Percy Potter

Chapter Eighteen

Ok, I know I said about two weeks, turns out, I was wrong.

I woke up with dread, sweat on my face and fear in my body. I quickly replaced my torn pajama pants with some new ones and realized that Gizar was snuggling into my chest in a golden cat form. I felt my lip twitch weakly and gently pet in between his ears. His eyes fluttered open as his tiny head turned towards mine. He looked into my eyes sleepily before his body shot up and he dug his unsheathed claws into my chest. I didn't even flinch as he started to frantically started to talk to me. 'Master! Are you ok? I couldn't help you again last night! Your mind could only be slightly shielded, but then even that was torn down! Master, how can I help you when that happens?' I sighed, pushing what happened into the farthest corners of my mind. "You can't help me, Gizar. It was put upon me by a higher being." 'The gods? Did they do this to you?!' I shook my head, frowning down at Gizar. "No, higher than them. The primordials are the ones behind my torture. It is ok though, I can deal with it. I have to, for Harry, and for everyone else." Gizar looked at me with sad eyes and purred gently, rubbing his head against my neck. 'Get well Master. I will grow stronger so I can defend you from such people, as is now my goal.' I chuckled sadly, but nodded. After checking to make sure no one was up, I sat up and walked to our bathroom. I stepped under the warm sprays of water, only to find a small occamy perched on my head. I chuckled slightly and brought Gizar up to my face. "What were you doing up there Gizar?" He puffed and grew smaller, wrapping himself around my right ring finger. 'I will not leave you, even for a second. If I cannot protect you in your dreams, I will protect you no matter what in the daytime.' I cooed at his sweet words and brought him to my neck. He wrapped around it as I continued to relax in the spray and wash myself.
When I was done, I stepped out, dried Gizar and me off, and snapped my clothes on. I stepped out of the room as Gizar slithered down and around my arm, clasping my bicep. I looked around and noticed that Harry was squirming and had a sad look on his face. I quickly walked over and sat next to him, bringing my hand through his hair. He relaxed, but then squinted his eyes up at me. He shot up and wrapped his arms around me, shaking slightly. I rubbed his back, giving him calm reassurance through the bond. He gave a shaky breath and nodded. He sat normally and looked at me questioningly, I chuckled sadly. Come on Hazza, go get ready. We have Care for Magical Creatures first thing after breakfast. That should be fun. Harry groaned and flopped back on the bed. But I don't wanna get ready. I sighed, but a small smile played on my lips. Ok then, I'll get you ready. I snapped my fingers and Harry was washed and clothed, his glasses resting on his disgruntled face. I snickered and gestured him forward, "Let's get you fed Hazza." Harry smiled and walked with me down the corridors to the Great Hall.
I watched as Harry ate his cereal, thinking to myself. I let my eyes wander the hall and they zeroed in on the house points, more specifically, the fact that Gryffindor was in last place. My interest piqued and I turned back to my little twin. "Hey Harry, I might be the first one to notice this, but we are in last place for houses." Harry's head shot up with his eyes wide. "What?!" He spoke too loudly and I saw a blush dawn his face as everyone looked at him. He weakly pointed at the house system and the rest of the Gryffindor table erupted in chaos while the Slytherins laughed and the other houses did nothing. McGonagall stood up tall at the owl pedestal and shouted, "Quiet!" When the rest of the hall quieted down, she began to speak again. "As you all now know, the Gryffindor house lost a total of forty points last night due to a poor prank placed by Mr. Weasley. His punishment has already been dealt, and everyone may proceed as normal. Thank you." Mrs. McGonagall stepped down and walked over to her seat at the Professors' table. Harry turned and glared at Ronald. "Ron, why'd you pull a prank last night? Now we're in last place!" Ron stopped chewing on his doughnut and glared back at Harry. "Well I'm sorry, I was just trying to save everyone from a vicious creature that he," cue finger point at me, "brought here." I put my hand to my chest in mock innocence. "Me? Why would I ever endanger the lives of my fellow students?" Ron noticed everyone was watching the conversation and smirked smugly. "Because you're a death eater." I scoffed. "I already told you. I don't eat death, nor do I follow the path of darkness." Ron quirked his eyebrow. "Oh yeah?" I nodded my head, and Hermione jutted in. "Then why are you wearing a glamour spell?" I hummed to myself and smirked sadly. "So the brat finally noticed. I'm wearing a glamour spell so as not to frighten the young ones. I would hate for people to run scared from me, just at a glance." Hermione glared at me. "What could possibly be so scary? You're just a kid, Harry's been through more than any of us. He's even died!" She smirked and I gave her one right back. A few shouts of confirmation rose throughout the tables, and I nodded. Sorry Hazza. "Sadly yes, Harry has been through a lot, but I've been though worse. Compared to my life, his was a cakewalk. He may have died, but I went though hell. I know what it's like to loose people, those close and those just seen in passing. I've seen people slaughtered, tortured, ripped savagely limb from limb. But most importantly, I've been those people. I've been tortured, beaten, tricked, drugged, killed, stabbed, slashed, run right through, but that is not stopping me from helping others. So tell me, do you still want to see what lies behind this mask of mine?" Ron looked scared, but Hermione was as determined as ever, I could see it in her gleaming eyes. I sighed and lightly stepped onto the table. I looked down at a little eleven-year-old girl with kindness. "You may want to shield your eyes, little one. I am not pretty underneath this mask." She looked at me in awe and fear, then tucked her head underneath her arms. I snapped my fingers, letting my mask shatter, all pieces falling but the one covering my scar. "Sectumsempra!"