Percy Potter

Chapter Twelve

I opened my eyes to something trying to get out of my arms. I nuzzled my head back into my pillow and slowly slipped back into sleep, only for Harry to yell in my mind. "PERCY!" I groaned. "Not now Harry, this is the first time I've slept well in the past eighteen years. I don't want to wake up." Harry stilled in my arms and I slowly slipped back into a lull again. Only for Harry to whisper something in my mind. What? A simple question, but something that could completely tear Harry apart with my carelessness, but since I was still half-sleep, I didn't know a difference. "Ever since I was taken away from you I haven't slept well, and that was when we were only about eight months old, making it eighteen years since I've slept well." Minus the ones from there. I didn't fill him in on that part though, but I never thought Harry was stupid either. I still didn't open my eyes, didn't want to see his face, it might just break me further. "Percy, how old are you?" I grimaced, not wanting to see the memories, not wanting to break Harry, not wanting to respond. I felt his emotions through the bond and he was confused, scared, and worried. I sighed, pulling him closer to me. "You have to promise not to tell anyone." I felt Harry nod his head. Four thousand, two hundred, and sixty-five years old. I felt water on my arm and shaking hands on my face, I could feel them tracing the small scars I had from all of the whips, cuts, punches, and kicks I received down there. I felt them bury their head in my chest, and I realized Harry was crying. I finally opened my eyes and sat up, cuddling Harry into my lap. I cooed at him, Gizar lying as a golden kitten in his lap, both of us trying to comfort my little twin. I rubbed his back and laid my head on his messy black hair. I tried to be happy, to send these emotions to Harry, but I couldn't. I tried to think of happy things, they didn't come. I sighed and just send calming emotions to him. Slowly, Harry calmed down and just sniffles every now and then. I hugged him to me, wishing he'd calm down. He was the more emotional one of us. I was the stronger. "Hey Hazza, now there's no denying it. I'm definitely older." He chuckled with a sad ring to it, but I still took it. "How about you catch me up on what you youngsters do in your free time after school? I could use some fun." He smiled sadly but a content fire lit up in his eyes. "O-ok, i-it's a deal." He sniffed one more time and I stood up, offering him my arm and Gizar my neck. Gizar jumped onto the top of my head while Harry smiled and grabbed my forearm. I pulled him up and hugged him. "What do you say?" Harry didn't let go, but he dug his head into my shoulder. "I don't want to leave you." I looked down at him again, sadness marring my features. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I hugged Harry and then realized we were the only ones left in the room. "Hey Harbear...... did we miss breakfast?" Harry jumped and looked at me, eyes wide. I could practically see the gears in his head working at an impossibly fast rate (for him, of course). "What time is it?" He looked scared. I took a quick look at my watch from Tyson and calculated the time difference. "It's seven twenty-five. When does breakfast end?" Harry looked horrified. "We only have five minutes. Perce, we need to go!" As Harry was about to go crazy trying to get ready in time, I grabbed him in a hug, Gizar still attached to my head. "No problem Hazza, immortal and magical, remember?" Harry nodded and I snapped my fingers. We were both dressed with traditional Gryffindor robes and our shoes. I grabbed Harry's glasses, sticking them on his face playfully, and I carefully put my pendant around my neck. Harry began to run to the door, but I tsked at him, making him turn around to look at me. I opened my arms and he hugged me, while I teleported us to behind the great hall doors. Harry looked queasy for a second, but I snapped my fingers again, making him feel better. Thanks big bro. Anytime little bro. We rushed into the great hall after sending each other sly smirks and quickly sat down, just as Headmistress McGonagall was giving the Gryffindors their schedules. I just sat there, making sure Harry ate enough and played with Gizar in my lap. He was lying on my lap while I fed him little pieces of bacon and rubbed in between his ears. 'Good boy Gizar.' He glared at me. 'Really, Master?' I ruffled the hair on his face. 'Really.' A small, sad smile on my face. I looked back at Harry, only to see a schedule in my face. "Please take it Mr. Jackson." I looked sheepish as I grabbed the paper, muttering a thanks as she passed Harry his. I looked at mine, only to see that I couldn't read it. I took off Harry's glasses and made a copy of them, while he tried to take his back. I then placed his back on his face, making him recoil, and enchanted mine to let me read English. I then grabbed Harry's schedule and compared ours, seeing we didn't have all of our classes together. I sighed and threw mine away. Harry was staring at me and I smirked sadly. "What? Never seen magic?" Harry laughed and finished eating his food. We stood up just as the food disappeared and we walked out the great hall, me still studying the schedule. Once I was sure that I memorized it, I handed it back to Harry, moving my glasses up onto my head, like sunglasses. "Come on Hazza, let's go to Divination. I heard that this is the worst of all of them, with Slytherin as an additive." Harry groaned, but nodded. "I thought I dropped out of that class." I smiled sadly. "No worries, I am, after all...." The champion of Apollo, God of Prophecies. I continued walking while Harry stumbled a bit. I grabbed his shoulder and helped him. He moved closer to me and I rustled his hair lightly. Sorry, I'm just not exactly used to the whole 'gods' thing yet. I smiled sadly. No one usually is. We walked in silence the rest of the way, me going through unpleasant memories and Harry thinking of what he's getting himself into. I honestly don't think it'll be that bad.