Wandless

Nightmares of my Nephew

Sirius

I was sitting in the kitchen alone. All the others had gone up to bed, Percy's cousins went to their own apartment. They lived right next door at Grimmauld Place 13, something about making unlucky, lucky.

They acted oddly, almost bipolar, but I decided not to judge Sally's lover's side of the family. I like how protective they were of my nephew, after the conversation we had, it sounds like he'll need some people who understand him.

I can't believe Harry would let his pride and jealousy get in the way of his ability to think. Just throwing around accusations that could have had awful results, which it did. The audacity of my godson.

I had sent them both to bed early because I'll be taking them to Diagonal Alley tomorrow to get school supplies. Percy got his letter in America, but the problem was that his cousins insist on paying his expenses.

So now I was alone, with the lights in the kitchen dimmed. It was silent and almost early morning, but I heard that this time was the best time to think. Fred told me that Percy's girlfriend had died barely even a week before Sally.

He said that they were literally meant for each other. That my nephew had sacrificed too much for her safety. Even his sanity, but I was told that's the life of a demigod. How unfair that the parents of the child can't interfere, but anyone else could.

These guys that described themselves as Percy's cousins, were actually gods that were sent by the whole Olympian counsel to make sure Percy didn't lose it. I wasn't even supposed to know, but the gods decided that since I was taking care of their hero, I should understand.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a loud sound. Continuous thumping coming from the other room. Quickly, I jumped to my feet and pulled out my wand. I crept silently forwards, pushing the kitchen door open.

What I found was my nephew groaning at the bottom of the stairs. He lay sprawled out in a mess of limbs and a blanket and his hair was sticking up and waving hello. Percy clearly had trouble getting down the stairs in the dark. I didn't know whether to laugh or be worried. I compromised by letting out a soft chuckle cause hey, I was new at this.

Percy's eyes flew open when he heard me, he didn't look at me, but he knew where I was because of my laugh. Jumping to his feet, he pulled out a pen, gripping it tightly. My nephew stood in a guarded stance, ready for anything.

Carefully, I held my hands out in a surrendered position. Percy was breathing harshly, and his glare was so cold that it sent chills through me. He blinked a few times, not processing the situation properly.

I stood still, not daring to move in case it triggered him in some sort of way. A couple minutes went by until he lowered his pen. As soon as I felt that he knew what was happening, I let out the breath I was holding.

Percy ran his hand through his hair and let out a loud sigh. He was sweating profusely and was extremely pale in this lighting. I carefully made my way over to him and put an arm around his shoulder, guiding him to the kitchen.

Silently we sat together. I summoned a magical cup and used the aguamente spell to fill it with water. Percy took it gratefully and we continued to sit in a comfortable silence. After a while, he looked up at me again, an ocean of sadness in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Percy?" I asked him quietly.

He frowned,"I had a nightmare," he whispered.

"About what?" I prodded him gently.

He stayed quiet this time, which I got because he only just met me today. I don't know if Sally told him about me or our other brother. He was going off to Hogwarts in a couple weeks and then he would turn eighteen, I didn't have much time with him.

"Annabeth," His voice cracked.

I was surprised, I nearly jumped, but quickly restrained myself at the last moment. Tears started flowing out of his eyes. Awkwardly, I pulled him into my shoulder and wrapped my arms around him so he could weep comfortably, if that was a thing.

"What about her?" I asked him softly.

He pulled his head away from my shoulder. His face was decorated in tears and he was sniffling a bit, but the serious look in his eyes and the pain was intense.

"Do you know about Fred and Lucas?"

I nodded in confirmation, waiting for him to go on,"They're gods."

"Did they tell you—"

"I know about hell," I whispered.

"So you know what I had to do?" His voice wavered in emotion.

I nodded solemnly. I had been horrified when I was told. What this child has gone through, I couldn't imagine. I couldn't believe that he was still functioning. I totally understood why there were gods accompanying him for the time being.

"I don't regret it though," Percy stated, his eyes glazing over as he got lost in memory.

"You shouldn't," I agreed.

"If I did, that'd mean she'd forever be in pain." He added to try and convince himself.

"Yes, she would have been," I said supportingly,"You did the right thing."

My nephew buried his head into my shoulder again,"Then why do I feel as if I didn't?"

"You just miss her," I assured him.

"She's gone because of me though!" Percy cried out, pulling away once more.

"But she's at peace, and so should you be."

"How could I when I was the one who drove my blade through her heart!" The most heartbreaking sound erupted from his mouth.

My nephew began sobbing hard. His whole body was shaking and I couldn't help the few tears that escaped my eyes. The things my nephew has been through, no one can compare. Not even my godson.

"There was no other way." I reminded him.

"I could've found one." He sobbed.

"No," I said firmly, holding him at arms length,"It was an unexpected situation, and there was only two options, her death, or her forever suffering in Tartarus."

"It's so hard," Percy cried,"To know she's dead because I killed her."

"She's safe because you killed her," I soothed.

"But she's gone," he moaned depressingly.

I smiled sadly,"She'll always be with you, wherever you go. Because she loved you, and—"

"I love her." Percy finished, fresh tears falling from his eyes, and a pained cry coming from his mouth as he cried himself to sleep on my shoulder.

Once I was sure he had left this world, I carefully levitated him into the air. Supporting him up the stairs with my magic and muscles, into his room. I pushed the covers away until there was enough room for his body.

Then I set him down, and pulled the covers up to his chest. His head lolled and he shifted anxiously. I frowned, no more nightmares, go away. I wished that magic extended far enough that I could block out memories without hurting our relationship.

I walked quietly to the door. Turning back, I saw my last piece of blood family lay in a trapped mind. Sighing sadly, I quietly closed the door to leave him be. He probably won't want to talk about his tomorrow, I'll just follow his lead.

"Goodnight, Nephew..."

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