Percy Potter

Chapter Six

After I once again put on my glamour charm, I carefully walked through the compartments, making sure to stay quiet and keep a smooth gait so that Harry-the-Ham would be able to sleep. It didn't help that all the kids were talking when we got to their car, and then whispering as we exited. I just shrugged it off and continued my mission to find the bratty girl, Hermione and Redhead Ron.

I found them near the front of the train, and they were in bit of a messy situation. A blonde kid, wearing black and green, was terrorizing Herms and Ro. I actually thought it was pretty funny. "Well, look at who it is. The know-it-all mudblood and the weasel. Where's you're 'saviour', Potty?" I growled low in my throat, something clicking in the back of my mind. To say I was pissed was an understatement, I was livid. This was the Malfoy that had bullied Har-bear throughout his years at Hogwarts.

I slunk in front of Hermione and Ron and straightened up as much as possible with Harry on my back. "Who do you think you are, Mayboy?" That's right, the King'o'Sass was comin' out. "Who do you think you are? I'm Draco Malfoy, you're just a lowly Potter, not even fit enough to have any relatives. How does it feel, to be alone?" I smiled wickedly while Hermione and Ron just started at me blankly, surprised to see Harry on my back, I presume. "Well, I wouldn't know, but I'm sure you can figure it out, with your parents always gone. Am I right?" Draco narrowed his eyes. "Who are you? Potty doesn't have your courage." I pouted, sad my brother doesn't sass this guy out, but the gleam stayed in my haunted eyes. "Well, I'm the guy that's about to kick your-" Harry smacked me on the side of my head, interrupting me.

"Hey!" I pouted, looking at my lil bro. "That wasn't funny, Hazza." Harry glowered at me, but I could see mirth in his eyes. "Don't swear. Plus, I still need to change." I sighed, a small smirk flitting across my face. "As you wish.... Hammy." Harry groaned and slid off my back. He turned to look at Hermione and Ron, except he couldn't see anything.

Looking for these? I snickered while Harbear grabbed his glasses off his face and slipped them on his nose. Precisely. He walked over to his luggage that 'Mione and Ron had stored next to theirs. "Excuse me? What's happening? Why are there two Potters?" I smirked and turned around, tipping my non-existent hat to Draco. "The name's Percy. Percy Jackson." Draco stared at me, not even picking up the reference. I snickered. "How?! Why do you look exactly like Harry?!" Hermione shouted, holding her hair in distress. Harry tried to sooth her. "'Mione. It's ok. Just calm down, relax, and think like the Brightest-witch-of-the-age I know you are." I felt a twinge of pain at not revealing how, and then I realized that it was how Harry felt. I slipped into his thoughts.

He's my twin. And I bloody forgot about him. I'm so stupid. I can't believe I did that. He is a direct part of me. How did I go without my other half?! And he's been through so much. I've only had to deal with a glimpse of what he's done! I- I wrapped Harry in a hug, my head resting atop his. Don't worry Harry. I could never forget you, and I fought in each of those wars to live another day, for us to be reunited. As long as I have you now, I am fine. Don't beat yourself up about it. If I didn't have this stupid disorder, I would have forgotten too. I felt his gratitude flow through our link like water. We stood like that for a few more seconds before we began to detangle.

Just as Harry was about to leave to put his robes on, a hand came flying at my face. I snarled and caught it in mid-air, my war instincts kicking in. I could tell that my eyes were on fire with the rages of Olympus and... there. I looked at the hand and followed the arm to a terrified Draco. I smiled sinisterly. "Well, what do we have here? Is this little dragon scared?" I taunted slightly. When it comes to family and safety, I know that no one wants to mess with me. I turn into a completely different person. It may seem arrogant, but I don't know my full capabilities when it comes to my protectiveness. All I know, is that, some people were in the infirmary for a long time after a little stunt on Ann... her. I sighed, not waiting for his response. Any mirth drained from me with that last thought. "C'mon Harry. Let's grab your stuff and get ready to go." Hazza looked at me with sad eyes, but I brushed it off. Harry and I were about to leave the coach when the train stopped. My mood brightened slightly. "Well, looks like we should be on our way, now doesn't it, Hammy?" I smiled lightly, still sad as ever on the inside. Harry slightly rolled his eyes. "Let us go, my good brother." We linked arms, me carrying all of his luggage on my back, and snickered as we walked off.

Once we reached the carriages, I was met with a flurry of bows and 'My lord!'s. I sighed, here we go again. I smiled and greeted all of the horses. 'Hello, my friends. It is good to see you! What are you tied to these carriages for?' They did not look like normal horses. You can see them, can't you? It was more of a statement than a question, but it still hurt to think about. I buried my head in Harry's hair, as to keep away the memories. 'My lord, are you ok?' One curious horse asked as the rest looked on in worry. I smiled at their show of affection. 'Yes. I am fine. Maybe I can talk to you all another time. Where are you normally housed?' Harry was slightly shaking my shoulder, pointing to somewhere behind us. I quickly listened to the horses' responses and turned to see what the matter was. "Perseus! Perseus Jackson!" I looked over, instantly on guard, only to see a giant looking around the train. I snarled and took out Riptide, in pen form, ready to draw (pun unintended {but I wish it was}). Harry tugged on my arm. "Percy! He's friendly! That's Hagrid! The half giant I told you about!" Harry whisper-yelled at me. I instantly calmed down and put my pen away, smoothing down my robes. "Ah, oops." I gave Hazza my lopsided grin and walked toward Hagrid, after I made sure Harry was good in a carriage, of course. He saw me coming and a flash of confusion was seen in his eyes. "Ahh. Are 'ye the one called Percy Jackson?" I nodded, waiting for him to continue on. "Yer comin' with me. Yer'll be sorted with the firs' years." I smiled at his lisp and nodded. "Lead the way." I made an elegant gesture with my hand and he lumbered over to the eleven years olds near the lake. Canoes were lined up on our shore, and I watched as Hagrid instructed the kids into canoes. He climbed into one and immediately felt at ease. He may be an immortal now, but that didn't mean that he couldn't feel a connection to his original element. Harry, are you good? Yeah. Hermione and Ron rejoined me in the carriage and now we're on our way to that castle. We carried out talking every now and then. We were just talking about Ron's odd affection for Hermione when I heard shouting and my canoe was tipped over, encasing me in darkness.