CHAPTER TWO: Harry doesn't like anything.
Harry wasn't having a fun time, no one was taking him seriously. He had just gotten back from the most stupid trail he'd ever heard of. He's being pegged a nutter, because the government refuses to see the threats around them. AND he's being kept away from the Order becuase he is 'too young'. He's fought Voldemort before, when he was twelve. He should be able to know about the man who wants to kill him.
He was fifteen, but they would let a sixteen year old they didn't know just appear here and come into the order like it was nothing. Sure he had information about Voldemort they didn't previously have, but that didn't mean anything.
And let's not forget Voldemort's grandson, who they were bringing here for Harry to protect, bringing him to Hogwarts. The guy probably was already in Voldemort's clutches now, and is going to work as a double spy. Heck, that Di Angelo guy was probably a double spy with the way he kept coming in and out of this place.
"Harry it will be alright." Hermione tried to calm him, but Harry could tell she had her doubts too.
"Whatever." It's not like Harry had a choice in his own life. He went back to cleaning the dust-mites and other weird magical creatures out of the old Black mansion.
It didn't take long for Mcgonagall and Dumbledore to return, a stifled 'pop' of them apperating outside of the house. Harry looked out the window, surprised to see the Di Angelo was with them, and they had another guy, must be the grandson, Pursus, or something weird like that. It took a minute or two to get them all in, probably due to the fact about explaining the whole secret hideout rules and workings. Harry's glare deepened at the thought of sharing their hideout with a potential threat.
A few moments after the four came in, Mrs. Weasley called them all down for dinner. Sirius eyed the two boys suspiciously. He never really liked Di Angelo, something about smelling like death. Percy had the scent lingering on him- like he spent too much time with the other boy, or had been around people dying- but the main scent was like the ocean breeze. It calmed Sirius, making him want to relax, befriend this boy for good times and laughs. Next to him, he could tell that Remus was feeling the same way.
"Everyone, this is Perseus Jackson. If you don't already know, he is 'You-know-who's' long-lost grandson. He will be staying here and attending Hogwarts for his own protection. And everyone here remembers Mr. Nico Di Angelo. He will be accompanying Mr. Jackson." Dumbledore introduced. I was about to protest. How can Dumbledore trust this kid, who we've only known for a month, to be trusted with Voldemort's grandson. "By Mr. Jackson's request in exchange for leaving his life and family behind."
"You can just call me Percy." Voldemort's grandson, honest-to-god, blushed, stepping sheepishly behind Di Angelo, their fingers intertwined. "Why do they call you 'Mr.' Neeks? Makes you sound like some old business person." Nico snorted. "It's because you're italian, isn't?"
"Yes, Mio Gattino, that is exactly the reason." Harry might have puked a little in his mouth. So they were dating, did this strengthen the theory that they were apart of Voldemort's following? That they were Death-Eaters? Or did it loosen it? If Voldemort hated people by their blood, would he hate them for their sexual orientation?
"Alright, everyone sit down. I thought Nico was thin, oh deary what do they feed you at home? Air?" Molly exasperated, flicking her wand and both boys were planted into a seat next to Harry.
"It's not a big deal." Percy said, his cheeks glowing even more red. "I just don't eat."
"Don't eat? What kind of crazy thought is that?" Ron snorted, already digging into his meal.
"Trust me, even if he did eat, it wasn't like he was any less skinny." Nico smirked, getting whacked in the shoulder by his shorter boyfriend. "What? I'm pretty sure you never had baby fat on you. I'm sure if you really tried, it's be the one thing you fail at."
"Besides school." Percy laughed, picking at the mashed potatoes, and peeling off a bit of the breading of the chicken, popping it into his mouth.
Harry was taken aback, not sure how to react to his nemesis's grandson being automatically so friendly, unnaturally friendly. It was probably just some sort of act on their part. They probably don't even like each other.
"So, how did you two meet?" Hermione asked, probably thinking the same thing as Harry.
"Percy crashed my school's dance when I was ten." Nico explained.
"Why would a nine year old crash a school party?" Harry asked. The two looked at Harry like he was crazy, only to look at Percy and sigh.
"I was dragged along." Percy mumbled. "My older cousin had to babysit me, uh, and she brought me along." Hermione nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer.
"When did you two start dating?" She asked. Percy looked down at his plate at this question.
"A little over nine months ago." Nico explained. "Percy asked me, and how could I say no to that face?" Harry couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the disgustingly adorable display they were putting on. Nico was always so stoic and glare-y. It was weird seeing him now.
Dinner went about the same, people asking Percy and Nico questions that they answered. It took a while for Harry to realise that their answers were vague enough, that it didn't have to be true. If they weren't actually dating, Harry could possibly ask them the questions again, to see if they gave different answers. It was an hour or two of talking before Mrs. Weasley decided it was time for the 'kids' to go to bed when Percy couldn't go a minute without yawning, slumping down onto Nico. There were some protests, but Mrs. Weasley reminded them that they were going to Diagon Alley in the morning, so they best head up to bed.
"Get up." Nico sighed.
"No." Percy mumbled. Nico just shook his head, mumbling like 'all the time', and picked Percy up himself, letting the other cling to his back like a little kid. Nico walked up the stairs, two at a time, his arms locking Percy's legs to his side, and Percy wrapped his arms around his chest for support.
"I really hope they aren't evil." Ginny said with a yawn herself. "They're far too cute to be evil."
