Never Leave Family Behind (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately I am neither J.K Rowling or Rick Riordan, so I cannot claim any of these characters, places, etc as my own.

This Story, for those who are interested is posted on FanFiction.net as well under the same pen name. It has many more chapters posted there if you use that website.

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They weren't always there.

The whispers.

They'd come and go.

Sometimes they'd be really loud and everything else would be hard to hear.

Sometimes I wondered if they had ever been there.

Sometimes I wondered if anyone else could hear them.

Once I told Aunt Petunia, but she just called me a freak and sent me away to my cupboard.

I'd sit in my cupboard for hours; in the comfort of the darkness that would hug me. The whispers would keep me awake until the early hours of the morning.

Sometimes the whispers would be so overbearing that I just wanted to scream.

I long ago learnt that screaming wasn't an option. Aunt Petunia would give me a week in the darkness of the cupboard.

School was finished for the day and I was walking home. Dudley didn't have to walk. No, Aunt Petunia had already picked him up and told me to walk as I was filthy. I wouldn't be as filthy if Dudley hadn't pushed me to the ground just before his mother drove around the corner.

I didn't mind walking; I wouldn't have to do as many chores.

The route I was taking had me walking along Mongolia Crescent and after a good time of walking. I was slipping through the tunnel towards Privet drive when the whispers became urgent. Pausing my stride I turned around in time to see a figure run out of the shadows and straight into the wall with a strangled yelp.

For a second I blinked and just stood there looking at the figure that had fallen to the ground with a thump.

Cautiously looking around I took a few tentative steps towards the stranger before kneeling down. The boy had been knocked out cold. He wasn't much older than me, maybe five or so years. He had olive skin and black hair that I'd never seen on anyone but myself.

The whispers were barely whispers anymore, the whispers of screams. Biting my tongue and closing my eyes I took a deep breath to stop myself from screaming. This was the closest I had come in years. Taking a few more breathes I wait for the whispers to subside and as they do, having relayed their messages, I open my eyes again.

Looking down at the boy in front of me I cautiously take his wrist and checked his pulse the way we had been taught in Physical Education. Then I watched for the rise and fall of his chest.
It seemed as if he would be fine after he woke from being knocked out.

Moving over to lean against the wall I fold my hands in my lap and wait.

I wasn't quite sure how long it was but I don't think it was more then 15 minutes when the boy sat up with a groan.

"Hades that hurt," he complained rubbing his head.

"You did run into a wall."

Having not noticed me the boy shot up pulling a sword out of nowhere and holding it towards me.
Yelping I go to move backwards before realising I was leaning against the wall.

"Who are you?"

Figuring it would be easier to talk than to run I reply; "Harley."

"Harley who?"

"Harley Potter."

The boy watches me for a moment before lowering the sword. Slightly.

"What were you doing."

"Well I was walking home before you appeared out of the shadows and ran into the wall. I was just waiting for you to wake up so I could see if you were okay."

The boys stared at me with narrow eyes for a while.

"Can I go home. Aunt Petunia is already going to lock me up for being so late."

"Why would she lock you up for being a little late."

"Cause she'll think I was shirking on my work. I might still get dinner if I hurry," I say wringing my hands together.

"You can't live in a house like that, it's not right!"

"Uncle Vernon days that freaks like me don't deserve any better."

This seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The boys knuckles whitened with the harsh grip on his sword.

"That's wrong, family deserves better."

This confused me slightly, but I supposed that I didn't really have much to compare to.
"What does family deserve?" I ask.

The boy looks at me and the sword disappears.

"Family doesn't hurt each other or abandon each other."

"I guess I don't really have a family then. Do you have a family?"

The boy seemed to deflate and looked really sad. Whenever Dudley was sad Aunt Petunia would hug him, was that the right thing to do? Deciding it was better than nothing I moved forward and hugged the boy around the middle. It was a little weird but it also felt good. I decided that I really liked hugs. The boy seemed really shocked to be receiving a hug but soon wrapped his arms around me.

I wouldn't be able to tell you how long we sat there absorbed in the hug. We both felt much better; well I think he felt better, it looked like he did.

Eventually I realised I was going to be in a lot of trouble when I got home. Uncle Vernon would probably be home by now. If I arrived home after Uncle Vernon...

"Why are you shaking?" The boy asked.

"Its late, Uncle Vernon will be home and I haven't done any of my chores. They'll probably lock me in my cupboard for the rest of the term!"

"Your cupboard?"

"The one under the stairs..."

The ground shook. I clung to my new friend. After a little the ground stopped.

"You're not going back there."

I was shocked. No one had ever taken me away from the Dursley's. I didn't even know this boy's name.

"But where would I go? I don't want to be lonely again," I say. "Can I stay with you?"
"It's not safe to be around me."

"Is that why you have a sword?"

"You could see the sword?"

"It's hard to miss. Please? I'll be really good."

"There are a few things you should know about my life before you can decide to come."

By the time Nico, as he'd told me his name was, had finished telling about the Greek gods and the lives that demigods, such as him, led I was even more determined that I should go.

Nico was, I had decided, my new family and I needed to be there for him.

Family doesn't abandon each other.

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So I thought I'd clear up a few details, This takes place during Battle of the Labyrinth and Harley is 6 or 7 years old. At this point it doesn't really matter. Nico and Harley aren't going to start dating s I'm sure some people would've liked to see. Instead they're going to have a sibling relationship, which to me makes sense. Harley wants family cause the Dursleys are dirt Bags, and Nico just lost the only living and non-god member of his own family.

Plus I think Nico as a big brother would be adorable XD

Reviews and Ideas are Appreciated and Adored!

~Jessica