Percy Potter

Chapter Sixteen

After a lovely dinner of watching Harry eat spaghetti, we walked in comfortable silence back to our room while Harry played over my memories of the last couple of days. After we walked through Aemilia's painting and into our room, I sat on my bed with a sigh. Harry sat on my lap, hugging me. Will anything ever be easy? I laid my head on Harry's and sighed. No, I'm afraid the fates are against us. Gizar slithered out of my pocket and around my neck, in a comforting gesture. I slowly laid back, tensing my abs so as not to hurt Harry. He just snuggled into me more and I could feel his aura sadden. I pulled at his hair a tad. Now, none of that. You're suppose to be the happy one. Don't go all sad and sentimental on me. Harry flipped around to straddle my waist, hands on my shoulders. But Percy, look at everything that happened to you. If I had been there then you wouldn't have been so alone and I could have helped with your burden. He fingered my silver piece of hair and I looked into his glassy eyes. I pulled him into a hug again and I felt my shirt once more, start to get wet. Harry threw off his glasses in frustration and angrily wiped at his tears. It's ok to cry Hazza. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. He looked at me sharply. Don't promise that! Never promise that! You can't control whenever you're taken! Just look at when Hera kidnapped you! I love you big brother, but we both know that trouble finds you everywhere, no matter what. Just don't give me false hope. Nothing is ever going to be ok with the fates after you and the gods in your life. I looked at Harry with understanding and sadness broadcasted in my eyes. I know Hazza, but if I do not make these promises, then I have nothing to strive for. If I do not have a goal in mind, what am I to do when I am taken? I could stay, it wouldn't hurt, but I would leave because I know that every day I am gone will hurt you. You will go crazy trying to find me, and I don't want you to deal with that. I only know this because it is what I did when I couldn't go and find you. I knew you were in Europe, where? That was a mystery, but I knew you were somewhere here, and I could find you. But I didn't, and that was because I was too young, or too busy with the gods. These promises keep me sane. I make these promises for you just as much as I do for me. I love you little bro. Harry dug his head into my shoulder again, and I could see his shoulders shaking with the force of his sorrow. I rubbed Harry's back and pulled him closer. Ok. I sighed and let Harry up. Go get changed, I'll get the bed ready. Harry stood and tried to give me a pat on the head as he passed and I successfully dodged it. I sadly smirked at him and then watched as he went into the bathroom. Once he was in, I stood up and flashed my robes off and my pajama pants on. I moved under the covers, so that Harry wouldn't be able to see my scars too easily. I lazily petted Gizar as I waited for Harry to step out. I watched as he pushed a hand through his hair and yawn like a baby lion. I mentally cooed at him and he shot me an irritated and amused glance. He took off his glasses and I remembered to take off my pendant. I carefully slid it off my neck and placed it on the nightstand. Harry slid into bed beside me and I pulled him against my chest. Hazza just yawned one more time before resting his head against my neck and drifting off. I played with his hair a bit before I cast a glamour spell over some of my scars and waited for the other boys to come in. Gizar (in golden kitten form) and I were mind chatting about blue food when Ron came in. I ignored him, but his bed was next to Harry's, which was next to mine. Of course. Ron squeaked when he saw me without a shirt on and Harry in my arms. He blushed and stuttered angrily, "H-how d-dare you sleep with H-harry! I knew you were evil!" I sighed and stood up, picking Harry up bridal style. "Fine, Ronald. If you can't keep your mind out of the gutter, then I'll just move Harry." Ron was staring at my scars and I scoffed and gently placed Harry on the magically unmade bed. The sheets then drifted to cover Hazza and I tucked him in a bit more and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. I glared at Harry's old friend, sitting back on my bed and sighed. "What do you want Ron?"