A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 3

(Edited: 30/06/2020)

Chapter 3

Percy's point of view

The remaining summer flew by, and soon enough it was September 1st and we were off to Hogwarts. Harry had spent hours pouring over our new textbooks, and I literally had to fight him for control to carry on with my usual exercise routine. Still, at last the day was here, and I think I had just about every spell up to fourth year memorised thanks to Harry.

Platform 9 ¾ was as busy as ever, packed full of students and families waving goodbye. Harry, who I had left control to, was weaving through the crowds after a quick goodbye to James and Lily. Steam was billowing out the top of the steam engine, and the sound of owls hooting, cats crying and toads croaking filled the air that wasn't already full of heart-felt goodbyes.

Finally we reached the train, and immediately sought out an empty carriage. A flick of Harry's wand kept our brother and any of his fans out, just to be safe. A quick levitation charm had our trunk safely in the racks above the seats. Finally, we sat down on the red velvet seats, watching the teeming people still outside the train.

A knock at the door brought our attention back to the present a few minutes later. It didn't take us a minute to recognise the bleach blonde hair of the Malfoy heir - Draco – who we had met in Madam Malkin's during our school shopping session at Diagon Alley. Harry motioned him in with a beaming smile.

"Hey Draco!"

'Hey!' I chimed in, in our head. Harry mentally snorted at me for that, but I ignored him.

"Hey Harry, Percy." Draco nodded his head at us, sliding his trunk into the luggage rack and sitting opposite us. "How's your summer been?"

"Good. I got all our books read..."

'And memorised!' I muttered, but Harry ignored me.

"And a few more. You?"

Draco sniffed superiorly in the typical pure-blood fashion. "You did all that willingly? Father all but tied me to my desk to get me to do the same. I escaped enough to go flying though."

"I'd love to fly..." Harry murmured. At Draco's questioning look he explained. "My parent's hadn't looked at us for about five years before we received our letter, so we never got the chance to... plus we don't own a broom."

"Never mind, first years have lessons anyway, so you'll get your chance. If you inherited your father's genes you'll do fine - I'm no fan of Gryffindor, but even us Slytherin's respect talent when we see it." Draco grinned at us when he saw our bewildered expression.

'I like Draco.' I murmured to Harry. He grinned mentally back.

'Me too.'

A thud shook the carriage as two bulky boys shoved the door open. Harry and I looked curiously at the two boys as they came in. Then sat themselves on either side of Draco, much like body guards, and glared threateningly at us.

"Who's this?" Harry commented.

Draco gave the boys a fleeting look. "Crabbe and Goyle. We've been friends since we could walk."

'Friends?' I laughed. 'Body guards more like!'

Harry nodded in absentminded agreement. Our blonde friend raised an eyebrow. "Having a private conversation?"

"What? Oh, no, Percy was just commenting on how Crabbe and Goyle seem to be more like body guards than friends." Harry smiled apologetically. "He's a bit excited today."