Heir of Voldywarts [Discontinued]

Defence Against the Dark Arts

*Percy's P.O.V*

The sun shone in my face waking me up from my troubled dream.

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The cold, evil laugh rang out, echoing around the dark, empty graveyard. White mist rose up from the ground surrounding two figures standing in the middle. One short and one cloaked. The short guy was fat with long, dirty and matted hair and a twisted smile. The other one, the one in the cloak, the one who had laughed, was stroking his pet...snake?!

"Soon, dear Nagini. Soon." He said in a surprisingly high tone. "Harry Potter will not be able to escape my grasp this time. I will finish what I started 15 years ago. And as for you my handsome grandson..." He turned round and I caught a glimpse of bright red eyes as his wrinkled hands reached out to me..."

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"Percy, Percy wake up!" My eyes snapped open to see two blurry figures standing over me on my place on the floor. How'd I get on the floor?! And more importantly who was that guy in my dream?! I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was but I wasn't sure.

"Mate you were muttering things in your sleep and writhing around. Are you okay?" That red haired guy, Roonil,  Randall? No, Ron, said. He sounded genuine 'cept for the fact, he was smirking.

"Fine" I said sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Whaz goin' on?" I asked groggily.

"Its time for breakfast and then lessons mate." Harry said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh." I stood up and looked around for my uniform. Honestly, who wore bath robes to school?! Wizards. I finally found them at the bottom of my bed and started to get changed.

"We'll meet you downstairs in the great hall then yeah? You do know where it is right?" Ron asked eyeing me wearily.

"Yu-Mmph" was my reply as I slipped my Hogwarts jumper over my head. I heard two pairs of feet walk out the dorm and I carried on my search for my shoes.

*Harry's P.O.V*

"Maybe he was having a nightmare?" 'Mione suggested taking a bite out of her toast. We were talking about what happened with Percy earlier. The guy was writhing around all over the place, talking to himself in his sleep.

"Yeah maybe." Ron answered looking amused, "He looked worse than Harry does when he has dreams about You Know Who." I smacked him upside the head.

"Shut up!" Just then Percy walked into the room. His robes hung onto him loosely but still tight enough to see the muscles on his arms. His sleeves were rolled up and his hair was slightly messy. His tie was hung loose around his neck as he couldn't have been bothered to tie it. His sea green eyes shone with mischief. He had a slight lopsided grin on his face... He still looked like a freakin' model! It was so unfair! Most, if not all, the chattering stopped as soon as he walked in. All the girls staring starry eyed just like they did yesterday. Percy's grin slid right off his face as he looked around warily.

"What?" He asked his American accent made stronger from his morning voice. The girls giggled. "Is there something on my face?" He asked, a hand reaching up to touch his nose. No one said anything and he just shrugged, walking over and sitting himself down at our table next to Hermione. "Nice!" he said looking at all the food laid out. Ron and I barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, Hogwarts's foods amazing." Ron said. By now most people had turned round and continued with their conversation, except a few girls who were still staring at Percy. Percy just ignored them and started chatting with Fred and George about pranking and all that.