Percy Potter

Chapter Twenty-One

Harry yawned as we walked back to the dorms from dinner, leaning his head on my shoulder for support. I rubbed his back as we walked, cooing. "Did little Harry have an exhausting day? Does he need me to carry him up to bed?" Harry cast a glare at me while he yawned. "I'm not that tired. I just can't stop thinking about what is going to go down." I sighed and pushed him into me for a second. I made sure to catch his eyes with mine and gave him a hard look. "Hazza, you need to lighten up. Sure, we have to fight again, but this time you have me. I'll protect you down to my very last drop of blood. Nothing can stop me from being with you." As I said those few last words, little lights came from my skin and sparkled all around us while Harry looked on in wonder and awe. I chuckled, ruffling his hair as my mood lightened for the first time in a few months. Harry dazzlingly smiled at me and I felt a small one grow on my face as well. "Pegasus ala." Aemilia gave us a motherly smile and nodded her head. "Of course, my dears." We walked into the common room and straight up to our dorms after seeing that Ron was exaggerating  his story of what happened last night, no doubt trying to make me look like a lying death eater. Harry and I quickly got undressed and pulled on our pajama pants. We got into bed and Gizar changed into his kitten form to lay down at our feet. Harry slowly traced my marks with his fingers, and I could feel his silent question. After a few minutes of contemplation I gave in. "That one... it was from when I first told Tartarus no." I chocked up slightly, but I was awed at my ability to say his name once more, and I felt hope start to rekindle in my veins. Harry's hand moved to a scar right above my heart, a jagged slash that had come from one of my many torture sessions. "That was from when I badmouthed Gaea when declining his 'humble chance'... You don't insult a primordial's wife and get away from it unscathed." I chuckled and leaned into the pillows, pulling Harry into my side more. He traced a little G behind my left shoulder blade, making me shiver. "That was the first time Gaea actually made an appearance, and she... she..." I felt tears in my eyes for the first time in a long time, and I dug my face into Harry's black locks. I felt Harry probing my mind and I couldn't pull up a wall before he found the information, all of my shame. I felt cold tears on my chest as he cried, knowing his twin was no longer innocent. I closed my eyes and hardened myself against the unwanted memories, locking them away in the deepest recesses of my mind. With my mind eased, Gizar and I slowly calmed Harry as we all drifted off to sleep.
Over the next few days the students began to get used to their classes... and the amount of homework that came with them. I was eternally grateful to Lady Hecate for giving me the Wizarding World knowledge because without it, I fear my grades would be no where near acceptable. Harry and I grew closer together, and no one gave us odd looks anymore, but there were a ton of suspicious ones. I still hadn't eaten anything, but that was normal. It did not matter anyway, I was immortal. Ron was also trying to turn the older Gryffindors on us, or me, to be more exact, but he was failing. He kept spouting lies about how I was a death eater that tricked McGonagall to get into the school and the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor, how I was out to get Harry and that I already had him under my spell, most-likely being the Imperious Curse. No one believed him though, and Harry was growing sick of it. Luckily, we had something to distract us with since we were still trying to figure out exactly how Gizar can change into so many different animals. But, Harry and I began a daily routine admits the chaos, and I was grateful for it, for no matter how much adventure I have had in my life, I believe that when I am in control is best and most relaxing for me. We would wake up, shake off any bad dreams we could have possibly had, get ready, eat breakfast in the Great Hall, have four classes, eat lunch, have three classes, take a free period, eat dinner, do homework, go to sleep, repeat. Normally this would be boring, but we made it fun with our banter. There would be a new challenge or a fight to break up. Ron was always causing them with other lions, or even the snakes. He would need to learn how to hold his tongue really soon. I smiled lightly when Gizar, in Occamy form, slithered out and onto my hands, breaking my thought process. I gently pet his feathers as he snuggled onto my left wrist. I looked over and saw Harry finishing the rest of his vanilla pudding, and I magically ruffled his hair. He look over at me and rolled his eyes while I smirked. Why do you have to keep doing that? My hair is already messed up as it is. Because it's fun, and I'm your older bro. Harry drank the rest of his water and shook his head, chuckling. Whatever. Come one, let's go. I smirked at yet another victory and gently placed Gizar in my robes pocket. I followed behind Harry, tripping him whenever he made a sound. That's another thing we started doing, I was training him in the ways of stealth and hand-to-hand combat. Harry cast me an annoyed look and tried to cast a silent feet spell, but I saw it. I tsked and waved my wand, his spell disappearing like smoke. After a few more steps when I went to trip him, Harry pivoted and punched my chest, grabbing my robes and using it as a way to flip our positions around, but what he wasn't expecting was dorms to continue our twirl and make us land back in our starting position with me mock-clutching his neck. Harry looked at me with disappointed eyes and a pouting mouth as I said, "Dead. I would have just snapped your neck if you were the enemy. Harry," I pulled him close as he sighed, "don't push yourself too hard. You only started training about two weeks ago. I'm a master and right now, you have little hope of beating me." After all, I am the older bro for a reason. I flexed my muscles while smirking at Harry as he rolled his eyes again. "I've never thought of you as arrogant." I gasped and feigned hurt with a hand to my chest. "Did you just call me Ares' nickname? You know he's a brute without a brain." Harry chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I see where it rubbed off on you." I shook my head and chuckled as we approached Aemilia once more. "Pegasus ala, Aemilia." She swung her painting to the side, "Of course Perseus." I stepped into the common room, only to be greeted with an odd sight. Harry stopped walking next to me and just stared.