Hello dear readers! I hope you will enjoy this new piece of fiction I started. Please note this will evolve into a PErcy x Harry slash fic later on. (When Harry is 16 in this story) So for all who don't like, don't read. I don't own any of Rowling's characters or spells, not even the Harry Potter world, sadly.
Now, enjoy!
Chapter 1 Where A Song Meets A Friend
Harry Potter was a nine year old boy. He also was a wizard, but he didn't know that for his so called family never told him about that little fact. They only called him freak and punished him for his accidental magic, calling it freakishness. The nine year old had no idea what caused his teachers hair to turn blue or why the skeleton in his biology class danced around Miss Chapel when she was unfair to everyone. After all, he didn't know about his magic. The Dursleys knew, but they only saw it as a rebellion from the child. Harry was often bullied by his whale of a cousin. He couldn't do anything about it. If the teachers at his school told his aunt and uncle, his uncle would punish him with no food for a weak or more chores to do or a beating. It all was up to his uncle's mood at the time. Dudley was never punished for anything. His cousin was coddled and pampered while Harry had to do chores to earn his stay as his uncle would say. It wasn't fair, he thought every time they favored his cousin and neglected him out of hate for who he was.
This was his life until he turned nine years old. Most children's ninth birthday wouldn't differ from their eight or tenth birthday. Their parents would throw a birthday party to recognize that another year had passed. They would give their beloved son or daughter gifts to make them happy and feel loved. Harry had never had a party in his life. His presents, if he got one, were old socks, maybe a small amount of newer clothes from Dudley's old ones. (Mostly clothes Dudley had refused to wear.) Still, his ninth birthday changed everything for him.
The day before was extra hard for little Harry. The only way his relatives acknowledged the day of his birth was with even more chores that he barely finished in time. The night, he was back again in his cupboard. His stomach gave noise, letting him know how hungry he was. He hadn't had dinner today for burning his cousin's ham when said cousin had pushed him against the hot stove. The burn marks still hurt on his tiny hands.
I wish I could fly away, Harry thought. A bird's life would be better than this hell hole. Harry dreamed of flying away, his feathers a midnight black with a green tinge to them. He flew far away until his wings hurt and then he landed on soft grass and slept peacefully.
When he woke up, he noticed something was different. The world was much bigger than it had been before. He also wasn't in his cupboard anymore. Cars could be heard rushing over him. Curious, he cocked his head and looked up. He was under a bridge. The sky was clouded and the air heavy with the promise of rain.
Harry had o idea how he came to be under a bridge and not his cupboard under the stairs. As he looked around curiously, he noticed his reflection in the muddy water of the river Themse. He wasn't a human boy anymore, but a beautiful bird! In awe at his appearance, he approached the water's edge. His feathers were midnight black with green tips and his tail feathers were longer than he'd ever seen on any other bird. His eyes weren't black, but still very human. They were their emerald green he possessed since birth.
Still frolicking in his new found freedom, however strange the whole situation was, he decided to fly around. It was time for him to explore the world, something he never could while living with the Dursleys!
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Percy Weasley was a silent thirteen years old. His older brothers all had been loud and rebellious at this age. They would climb in trees or fly on their old brooms and play Quidditch or find ways to hex their owl Arrol so his feathers would glow in the dark like this new muggle invention of glow sticks his father had told about. No, Percy was different. He liked to read all kind of books, especially about politics. His goal was to work in the ministry of magic one day, like his father. Not as a muggle accidents investigator, like Arthur Weasly, though. As someone worthy of attention! His brothers thought him boring and often made fun of him. They just didn't see how fun books could be!, he thought. They didn't understand him. They didn't know how difficult it was to be the little brother to four older brothers who would be great someday.
Percy was sitting in the grass, his nose in one of his books about magical theory of the nineties, when he heard it. A soft trilling noise. It sounded weak, but so beautiful and sad, Percy couldn't believe for a short moment that it was even real. It sounded again and the boy stood up, dusted off his trousers, and searched for the bird whose trilling he had heard.
The bird in question was found under his mother's bush of pink carnation. His mother loved the plant for its various meaning throughout the world's cultures. It could mean love and death, or symbolize the power of a divine goddess. It was a powerful incredient for some potions, the boy had read in his potion books, but only if it was used right. Like a two bladed sword it could work one way or the other. Either a cure or a poison. Percy liked the flower, even if it was girly, his brothers would say. The dramatic flair of such an innocent looking plant…
Shaking his head, the boy looked down on the poor little bird whose soft trilling had brought his attention to the carnation in the first place. It looked a lot like a raven, with its black feathers. The size was that of one, but the similarities stopped there. The bird was like no other, his aura of intelligence and power radiating from the small body, and the long tail feathers like the tail of a comet. The green tips seemed to glow like little flames in the midday sun.
Many wizards would have seen the bird as dangerous, dark or the product of a mishappen spell. Percy Weasley saw a friend.
"Hi, little bird." He whispered, so he wouldn't scare the petite bird. "I'm Percy. I'm going to take care of you, okay? So you don't need to be afraid."
Intelligent emeralds looked up, the long neck moving in fluid motion. Percy could now see the odd angle which the left wing possessed. It must be broken, he thought.
"You poor bird. You must be hurting pretty bad!" he exclaimed.
And not waiting for the bird to protest, he carefully snatched him from under the pink flower bush and took him to his mother, intending to care for his little friend. The outcome of this act couldn't have been predicted, not even from the best seer in the world.
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Harry was scared. After having flown so long without rest, his new body had given out on him. His muscles weren't used to so much exercise, after all. The crash into the nice smelling flowers had hurt and something in his left wing had snapped. Now he had no other choice but to lie still, in the hopes of not getting discovered by some stray cat that would eat him as its lunch. Trilling sadly, he'd unintentionally gotten the attention of a boy with flaming red hair.
The boy seemed nice. He saw how miserable Harry was and took him in his arms. They went to the house. So he must have crashed in a garden. It wasn't like the clean cut hedges and rose bushes of his aunt's, so he hadn't recognized the wild tundra as one. The house was equally unlike his previous home. How could it even stand, was his first question. The house seemed like straight out of a fantasy novel.
"Mom, look what I found in the garden! He was under your carnation bush and he's badly hurt!" the boy shouted. A woman with red curly hair entered to what appeared to be the kitchen area.
"Percy Weasley! What in Merlin's name let you to shouting through the whole house? You know that Ginny needs her sleep and how dare you wake her—"
She stopped her rant when she saw the miserable bird perched in the red head's arms. "Oh, my! What a poor little thing!"
"He's hurt his wing, mom." Percy said.
"Well, it's really thoughtful of you to bring him inside. Who knows what might have gotten it outside. Let's take a look at that wing."
She carefully touched the appendage and Harry involuntarily twitched from the pain.
"I'm sorry little bird, but I need to know if it's broken. Here! It is broken, but that's fixed in a minute or two."
She took out a thin wooden stick and pointed it at the broken wing.
"Episkey."
Harry noticed a weird feeling in his left wing, until it didn't hurt at all. The woman had used magic! It was real! Harry moved his wing, stretching it to see if it was fully healed.
"Now, let the bird go, Percy. Bring it back to weher you found it."
"But mom! He is my friend!"
"Percy! You're always so reasonable. This bird isn't a pet. It's a wild animal."
Harry decided to get his opinion into the argument. Not being able to speak directly, he climbed onto the boy's shoulder, careful not to hurt Percy. On his new perch, he looked at the woman daringly, as if to say: This is my place. Here, I will stay.
Molly Weasley sighed. "If even the bird wants to stay, then I guess it's okay. But he's your responsibility, Percy."
"Thank you, mom!" the boy shouted and hugged her. The matriarch smiled warmly, happy to see her third son this excited about the prospect of caring for his new friend. Hopefully the bird would stay.
