Percy Jackson and the Heir of Slytherin [Book 2]

12) Delian

I walked through the halls of Hogwarts, heading to a room I've never been in before.

Mr. Delian's office.

I knew I'd be a little late because of the pixies, I just had to hope he wouldn't mind.

Mr. Delian's room was a nice one. It had technology, unlike most of the places in this school. The couch looked really comfy, and there was a large TV against one wall.

It seemed like an awesome room.

Mr. Delian was sitting in a rolling chair, spinning. He spun a few seconds longer before noticing me standing in his doorway.

"Oh, hello Mr. Jackson. You're late," he said, smiling at me. Mr. Delian was a handsome man. He was about 21, and had blonde hair in a man bun. He was tanned and well built.

"It's Percy, and I'm sorry Mr. Delian. Professor Lockhart kidnapped some pixies so I brought them back to the Forbidden Forest," I said, standing awkwardly.

"Delian is fine, and you're good. Always put the pixies first. They're nice little things, aren't they? My sister loves them. To be fair, she loves all animals, so I guess it isn't saying much. Anyways, you can have a seat now," Delian smiled, nodding towards the comfy couch.

I sat down and Delian continued, "So, introductions today. I'm Phoebus Delian, but Phoebus is too weird, so we're just gonna go with Delian. I grew up on an island with my twin sister. I'm a pure-blood. I like the sun, music, art, and poetry. I specialize in healing and biochemical warfare. Ummmm.... I killed a giant snake once. It's your turn now."

"Oh, Uh... Perseus Jackson, but I prefer Percy. I was born in Manhattan and spent most of my time there until last year, when my mom died. I stayed with my step-dad here for awhile. I'm a muggleborn. I like swimming, drawing, uhh... Quidditch is fun. I specialize in being a student and an idiot. I got bit by a snake once. Anything else you want to know?"

Delian shook his head, "Nah. Anything else you want to know?"

"I guess not."

Delian nodded and stared for a moment before saying, "Can I see your ankle? I was told it was messed up pretty bad. It's not good for a demigod to have a busted leg. I may be able to fix it."

I nodded and Delian sat on the couch beside me, motioning for me to lift up my leg. I did and he rolled up my pants, wincing as he looked.

"What happened?"

"I broke it."

"Yes, I can see that, but how did you break it?"

"...I broke it."

Delian looked up at me and gave me a look. I just smiled awkwardly.

"Fine then. So, it obviously wasn't a normal break, if nectar and ambrosia couldn't fix it. Add in magic and it's worse. Ummmm.... you ended up with a broken arm too. And scars. Which meant the other person must have had some sort of a weapon, but he did not. So, your own sword, perhaps? And if you didn't have your sword, then you were taken down. And the Stone was in the Mirror. You knew how to get it. So torture. Your ankle was twisted around that night, wasn't it?"

I stared at Delian with surprise, "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't. I may be able to fix it, though. Can you lie down for me please? I'm going to put you under for a bit."

My eyes widened, "No, no, it's fine. Really. You're a therapist, not a doctor, so I'd prefer to just keep the limp."

Delian frowned, "I'm a therapist and a doctor. And you don't have a choice anymore. Goodnight."

I was immediately exhausted. I didn't know how Delian did it, but my mind went completely foggy.

"Lie down, Percy. Sleep."

I shook my head, struggling to stay awake. Delian just pushed me over, making sure my head was propped up by a pillow.

Still, I struggled to stay awake.

Delian frowned down at me and mumbled something. I couldn't make out what. He did, however, place his hand on my head.

I was surprised when he started speaking in Greek, "You don't trust many to take care of you. That's okay. I wouldn't either. But you'd be safer if you got your ankle fixed. I've healed worse. So, Percy, just go to sleep. No harm will come to you in this castle."

"It already did," I mumbled, but I couldn't fight the sleep any longer. I tired myself out.

When I woke up, I was still in Delian's office and it was late at night. A blanket was pulled over me, and my leg had lots of stitches in it. I was still a little dazed.

I sat up and blinked the sleep out of my eyes, looking around awkwardly. Delian was sitting behind his desk, looking at something.

When I moved, he looked up at me and smiled, "Oh! You're awake! I'm guessing you want to go to your own room. I want you to have some ambrosia and nectar before you leave, though. That way the incisions will heal faster. Tell me, how do you feel?"

"It... it doesn't hurt."

Delian smiled and walked over to me, "That's a good sign. Stand up, then?"

I did what he said. My leg didn't hurt at all. I walked around some, not limping at all. I immediately started jumping.

My stitches hurt and Delian grabbed me, "Woah, not quite there yet. Wait until it heals completely, then you can jump around all you want. Let me check your stitches, make sure you haven't ruined them. Then you can walk back to your dorm."

I nodded and sat back down, letting Delian pull up my pants again. He had to redo the stitches, cause I'm an idiot, but I was happy anyways. I'd be able to jump.

I'd be able to run.

I couldn't wait. I held up my friends with my limp normally. Now I'd be able to run ahead of them.

I walked back to my dorm, a smile on my face.

"Mr. Jackson, last time you were out after hours, you got detention in the Forbidden Forest. What do you think your punishment will be this time?"

Professor McGonagall stood in front of me, an annoyed expression on her face.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, but, uh, I...."

"Well? What were you doing out of bed this time? More dragons? Or maybe mermaids?"

"I... well, um.... I was at Mr. Delian's room. I fell asleep in there. He, well, he actually helped with my ankle. It doesn't hurt anymore. I just woke up. I'm sorry."

McGonagall looked surprised and said, "I'll let it pass just this once. Go to your dorm now, Mr. Jackson. Goodnight."

Originally, I had just planned on making Percy's ankle suck for the rest of forever. Then I realized that was a bad idea. So, I very happily made Phoebus Delian, school therapist with a hot man bun. I love him dearly. Percy goes to Mr. Delian's about once a week, though it's not as clear because the book is over a span of a year. I also mentioned him in another chapter (maybe earlier, maybe later, I'm not sure and I don't want to check) where Percy called him Del. They've bonded, bros.

Anyway, hope you all had a fantastic Friday. I will see you on Sunday.