Begin Again Book 1.

Trio Meeting

Percy was losing his patience.

Dumbledore was just staring at them, not saying anything.  Silence was annoying.  Percy was ADHD, so he was fidgiting.

Finally, Dumbledore said:

"You three...well...you know there is something unique about you, right?"

"What do you mean exactly?" Percy asked when his cousins looked at him.

"This.  Exactly what you just did."

"What did we just do?"

"You two look to Mr. Jackson as soliders look to their commander.  Mr. Jackson, you een act like the commander.  Your eyes have sorrow burried deep.  The eyes of a person that has known extrordanary loss.  I have a feeling...a hunch, and my hunches are normally correct.  My hunch is that you three are something special, and are here for a reason.  You may not know what that reason is, but you are."

Percy cleared his throat.  "Mr. D..." Then he laughed.  Nico laughed with him, but Jason looked confused.  "Sorry.  Mr. Dumbledore..."

"Please, boys.  I have a feeling that you will be in here a lot...not for bad purposes, so please.  Call me Albus."

"Mr. Albus," Percy gave him his loop-sided smirk.  "You may be on to something.  We all have weird dreams...we have nightmares, too.  Fighting...people dying....and we feel like we know these people.  We have this sense of duty that never goes away.  We have something or someone missing in this life, although we have no idea what that may be.  I think you are right, Mr. Albus."

Albus looked at Percy in an impressed light.  "That doesn't sound like something a normal wizard would be able to feel, let alone express."

"I think we have cleared that we aren't normal, Mr. Albus."

"My hunch is that you have been sent here...but someone...to help Mr. Potter."

"Perhaps.  We all only remember anything around the time we met Harry, and then...nothing.  Maybe someone meant it to be like that."

"Mr. Grace and Mr. di Angelo, what is your imput?"

"Honestly, I think you are right.  We all have...weird instints.  One of them is to follow Percy wherever and whenever.  Both of us trust his jugemeant more than anything, and when we hear...names, we have panic attacks or something.  It's weird."

"Can you three defend yourselves if called for it?  I know you have weapons, but y=can you work without it?"

Percy smirked.  "Wanna find out?"

Albus frowned.  "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Use your magic to send dangerous objects at us.  Don't hold back, and you will see."

"You seem confident."

"For good reason."

Albus mulled it over, and although it was against his better judgemeant, he agreed.

Percy, Nico and Jason stepped back.

Albus flicked his wand, and sharp, pointy, magic items flew towards them faster than you could say: "Blue Food."

Percy smirked and stepped foward.  He only showed his cousins his 'party trick', but knew it was time to show the full extent of what he could do.

As the objects approached, Percy yelled, and a huge wave crashed into the room, and swiped the objects away.  Then, Percy smirked, and did something even more impressive.  Without a wand.

He yelled again, and the water answered the call.

Soon, he had gallons of water in a dangerous hurricane, forcing the others, including Dumbledore back.  Dumbledore waved his wand, and was amazed when the situation didn't change.  The water was supposed to evaporate with that spell, but no dice.

Percy looked and felt dangerous.  He was powerful, and could handle anything.

Percy yelled again, power could be felt in his voice, and the water enclosed him in an egg shape, and he let it rain over him, and it was gone.  And Percy was perfectly dry.

"I didn't know you could do that," Jason said, awed.

"Please, Grace." Percy shook his head.  "You could fly, and Death Breath could summon the dead, control shadows, and shadow travel.  Oh, and did I forget that you could summon lightning?"

"Well, you could do practically anything with water.  You pretty much have entire oceans under your command.  You could talk to sea creatures, and horse like creatures, and don't even get me started on when you are really angry.  Those storms..."

Albus spoke in a hushed, awed voice.  "Well, boys.  It is obvious what we are going to do here."

"And that is?" Percy asked.

"I am going to train you in the ways of magic, much more advanced than anyone in any of the years, even seventh.  I am going to wipe everyone's memory of the incident and put a fake memory there, and we are going to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"We are going to wait for Voldemort to make his move."

I'm sorry I haven't been updating this, or any of my stories.  I do have a lot of school, and over this break, it was the holidays and my birthday, so I wasn't working on anything then, so please, forgive me and excuse my errrors.  It isn't edited, so...

I'll try and update soon.

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