Apparently No Potter Has luck

Chapter 4:

Harry POV

It was then I realized how awkward that gesture was. I mean, he didn't know I was his brother.

"Sorry," I apologized, "I didn't mea-"

He held up a hand to stop me. "Don't, it's fine."

I almost sagged in relief. He at least didn't think I was weird. I think.

There was an awkward silence. Sirius decided to be the one to break it.

"So, we're wizards, just saying."

Percy stayed silent.

"I'm Sirius." He continued, holding out a hand.

"Uh... ok?" He didn't accept his hand, "I figured?"

It took me a couple seconds to understand what he meant. I burst out laughing. Sirius gave me a weird look and I just laughed harder. I couldn't help it.

"H- he means your name!" I managed to choke out before collapsing again.

Sirius's mouth formed a silent 'o'.

"I meant my name is Sirius, Sirius Black." He clarified, and Percy nodded in understanding.

"So I'm a wizard?" He asked.

"Yup, yer a wizard, Percy." I said with my best imitation of Hagrid's voice.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's with the sudden accent?"

"Inside joke." I said seriously, straightening up.

"Mmm kay..." he said slowly, inching away.

I grinned. "It's what Hagrid said to me when I discovered I was a wizard."

"Who's Hagrid?" he asked.

"Gamekeeper." I replied.

"Ok, this is all a bit confusing..." he trailed off, "but I think I have the main points?"

Percy POV

After that, Harry and Sirius explained everything about the wizarding world and Harry's life, prophecy, lord Moldyshorts, adventures, life-threatening risks, you know, the normal stuff. Apparently Harry thinks he has bad luck. If only he knew...

"So, you got it?" Harry asked, snapping me from my thoughts. My head jerked up to quickly and I felt my lungs burn with the need to cough, but I forced it back to the best of my ability and forced a smile onto my face.

"Yeah." I answered.

Harry could probably tell that I was faking a smile, because he asked; "You okay?"

I answered with a lame half-hearted thing like "sure", since I wasn't really paying attention.

He frowned at me, obviously knowing something was up. I smiled lightly at him. He just shrugged and changed the topic.

"So, are we gonna go to Diagon Alley?" he asked, the question directed at Sirius.

He nodded, "Yeah, of course. School starts in a week after all."

Wait, hold up, did he say school?

I must've had a weird look on my face of something, because I caught Harry staring at me.

"Hogwarts." He clarified.

Oh right, wizard school. Fun. Maybe it's magic enough that I won't accidentally blow it up.

I smirked, remembering all of the disasters that I had technically not on-purposely caused at all of the schools I had gone to. Blowing things up, flooding things, and setting thing on fire are all part of my specialty. Most things weren't actually my fault though, it was just blamed on me, since I was 'the only person there'. Yeah, sometimes I do hate the mist. Then again, I don't really like school. Great. Now I'm not sure whether or not to thank the monsters for getting me out of school, or hate on them for getting me kicked out. I'm settling for both. I thank them for getting me out, but hate them for trying to kill me. Yeah, that sounds about right. Real normal internal argument right there you know? but it's still such a tough decision.

"Kay we're leaving." Harry declared loudly, getting up.

I stood as well, grabbing my pre-packed bags, ready to follow him to like, a car or something. But no, wizard are apparently like gods, they have their own fancy way of travel, since Sirius simply held out an arm.

I carefully held on, seeing Harry do the same.

A sudden sensation started at the pit of my stomach as we... I'm gonna call it teleporting, to wherever this 'Diagon Alley' was.

When the nausea tamped down, I opened my eyes to find myself in a mansion. Was this Diagon Alley? Not what I was expecting, but okay.

"Welcome to the Black manor!" Harry exclaimed.

Ok, not Diagon Alley. I was apparently wrong.

"Aren't we supposed to go to Diagon Alley?" I asked, hoping I had pronounced it correctly.

Both Harry and Sirius snorted.

"You expect me to make you lug those bags around?" Sirius asked, chortling.

I shrugged. "Who knows?"

Harry smiled, probably amused by my comeback.

Honestly, my bags weren't that heavy. My duffel bag had just clothes and necessities, and my backpack had my I-pod (I had discovered that that signal didn't attract more monsters), a set of earphones, a rechargeable battery, a bag of ambrosia, a canteen of nectar, and a pack of gum. It really wasn't that heavy.

"Your rooming with Harry for now." Sirius said, pointing at the staircase, "Harry can show you."

"Yup." Harry confirmed, motioning for me to follow him up the stairs. I followed him.

Left, right, another left. That's where the bathroom was, Right, left, third room on the right. No way I'm going to remember all that.

Harry plopped down on the bed on the left, grinning widely, so wide in fact I was surprised his face didn't split in two. "Home sweet home." He declared, laying down and burying his face in the pillow.

I sat down on the other bed, which I assumed was mine, and took out my I-pod and earphones.