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Chapter Three: Sixth Year Begins

Penelope plopped down on a seat while Percy closed the door to the compartment, casting a silencing charm as well as a locking charm. As soon as he sat down on the seat before Penelope he turned back to his dark magnar form, slumping against the wall.

"How long were you at it?" Penelope said a bit quickly, moving the redhead to lie down in a better position on his seat.

"All morning…from seven o'clock I think," mumbled Percy, closing his eyes.

"Merlin! How long can you stay in that form now?"

"About…ten or so hours…I think it was more, I can't really remember…Penny I'm just gonna go to sleep right now," he took off his glasses and instantly fell asleep before Penelope could protest.

Sitting back down on her seat she crossed her arms and huffed.

The train began to move and the journey to Hogwarts began.

-

This could not be happening. All of the carts, all of them, FULL!

'I should have come here earlier,' Marcus thought grumpily though he was barely showing it as he closed the door to another full cart for the thousandth time.

"Neville have you seen Ron or Harry?"

"No sorry, 'Moine."

"Where on earth could they be!?"

"Did you ask Fred and George?"

"I did but they're too busy joking around."

"What about Percy?"

"Isn't he in a prefect meeting?"

Ignoring the conversation, Marcus passed the two second years and went on searching for an empty cart.

'God, I need some peace and quiet,' the Slytherin sighed as he opened the next door.

-

Penelope jumped both startled and afraid when the door slid open. What the hell happened to the locking spell!?

"Oh great it's you," she muttered angrily, easily hiding her surprise, "what do you want?"

Much to her annoyance Marcus didn't answer; just walked inside and parked himself next to her. "Peace and quiet," he finally answered.

Penelope blinked, her annoyance going back to surprise. She shook her head and glanced at the sleeping Percy. "Not here, go on and find another compartment this one's…busy!" she tried shoving him off his seat.

"You mean occupied," Marcus corrected, not moving an inch, "jeez you never calm down. I won't bother you anyway," he received a low growl from the blonde, "I could go to another compartment, but I might slip up something about Weasley," he nodded to the sleeping boy.

The Ravenclaw faltered before moving closer to the window with an angry pout. Marcus smirked a little in triumph before crossing his arms and settling himself more comfortably in his seat.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a prefect meeting?" he asked nonchalantly.

"We're skipping it and I thought you weren't going to bother me."

"Just a question," he shrugged, "you're pretty rude."

"And you don't consider nosing around people's conversations rude?"

"That was an accident," he defended calmly.

"Oh shut up."

-

It was so cold…so teeth chattering cold…

He hugged himself tightly as he walked on through the endless darkness, desperate to find any source of warm light. The light of his mate, he needed him so badly now.

"Tuh…" he smiled bitterly, just his luck to become a dark magnar, he wouldn't have minded if he would be a regular magnar but a DARK one? They barely survive without their mate! ... no wait ... magnar's themselves don't survive at all without their mate. He shuddered at the consequences of losing one. No wonder they were so rare.

'But we live in secret,' he reminded himself, his shaky legs walking on through the icy doom, 'we can't afford being exposed to anyone.' There were consequences to that too.

Before he even saw the small speck of light, he was engulfed in it, his skin warming up to the soothing touches that felt so much like silk. He sighed happily, letting the subconscious of his mate caress him softly.

"Percy…"

"Who are you?" the redhead whispered, his brain feeling foggy with familiarity and his stomach making a back flip at the sound of the voice. Why did this person sound so familiar?

"I'm-"

-

A sudden jerk from the train caused Percy to hit his head against the wall painfully, pulling him awake. He opened his eyes and squinted in the light before he spotted Penelope's sleeping head landing on Marcus's lap who was asleep as well.

How long were they out? He sat up and looked out the window blearily. It was getting dark, and they were almost through the fields.

"AAAAAHHHH!" he snapped his head to the scream. Penelope had awoken and realized where she was sleeping, thus resulting in her screaming and hurriedly jumping back to her seat, practically pressed against the window. Marcus just watched amusedly, "you tried to rape me!"

"Ugh, Merlin," the Slytherin shook his head before stretching his stiff muscles, "you can never get tired with this girl."

"Excuse me!?"

"What's he doing here?" Percy blurted out, feeling more awake and turning back to his old form too late.

"It's all right," Penelope said, relaxing a little, "he knows."

"What?" he turned back and looked at his friend questioningly.

"Well he found out at Flourish and Blotts, I meant to tell you, really, but I forgot."

"You told him!?"

"No! He overheard us, rude bastard," she glared at Marcus.

"By accident," the Slytherin frowned before turning back to Percy, "I won't tell anyone."

"How can I trust you?" his brows knitted in suspicion.

"Dunno," Marcus answered truthfully, "you can use a spell or something, that could work, there's blackmail too but I think I have the upper hand on that one. Then again there is that little hope of me forgetting because I'd have too many things to preoccupy me-"

"If you tell anyone you do realize what'll happen," Penelope said threatening.

"Actually…no," he shook his head offhandedly, pretending to think about it, "but I won't tell, give me a week or something and you'll see that Iwon't slip up anything. Besides, what the hell's a Dark Magnar?"

Percy tried to relax in front of the two bickering teens. But he couldn't, there was that pull again. His mate was nearby…so close…it was getting stronger. He swallowed and gingerly pressed his hand over his heating chest.

"Percy?" Penelope said, getting up from her seat and hurrying over to her friend, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing…I'm fi-ARGH!" he doubled over, gripping his chest in pain, it was burning. He needed air, freezing cold air!

The door slid open again, Hermione stood by the door. "Have Harry or Ron passed by here?"

Penelope quickly stood in front of Percy, hiding him from view. "No, we already told you."

Percy peered over the blonde and saw the worried Hermione standing by the doorway. No way, not her! How could his mate be her!? She was too young for him! Even though she was kind of pretty he didn't want to go around with Ron's best friend…that was just…weird…but why was the pull coming from her? Did she even feel it? She's supposed to, isn't she? Wait a minute...she was a girl!

That's when he noticed someone behind her stumble and pause, bending over with their hand over their chest. There was stifled whimper. The person shook his head and continued to walk on. The pain in Percy's chest slowly ebbed away.

"Well…I know this is really unlikely but…well there's rumors going around that there's been a car flying over the train, if you saw it, was it a turquoise Ford Anglia?"

What? Percy's ears perked up. Wait…no that couldn't be right…could Ron really be that stupid?

'He's proven it a number times before,' he rationalized, 'too bad he didn't stay as smart as he was when he was nine.' He shook his head from the memories and carefully turned to the window.

There was nothing there, just a darkening sky…

His eyes widened when he saw something square flutter into vision as it passed over a cloud…something turquoise…

Ron really was that stupid.

"We haven't seen anything, we'll tell you if we do," Penelope said, trying her best to be kind. Hermione nodded and walked away, muttering along the way.

"URGH! When I get my hands on that Ron!"

Penelope closed the door, let out a held in breath before turning to Percy. "Ok, before Miss Know-It-All interrupted, what happened?"

"I felt my mate-"

"…You mean she was your-Brainy Girl?" Penelope eyes boggled.

Marcus suddenly burst out laughing, his face going red as he doubled over in unstable laughter. Penelope and Percy stared at him in surprise; well Penelope looked a bit miffed.

"I'm sorry," he laughed, gasping for air, "that was just…funny! 'You mean she was your brainy girl'-BWAHAHAHAAAA!" he stamped his foot, laughing so hard that Percy was sure that the few birds outside were flying away from the noise.

"It-"

"HAHAHAAAAA!"

"It wasn't Hermione-"

"Hee hee…heheh."

"It was the person behind her."

"Oh you mean…" Marcus suddenly stopped himself, a smirk slowly crawling over his face.

"You saw who it was?"

"Yes."

"Who was it!?"

"You'll have to find out on your own," he leaned back in his seat, "you said you needed to trust that I wouldn't tell anyone about…what you are. Well, you can give me a week so I can prove to you that I won't tell, and if you don't find out who your mate is by then, then I'll tell you who it is."

"What are-"

"Fine."

"Percy!"

"We might as well agree with it, what have we got to lose?"

"Exposure…"

-

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, standing before the Great Hall.

Percy tuned the headmasters' voice out and let his mind wander to more important things while still looking like he was paying attention.

"To our first years, welcome, and two our older students, welcome back."

He was so close to his mate that time. So goddamn close. He laughed in time to a joke Dumbledore said that got everyone else laughing. Why didn't he just go to his mate when he had the chance!

'He's in Gryffindor, that's all I know,' he thought to himself, breathing deeply and trying not to be too noticeable in his chest pain. From the corner of his eye he saw Fred and George jeering at him, hm, Dumbledore must have already mentioned prefects.

He sighed and watched as dinner appeared before him.

"Wow this place is so huge!"

He glanced at the small boy next to Hermione. He was gazing up at the enchanted ceiling with an open mouth. Percy gave a small smile; he was never bored of first years.

The pain in his chest started to cool off. He looked around the table but saw no one leaving. He frowned at his empty plate, maybe his mate wasn't in Gryffindor.

The ebbing pain in his chest left him, instead it started tickling him, lightening his mood quickly. He bit his lip to stifle the bubbling laughter, but it was no use, he exploded in laughter, grabbing everyone's attention. The happy sensation diminished and he was left looking at his plate embarrassedly, the back of his neck going red. That was the only place he couldn't disguise, his neck. He just figured it was his mark, like every dark magnar.

After that his chest wasn't burning anymore, but there was the hint of sadness in it, from him or his mate, he didn't know. He looked back at the staff table in time to see Dumbledore and McGonagall leaving with Snape.

"A flying car I don't believe it."

"Unbelievable!"

"Do you really think they did it?"

"What if they get expelled?"

Percy looked around the table and finally saw that everyone was talking animatedly about a flying car. He groaned miserably and shook his head. Ron Weasley, his youngest brother, was the dumbest person on earth!

'What'll mum and dad say?' he thought tiredly, piling his plate.

"Percy? Do you think Harry and Ron really did fly the car here?" Ginny asked quietly.

"Knowing how Ron's brain works, yes."

"That's mean! You know Ron's not dumb!"

"Have you seen his grades?" he looked over at her. She looked so tiny compared to all the first years, almost like a baby with an attitude, "besides the only time he was smart was…" he looked down at his plate and played with his potato salad, "never mind."

"What? What is it? Tell me."

"Forget it," he said sharply. The little redhead sighed and began to eat.

"Honestly, the stories these people come up with," scoffed Hermione, "Ron and Harry flying a car here! Ha!"

-

"First years follow me!" Percy called commandingly when the feast ended, "two lines please!"

The small eleven year old children scurried off their seats and walked over to him and the other prefect, all forming two straight lines rather slowly for the dark magnar's liking.

"Come on, quickly!"

"Calm down there Perce!" Oliver patted him on the shoulder. Percy couldn't help it, he doubled over when his chest suddenly heated up, but it wasn't painful, just warm, it went away quickly. He turned back only to see Oliver walking away with Kate and Angelina, talking seriously about what had to be Quidditch tactics.

"Oh my god," he squeaked, realizing what just happened.

"You okay?"

Percy yelped at the small voice before realizing that there were first years waiting to be led to their dorms. Standing straighter and taking a deep breath, he walked out of the Great Hall with the first years behind him.

God this year was going to be awful…

-

It didn't take him long to wait for Ron and Harry to come to the common room, and it wasn't hard to tell if they arrived or didn't, once the portrait door was open everyone went into an uproar and started crowding around at the door. Most of the second years at least.

"Brilliant!" Lee Jordan yelled, "inspired! What an entrance! Flying a car right into the Whomping Willow, people'll be talking about that for years!"

'That's true,' Percy bit back a grin.

"Why couldn't we've come in the car, eh?" said the twins.

'Yeah, me too!' he tried to keep his face straight and stern as he made his way to the two 'heroes'.

"Got to get upstairs-bit tired," Ron said, pushing his way through the crowd.

"'Night!" Harry called over to Hermione who was scowling.

"Those two-ugh!" the bushy haired girl marched over to the girls dormitory.

The crowd began to dissipate as everyone decided it was time to go to sleep. Percy sighed and looked around the crowd spotting Oliver with Fred and George near the fireplace. Good, he still had time. Hurry up the boy's dormitory he pulled out his wand when he reached hisdormand quickly changed into his pajamas.

"Whoa, what's with all the hurry?" laughed his dorm mate, Nathan, who was changing into his own pajamas in a slower manner.

"I'm very sleepy," he pulled the bed hangings around the bed leaving Nathan with a bewildered look.

"Nutcase," sighed the teen, turning to his own bed.

Percy pulled out his wand and cast a silencing and barrier spell. Pulling the covers over him he took a few deep breathes before releasing his long grip on his disguise and turning back to his true form.

Exhaustion overwhelmed him, panting, he fell back heavily on his pillow and gratefully closed his eyes for sleep.

The door opened and Oliver walked in with another dorm mate, Vincent.

"He went to sleep already?" Vincent said, looking at Percy's bed.

"I know, that guy's gonna get it one of these days," Nathan shook his head; "he doesn't know how to loosen up. So how did your summers go?"

Oliver, who had been staring at the bed because of a faint pull at his chest, turned away and answered the question.

-

How are you holding up?

Percygulped down his coffee before pulling out his quill and ink from his bag and writing a message underneath the first.

Bloody exhausting, I bet you anything that mum willsend Ron a howler, and I think I know who my mate is.

He passed the note behind him, Penelope who had chosen her seat cleverly behind his, received the note and read the message. She squealed and jumped in her seat before writing her message.

Who is it!?

Oliver, I think. I'm not really sure, Angelina and Katie were with him.

Well what do you know so far about your mate? Do you know if he's a guy or girl?

A guy, but I could be wrong, Dark Magnar's sometimes make mistakes when searching for their mates, on their genders I mean.

Oh I see. Well, Oliver's a cute guy, you two'd make a great couple!

Percy blushed lightly, the back of his neck going red. I told you, I'm not sure if it's him!

Denial!

No, it's called thinking!

Right, Denial Sod. Let's not tell Flint about this, after the week when we talk to him again, you'll say you still don't know who your mate is. And if he tells you some other guys name then we'll know he untrustworthy.

And if he says it's Oliver?

I'd still be suspicious but I guess we can temporarily trust him.

Ok, so it's all set. What are your classes by the way?

It went on until the end of breakfast, and just as Percy predicted, Ron received a howler from their mother.

"-IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!"

Whew! (wipes invisible sweat from forehead) nearly 13 pages, yet it was kind of boring x.x oh well, it's the longest chapter!

Next Chappy!

There will be the little trial on Marcus, should Penny and Percy trust him or not? OOoooOOOooo! lol