's that glow..?" His Professor gave him a confused look, turning the object in his hands. "I don't see a glow?"

"Nor do I" George chimed in, sounding eager and intrigued. Fig looked at George, then Percy as he handed the student the object. Perseus held it gingerly in both hands, pale fingers sliding over the symbol slowly.

A flash of color spread from the center to his hands and the symbol broke open from the center from one side to the other, exposing a key. George's confused voice startled him a little. "Merlin's beard! H-how did you-"

Percy went to pick up the key to examine it further, but fig set his hand on his wrist. "Wait— we do not know what-"

Right before his eyes, the back half of the carriage was ripped off in the jaws of a large pale wyvern, taking their stuff, and George with it as it crunched down on the wood. Percy stared with wide eyes, certainly awake now as he gaped at none other than a Hebridean Black infront of him, a faint glowing red coming from a swirling metal collar bound tight around her neck.

The wyvern opened her mouth, yellow and orange sparks lighting as her throat glowed bright and hot. The whistling sound of the driver disapparating triggered professor fig's voice. "Jump!"

Percy didn't remember moving his legs, but he felt the heat behind him as he plummeted from the sky with the carriage being blown to fiery smithereens reminded his shocked state what was happening.

"Give me your hand!" Percy wasted no time in grabbing onto his professor's sleeve as he reached for the key, the wyvern turning and diving towards them, jaws opening and ready to take them both in one go. Fig's hand closed around the key and the falling feeling turned into a ripping and swirling feeling in his stomach just like last time.

It was a portkey.

The next thing he knows, he's landing on a hard and cold stone floor, damp with cave drippings and sprinkled with moss.