Percy Potter

Chapter Twenty-Three

I quickly grabbed all of my stuff and then gently started to put all of Harry's belonging's in his trunk. He was sitting on my old bed, debating which room we would most likely not die in. Since Dumbledore was dead, and Minerva was new to the position, it did not leave us with a lot of rooms that were unoccupied. The only known ones were Professor Snape's old quarters, Dumbledore's old quarters, the Shrieking Shack, and the Room of Requirement. Professor Snape's rooms would probably be well organized, but heavily guarded, so that was a no go. Dumbledore would probably have all of this old stuff in his office that would much rather be put into a museum, and since trouble finds me, I'm going to try and avoid that. The Shrieking Shack is a little too far off of the school grounds to be considered living quarters, and it is in such disrepair neither of us would want to sleep there. The Room of Requirement was a good option, compared to the rest, as it was safe to live in and was in good repair, but other students might need to use it for other reasons. I sighed as I finished packing away all of Harry's robes and necessities, coming to sit next to my baby twin. He rested his head on my shoulder and heaved a sigh as well. Perce, I don't know where we should go. All of the places are to some degree a negative to our cause and/or the safety of others. Do you think living in the Room of Requirement would be that bad? No, I just I wish I could remember some room that would allow us to have complete privacy from others, while still allowing us to be in the school. Something was nagging at me, and I furrowed my brows. Hazza, say that again. Say what again? I just wish I could remember some room for us to have complete privacy, but still have a connection to the school? My face lit up with a real smile. Harry, that's it! We can live in the Chamber of Secrets! Remember that chamber the basilisk came out of? I think it's some sort of tunnel system! There is bound to be some sort of living arrangements there if Salazar Slytherin lived in it! Plus, only we can speak Parseltongue, leaving everyone else unable to enter! I was nearly jumping on the bed with glee while Harry looked suspicious. I don't think that is actually what is down there Percy... I instantly stopped bouncing and gave him my baby seal look. Please Hazza? At least just a peak? Harry looked so lost, it took all I had not to snicker. But there's so much water down there.... I could tell I was winning. Harry, that's what magic is for. I pulled out my wand and he let his head fall off my shoulder as he sighed, a small smile on his face. "What am I to do with you?" I smirked. "You love me." With that, I grabbed our shrunken trunks and pulled Harry all the way to the second floor bathrooms, silent as a cat. We stealthily looked side to side before entering the bathroom and went to greet Moaning Myrtle. She flew from within that bathroom stall and Harry sighed lightly. I looked at her sweet little face as she uncertainly hovered. "Are you here to laugh at 'Moaning Myrtle'? I bet you are just like everybody else. 'Let us pick on Myrtle!' 'No, you idiotic moaner!' 'Do not worry, no one will miss you.' Those were the last couple of words I heard you know. No one cares for me." Her voice broke and tears pooled in her eyes, only slightly covered by her glasses. As she started to take off, I reached out my arm tenderly, like a father to a daughter. "Myrtle, why do you treat yourself so? When I look at you, all I see is a cute little ghost who met an end due to cruel others. Surely you know I would never do such a thing?" Sadness laced my voice at the thought of what happened to this small child, she could be nothing more than thirteen. Her eyes widened fractionally and she giggled. "Oh yes, you are the one from the ghost meeting. I remember you, cute, but not my type. You are much too old for me." She giggled again and I gave a small smile. Harry scooted a little closer to me and I remembered our purpose here. "Myrtle, I have come to ask your permission for Harry and I to live in the Chamber of Secrets. Would you be as to so kind to let us use your bathroom as a way of connection as well?" Myrtle looked at a loss for words, but quickly turned back to being happy. "So you will see me every day?" I smiled at her cute giddiness. "Most definitely, we must come out for classes, no?" Myrtle outright laughed and waved us onward. "You may use my bathroom as an entryway, enjoy that dank dungeon system. I believe it may need some remodeling by now." I nodded my head in appreciation and hissed at the mirror. 'Open.' The mirrors and sinks slowly grated down and to the sides as the slide from Harry's second year came into view. I smiled down at Harry, ruffling his hair. Come on, let's see our new home! Perce, we need to make sure it is safe to live in first. Don't worry, I know it is. I smirked at Harry before sliding down the passageway, hearing him follow behind me quite quickly. As I hopped out and on top of the bones, I quickly whisked them away with a handy-dandy spell. I replaced them with blue and green fluffy pillows just as Harry fell on top of them. I smiled, chuckling slightly at my twin's confused expression as I helped him up. We both dusted ourselves off and trekked through the tunnels that lead to the opening of the main Chamber of Secrets, oddly finding no water on the ground at all. I deduced that it must have evaporated after so many years. After a few more moments of walking, Harry and I both stopped at the end of the final tunnel, quietly taking in the architecture of the statue. 'Open, please.' I hissed once more and we watched as the mouth of the man slowly fell open to reveal something neither of us were expecting.