My Mothers Side

Failed Pranks and Late Night Talks

*Percy's POV*

I was walking to my room when I heard a faint creak. I froze. Was it a monster? I went into stealth mode and walked slowly to my door. I pressed my ear against the door. The soft shuffling was very faint, I had to strain my ears to hear them. I could sense water particles nearby. A smirk reached my face. I knew what was happening.

I hid most of my body behind the wall. Using my arm to push the door, it swung opened. Multiple of water balloons where hurled out of the door. When the door hit the wall, a air horn went off, it was loud enough to be heard miles away.

"Bloody hell mate there was no one there!" one of the twins cried.

"Someone must of accidentally pushed the door," explained the other.

They walked to my doorway. Just as they about to walk out, I jumped out the yelled,

"BOO!"

Let's say I've never hear two boys scream any louder.

"Bloody hell mate!" both of the twins exclaimed at once.

Behind me I heard people roaring with laughter. I turned around to everyone there. James made a camera appear and took a photo.

"I'm going to get this famed and write on it 'the day the unprankable twins got pranked' then hang up on the wall," said James with a massive smile on his face.

Everyone just laughed harder. Once everybody settled down the twins asked me how I avoided their prank.

"Well back at camp we have the Stoll brothers and they play pranks all the time. Sometimes I prank with them, along with my other friend Leo," I explained, "so after a while I've learnt how to avoid pranks."

The twins grimes evils at me.

"It looks like we have a challenge," George told his brother.

"Or a possible new recruit," accounted Fred.

"Let's see how long he last," they both say in perfect sync.

Than they disappeared with a 'pop'. After the twins dramatic exit , everyone left for bed. I got into my room and got changed. I flopped onto my bed. Now I've got to watch out for the twins. At lest they weren't sons of Hermes or I will be in more trouble. Not saying that the twins are bad at pranking, but the Hermes kids have it in their blood. But I'm still have to be extra careful. With that thought, I drifted of to sleep.

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I woke up by the sound of footsteps.

I grabbed Riptide from desk, but I didn't uncap it yet. I slowly opened the door. The creak sounded deafening against the silence. I crept into the dark hallway and followed the pattering feet.

I found myself in the living room. A dark figure sitting on the couch. The fire was still blazing, casting luminous shadows. I crept towards the stranger, until I was right behind him. I notice who the figure was and walked around and sat next to him.   

"Can't sleep?" 

He jumped in surprise and whipped his head so fast I thought he would get whip-slash. He looked like a dear caught in headlights. 

"Did I wake you?" Harry whispered.

Harry looked terrible. His skin extremely pale and heavy black bags hung under neath his eyes. It looks like he hasn't have a descend sleep in ages. 

"No not really," I lied. Harry just hummed.

"So what are you doing up on this fine early morning," I asked.

He just shrugged. Harry glared at his feet. Something was up, I know it.

"Harry," I said and he looked up at me, "I maybe be an idiot but I'm not stupid."

"What is that  supposed to mean?" Harry asked.

"Most of the time I'm a clumsy goofball, but I'm not stupid. Even though my grades say other wise," I told him. "I know something is up Harry."

He just sighed and put his face on his hands. He mumbled something I didn't quite catch. I waited for him to answer.

"Why?" Harry asked me.

"Why what?" I said confused. 

"Why do you act so nice to me even though I'm the reason your mother is dead!" he exclaimed. 

I flinched at his answer. Is this is what has been eating him up? Here must be more, this is just apart of it.

"You asked why," I caught his attention, "Harry it's not your fault that my mothers dead, it's Voldemorts. Prophecy always comes true, there no way around it. But Voldermort thought he could by pass his fate. It his fault that he decide to come to your house and kill my mother Harry. It is not your fault."

"But don't you even feel the slightest bit of hate? I'm the reason Voldermort came to my house!" He retorted.  

"How can I hate one of my friends?"

He looked up at my strangely, like he couldn't believe what I just said.

"And to make more reasons not to hate you is that your apart of my family, and I'll always protect and care of my family," I say while glaring at the fire.

We stayed there in silence. It wasn't awkward nor peaceful, it was just neutral silence. 

"Thank you," Harry said in a small whisper, "I really did need that."

I gave him on of my famous lop-sided. But I soon lost it when I saw Harry. He still looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"But that's not all that's on your mind," I told him.

"No it isn't, but you won't understand," He chucked his arms up in frustration.

"I might not Harry, but if you keep everything bottled up your going to exploded. If you don't want to talk to me about it, talk to someone else because it's going to continue to eat you up until there's nothing left."

That's when Harry broke down. He told me everything. What happen in the war, how he feels like he blames his self for everyone's death who died and how he gets nightmares of people telling him its all his fault.

"...so now that you've came and I found out that your mother died because of me, I'm just not handling well anymore." Harry finished.

His body was shaking and silent tears fell from his face.

"Harry you have to forget the past. Not completely though, remember the fun and happy times you've had and also remember the people who died didn't died in vain. Voldemort is defeated, everyone is safe. Learn from the past, hope for the future and enjoy the present." I'd advised him.

He nodded his head. I looked at the time, four o'clock. We've been talking for two hours.

"Well it's time for sleep, we both need to go to bed and get some rest," I told Harry.

We walked up the stair and to our respective rooms. We told each other good night and went to bed.