"Ron, this isn't a good idea," Hermione protested as Ron tore past the sea of endless people. Ron briefly glanced back at Hermione. "C'mon. Everyone's doing it!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just because everyone is doing it, doesn't mean it's right," Hermione stated swiftly, crossing her arms. "Well-" Harry bit his tongue. A knot twisted in his stomach. Not because of spying on the new teacher, but because of the new teacher. Rumors spread like wildfires, all different things. Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of this teacher. He wasn't sure he wanted to know more about his teacher. He kept quiet, hoping Ron would have a sudden change of heart and just wait until class started. But no. That would never happen in a million years.
"Hurry up!" Ron chided, and it took a few moments for Harry to realize that it was directed toward him.
"Um, yeah, sure. But, Ron. Realistically, what secrets are we going to learn by peeking through the door?" Harry reasoned. Hermione nodded, a grin dancing across her lips. I could see she appreciated my support. I nodded back at her, forcing an uneasy smile. I didn't have the heart to tell her my support was entirely for selfish reasons.
"Almost there," Ron murmured, approaching the door. He tiptoed up to the foyer, though no one could hear him walking, anyhow. The halls were bustling with people. Ron peered into the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" classroom. Sure, enough, a new teacher sat at the desk. Harry studied his features, trying to stifle a gasp. He looked no more than 18; not a suitable age for a teacher. Though Harry could be wrong. He did give off the vibe of experience, the look on his face was vacant and empty. He looked tired and old, though he couldn't be. He just couldn't be. He had dark black hair and a sharp stunning face. But his eyes...the sea green colour couldn't be more...nothing could really describe them.
He was talking on the class telephone, his eyes staring off into the distance. Harry wondered why he didn't just use a cell phone.
"No, no," he sighed. Harry could just barely make out a muffled response.
"Okay. It's okay. Just wrap his arm. That should stop the bleeding. I'll be there soon. Love you," he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. He was away from home. Harry closed his eyes. This felt wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. Blood. Well, wherever home was, Harry didn't want to visit. It sounded plain scary. And who was he talking to? Did he have a wife? A girlfriend? Was that his mom? Harry's mind swirled with questions.
He turned to face Ron, but he was nowhere in sight. Harry took a deep breath. He desperately wanted answers, but he had to wait until he was in the new teacher's class. That couldn't be too far off, could it? Maybe the new teacher would give some sort of explanation as to who he was, or why the heck he was talking about bloody arms over the phone. Harry smiled, satisfied at his solution. Time to wait. And wait. And wait even more.
Hey guys! So this was the first installment of Percy at Hogwarts (sorry for the lame title)! I have pre-written the first few installments so expect those in a few days. Thank you so much for reading. Please comment, review, or even follow for even more epic adventures with more fandom characters!