A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Percy's Point of View

I couldn't help but crack up as we chucked the Stone to Dumbledore. He looked so confused it was hilarious. Even Charles, after he had gotten over the fact that he had gone after a Stone that wasn't there started laughing. Madam Pomphrey, who had previously been standing in the doorway, scowled at us.

"You lied to me." She said in an extremely annoyed voice. We winced inwardly. Rule number one of life lessons that we had learned very early on – never (and we mean never) annoy a Medi-Witch who is going to spend a lot of her time in the future healing you. It always ends badly. Always.

"Aye." I agreed in a quiet voice. "We did. But had we not, Quirrel could have stolen the stone for his master. Talk about a massive fail."

Her glare softened ever so slightly. "Well then, in this these unusual circumstances I will overlook you dreadful behaviour. Please do not put on a repeat performance or I shall not be as lenient. Professor Dumbledore, are you alright?"

"What? Oh yes, yes I'm fine Poppy. Don't mind me." Dumbledore flashed her a weak smile before turning back to us. "So boys. How did you get past all the challenges alone?"

We grinned. "Myths, schoolwork and the fact that you stole our chessboard."

"What?!" Charles squawked. "That was your chessboard? It beat the hell out of Ron when he let the Queen take him."

Harry winced and I grinned sheepishly at him. "We did tell you it had a few issues… But still! It… yeah. Sorry."

The Headmaster frowned at us. "And why didn't you return the Stone earlier?"

I retreated and let Harry do the talking for this one. It had been his plan after all…

"Well, you see Headmaster, we were a little bit more concerned about the end of our exams and our brother being here in the hospital wings… And then when we did go looking for you we couldn't find you…" Harry apologised.

The Headmaster sighed resignedly. "You studied it a little bit, didn't you?"

"Yep." Harry didn't try and deny it. "Fascinating stone, that's for sure. Did you know that the weird golden fluid it leaks can–"

"Wait, what? It doesn't just leak the Elixir of Life." Dumbledore interrupted. "You have to harvest it."

"Oh." We frowned. "Well, we were studying the magic woven into and around it when it began to leak. We collected the liquid if you want it."

Of course, we didn't give Dumbledore all of the strange liquid. We kept a few vials to study. Besides that, nothing really happened. We were put in detention for the remaining two nights before school with our godfather, who had us scrubbing cauldrons until they shone. Yeah. He was mad at us.

The end of term feast was… interesting to say the least. The Headmaster certainly knows how to make enemies of Slytherin.

The Feast started as was to be expected, the hall decked out in silver and gold, as Slytherin's were far in the lead for the winning of the House Cup. Behind the High Table was a large Slytherin Serpent. It appeared that everything was set for them to win the House Cup for the Seventh year running.

From the corner of my eye I spotted Charles walking into the Hall alone, presumably after being fussed over by Madam Pomphrey giving him a one last check-up. A hush fell over the hall as he entered before everyone started talking loudly at once, whispering about the various rumours that had been spread. He slipped into a seat next to Ron and Hermione, blushing as he tried to ignore the various individuals standing up to look at him. I smirked at Draco who was sitting across from us.