A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Percy Point of View

I am mortified to say that Draco won the race to the castle, even if it was because he tripped us from behind. As a demigod, we should have been aware of our surroundings and Harry at least, as a Slytherin, should have seen it coming. But still, here we are, lying face down in the mud as Draco sped by.

Snarling, leaped up and bolted after our friend, sprinting as fast as our legs could carry us. Despite our morning jogs and daily workout routine, we were stamina runners, and couldn't reach great speeds. Seriously. Even the naiads could beat us. It's humiliating!

Charles shoved us, laughing. "He got you there, brother!"

We shook our head. "Next time, Draco. Just you wait. We'll get you next time."

"Su-re you will." Draco drawled, although he did look slightly scared by the look we shot him. Grinning triumphantly, as if it were we, not Draco, who had won the race (and we hadn't just fallen flat on our face), we raised our head and strode into the castle with Draco scurrying to keep up.

We headed up to transfiguration next with Professor McGonagall. We were starting to transform living creatures into inanimate objects this years, and Harry was buzzing with excitement. Personally, I didn't care much for transfiguration, so I just sat and passively watched, occasionally being distracted by the mouse that was scurrying around on our table, a few wards preventing it from running away.

The transfiguration classroom was rather impressive, to be honest. It was a rather large room, with tiered seating, so that those at the back of the classroom could still easily see our Professor at the front. Considering that the class consisted of no more than about twenty students, there was only three rows of seats anyway. A large window lay behind Professor McGonagall's desk, with a view of the Quidditch pitch, often leaving us distracted by flying lessons, or a few of older years playing a game in one of their frees. From the walls hung multiple cages containing various birds and other animals.

It was a different room to the one that we had been taught in last year, which suggested there was probably a different room for each year, with different equipment with in it. Made sense, I supposed.

"Today class, we shall be turning animals into water goblets." McGonagall spoke up. "Your homework over the summer was to memorise the wand movements and words of the spell."

My attention was drawn back to the front as Harry gently poked me to stop my mind wandering off, and so that he could fully concentrate as well. I regained full attention just at the large tropical bird Professor McGonagall had up the front began to shrink into a goblet, it's black and white colouring bleaching out into clear crystal.

'Ok, that was pretty cool.' I commented.

'Yeah.' Harry grinned. 'Transfiguration is useful, didn't you realise that last year?'

'Well…' I trailed off. 'I wasn't paying that much attention last year. I mean, preforming the spells was fun, but the theory was repetitive and boring. We knew it all anyway.'

"Mr Potter?" McGonagall was standing right next to us. "Perhaps you would care to practise the spell, just as the rest of your classmates are?"

"Oh." Harry blushed. "Sorry Professor. We got a bit distracted."

Clearing our throat, Harry gripped his wand, flawlessly preforming the spell work. Well… It wasn't completely flawless. Unlike the clear crystal goblet that Professor McGonagall had created Harry's was made from an obsidian black crystal.

"Interesting." Professor McGonagall mused, picking up the goblet. "Did you clearly picture the goblet?"

"Yes, although I was finding it hard to picture the clarity of the crystal." Harry admitted.