A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Harry's Point of View

The next morning the whole house woke early to get ready for the Quidditch match. Three-quarters of the stands were flooded with yellow and black colours, with the occasional splash of green and silver here and there. Across from where we were sitting there was some discord among the Gryffindors. Charles, Weasley and Granger had a ring of empty seats around them. Not many, of course, as the stands were practically stuffed full, but a noticeable amount. Percy frowned at that.

'What's up with the lions?'

'I don't know. Maybe there was an argument or something?'

'But wouldn't more people be siding with their Golden Boy if there was an argument?'

'Hum.'

Draco noticed our worried glances to the Lions and pocked us. "What's wrong?"

"The Lions are shunning some of their own. My brother, in particular. Something is wrong."

"Harry, Percy, Charles has been making your live miserable ever since Christmas. Why do you care?" Draco pointed out.

Percy bristled at that. "He's still our brother. And I care for him."

"Well then. Looks like we're visiting the local Golden Boy after the match." Draco flashed us a smile, his white teeth glinting in the morning light. I laughed, thanking him.

It was another hour before the match finished. By the time we had made our way out of the stands Charles was gone. Percy and I sighed.

"We'll go check the Gryffindor common room. See you at dinner?"

"See you."

We stood and watched for a minute and Blaise, Theo and Draco wandered off. A smile touched our lips as Percy pointed out how funny they looked from the back, each with their green and silver scarfs waving in the breeze behind them. Shaking ourself, I turned and headed up to the Gryffindor common room.

We weren't greeted very friendlily. For a start Slytherin had won the match, setting them even more at odds with us, but there was something else. A murmur of annoyance at our presence. Finally one of the first year boys, Seamus, snapped at us.

"Finally considering us worthy of your presence, Potter?"

"Excuse me?" Percy coughed. "Did you just say what I thought you said?"

"It's true, though, isn't it? You refused to come even near here for the first term." Dean backed up Seamus.

I sighed and Percy snapped back. "Well, it's not as if you went out of your way to make sure we knew we were welcome here, did you? Every other word out your mouth was some slander against Slytherins, or a comment on how we didn't fit in here. Maybe you should make up your minds, and decide whether or not you actually like us or not!"

"Like you?" A new voice spoke up from the corner. We turned to see Charles glaring daggers at us. "Who would like you? You just set people up to get into trouble when they're trying to help other people. You destroy other people's property under the pretence of a duel. Is there anything decent about you?"

Whispers and shocked gasps ran round the room at Charles' cruel words. Percy and I fought against the tears angrily. "We actually came to see if you were alright. You had been left alone at the match and wanted to know if everything was Ok. But clearly we aren't capable of such feelings are we, brother?"

With those winged words Percy turned us on our heel and fled the room. We ran and ran until we eventually reached a bathroom. We collapsed next to the sinks crying. The tears only fuelled my anger though. Why couldn't we ever just do things normally?