Last chapter! Pay close attention. Enjoy!
Clue to my question – The first song Percy and Harry will play is from a Vin Diesel movie by Good Charlotte.
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Against all odds, the glass glowed and the basilisk hissed. Pain…kill….
The glow died down and there was only silence.
"So, who's gonna go and check?" Ron whispered. Harry humoured him and took out his lucky knut.
"Heads, I'll go. Tails, you do the honours."
The result came as Heads and Harry raised himself, but Ron pulled him down.
"Are you mad?!"
"Are you doubting your own magic?" Harry retaliated.
Ron glared at him and Harry sighed, "I can't hear the basilisk moving. I can't hear it talking. I won't look at its eyes or the reflection, but if I do, the worst that could happen is me being petrified. You, on the other hand, will die. And we can't wait here forever."
Ignoring Ron's sounds of protest, Harry looked up and saw the giant body of the deadly snake completely immobile. Like a terrifying statue, its petrified head was staring at the newly transfigured mirror, looking at its own reflection. Harry forced himself not to look higher. He waited for a few moments before climbing out of the small space. Ron got out after him and they looked at the Basilisk.
"I really thought we were going to die, you know?" He said quietly. Harry nodded. For one moment, he did so too.
They walked away from the snake and when they reached the tip of its tail, Ron exhaled, looking a bit relaxed.
"You do realize that we have to find Ginny, don't you?" Harry said, suddenly turning around. He stopped.
Ron turned around too and stared at his sister who was standing and watching them. But it wasn't her. It couldn't be. The girl standing there and pointing her wand at them wasn't Ginny. Her eyes were red and filled with anger. Both Ron and Harry had seen red eyes like those before.
"Hello Tom." Harry said. Tom glared at them, "The three of you are not going to leave this floor alive."
Ron seemed to be speechless as he watched his own sister speak with such hatred.
"Let her go." Harry said, suppressing his raising anger.
Her eyebrows raised slowly. Suddenly, her body shivered and Ginny collapsed. Ron rushed to her but stopped when a familiar looking boy came from her. His body shimmered as though he was a ghost, but a bit clearer than a spirit.
"You can't help her, anyway. She'll die in a few minutes and then the both of you can follow her." Tom said smirking. Harry clenched his wand and pointed it at Tom. But he wasn't even sure a spell would hit him or not.
Ron kneeled beside Ginny and lifted her to his lap. He gave Tom a hateful glare and said, "Should've known you were behind this. Who else would do something as mental?"
Tom hissed at him. Harry stood beside Ron, wand still in hand.
"You are a pureblood! Act like it!" Tom snarled at Ron who glared back.
"If being a pureblood means killing people, I'd rather be a Blood Traitor!"
Harry's respect for Ron rose.
"Your family will suffer for your words. Their deaths will be on your head!" Tom said and looked towards the petrified basilisk.
"Fight!" He hissed in parseltongue. Harry and Ron stared at the snake whose body suddenly shuddered.
"A basilisk actually cannot petrify itself. It's being held by its own magic. Once it's free, I will rid Hogwarts of all the Mudbloods and finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work!"
"You haven't finished it this time!"Harry said angrily. "The ones who are already petrified will wake up in about a week, unharmed."
"I'm just getting started, Potter!" He spat. Tom leaned towards Harry and then tried to look at his scar.
"You won't survive. I will promise you this."
A hiss came from the basilisk. The tail moved a bit before staying solid again. Harry pressed his lips together. He couldn't attack Tom. But how were they going to escape the snake a second time?
"What are you?" Ron asked holding Tom's gaze.
"A memory. Preserved in a diary for fifty years." There was a tone of gloating in his voice.
"You killed Myrtle, didn't you?" Ron surmised and Harry saw, out of the corner of his eyes, that Ron made a small motion with his fingers. Harry frowned. Ron's thumb and index fingers were rubbing against each other, the way he would when he played a chess match.
He was sending a signal. Harry noticed that Tom seemed to give more attention to Ron as the red head asked questions that put the culprit under the spot light.
Harry took two careful steps back. Tom didn't notice him.
"That's why you framed Hagrid. You didn't think they'd shut down the school and send you back to your muggle orphanage, did you?" Ron asked smartly.
Tom glared at him. His body looked more solid and his blue eyes had a glint of red in them. "Yes. Dumbledore was the only one who seemed to think he was innocent."
Ron gave a smirk, "Bet Dumbledore saw right through you."
"He kept an annoyingly close watch!"
Harry held his breath and reached for the hilt in one of the knight's armour. As quietly as possible, Harry took out the long sword without disturbing the conversation. He now saw what Ron was doing. Tom clearly liked boasting about himself. Ron was using this to keep the attention away from Harry.
Harry flexed his arm and clutched the sword tightly. As much as he wanted to run it through Tom, he was sure it wouldn't do much damage to the spirit. He took one look at the basilisk and made up his mind. Slowly, but surely, he walked towards the snake. The huge body kept flinching as though it was in pain. Harry kept his eye trained on the head determined to ride the sword into the head. But since it was raised, he had to settle for the neck.
If he could impale the snake to the floor, there was a possibility that he could kill it, indefinitetly. Harry clutched the sword and walked towards the twitching body. Suddenly and hiss emanated from the snake and it shook its head violently.
Harry ducked as it the basilisk tried to lunge at him. It barely missed. It's head was the only movable part, but not for long.
Tom turned around and stared. "What are – "
Harry called on his father's Core. Strength filled his bones, muscles and skin. Raising the large sword, Harry pushed it through the snake's neck, driving it to the floor.
In the next moment, the tail came swinging his way. It crashed against Harry's body. He flew into the opposite wall which crumbled, but he didn't feel much pain. He did hear a crack come from the tail as though one of the snake's bones had broken.
Was he seriously that strong?
Tom let out a hiss and snarled, "Kill him!"
The snake shook its head trying to weaken the sword's fixation. Harry ducked its gaze as it swiveled around.
Tom glared at him and turned back to Ron who had half-lifted Ginny up, trying to carry her. The spirit reached down and picked up her wand. Pointing it at Ron he said, "You're first."
Before Ron could react, Tom let out a scream of pain. Looking down, the boys saw a bronze dagger pinning Tom's hand into the wall. Ginny's wand fell out of his grip and Tom tried to remove the dagger in vain. It had been perfectly aimed.
Harry got up, keep his gaze on Tom. His aim had been perfect.
The basilisk slammed its head into the large mirror on the wall in front of it. Shards flew everywhere breaking against Harry's skin and the basilisk's scales. Harry felt his glasses breaking.
Ron stared at the chaos in horror. The basilisk was moments away from being freed and Harry was trapped in the small space. Tom was growing clearer to look at and Ginny was growing colder. Ron shifted Ginny to his left arm and reached in for his wand. But before that, a black diary fell out of her robes.
The basilisk hissed something. Tom snarled at the out of control snake, "Then bite him and be done with!"
Harry was about to panic before he heard Ron's voice shout, "Harry! Catch!"
Looking through his cracked spectacles, Harry saw Ron through something to him. He heard rather than saw the small form of a black covered book flying towards him. His seeker reflexes were the only thing that helped him catch the diary.
The basilisk lunged towards him and Harry jumped out of the way. He understood what Ron wanted him to do. The basilisk was hungry. It hadn't eaten anything for more than a millennia. Now that wouldn't do…
"Chew on this!" Harry yelled. He shut his eyes, clutched the book in his left hand and threw it in the direction from where the angry spitting and hissing noise came from. By intensely excellent luck, the diary flew into its mouth and the basilisk clamped its jaw on the comparatively small object.
Both Tom and the basilisk screamed. Harry threw himself on the ground and shielded his face from the light that came from him. There was a ground trembling 'thud' and the hissing stopped.
The silence felt deadly for some reason. Harry cracked one eye open when he heard a groan from the other side of the corpse. Tom was gone and he saw Ginny stirring in Ron's arms. The brother hugged the little girl as she started shivering.
Harry got up, keeping his eye on the siblings and walked towards them.
"Ginny?" Harry asked in a low voice. She looked up, her eyes red.
"Harry! Ron, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!"
"Shh!" Ron hugged her again and let her cry into his robes. She didn't have a scratch on her. In fact neither of them did. Harry looked at his dagger, still sticking out of the wall. Holding it tightly, he pulled it out. The slit in the wall made him feel bad. As though, he had hurt Hogwarts.
Placing his palm against it, Harry leaned on the wall and sighed.
"I'm a little tired." He commented. He had just woken up about an hour ago from an almost petrification-coma attack. Then he had killed a basilisk with a diary. It would make one exhausted.
The adrenaline was gone and Harry sat on the floor.
"You could've hit me with that." Ron said a slightly accusing voice. Harry looked up to see the Weasleys look at his dagger.
"No." Harry said flatly, staring at the blade.
"You threw it from all the way over there!"
"I aimed for his hand, not you. Ergo, it wouldn't have hit you at all."
The three suddenly heard footsteps echoing around the area. They grew louder and Lockhart turned the corner and came into view. He looked at the children before his gaze was caught by the motionless form of the snake.
His jaw dropped and he stammered, "What… what is…"
"You should know. You're the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. You're Gilderoy Lockhart, slayer of the Denmark Banshees, curer of the Slovakia Werewolf and Lord of the Yetis." Harry said, each word laced with sarcasm.
"I… yes! I am. It's just that…"
"It's a cobra." Ron said waiting for Lockhart's reaction.
"It doesn't look like a cobra. Doesn't a cobra have a hood?"
Harry and Ron exchanged a look. Ginny frowned at him. "Even I know what that is."
"I know what it is." Lockhart said in an irritated tone. "I meant to ask, what's it doing in Hogwarts?"
"It's dead. What do you think it is?" Harry asked standing up to look at him. Lockhart frowned at his question and made a strange gesture with his left hand, "A c… cobra, right?"
"Oh Merlin." Ron sighed.
"You're a fraud." Ginny said, unexpectedly. "The facts in your books are wrong."
"Excuse me? How can you give me an accusation like that?!" he asked enraged.
Ron stepped in front of Ginny glaring at him.
"You know what? I think so too." Harry said slowly waiting for Lockhart's reaction.
"You have no idea what I've been through!"Lockhart said, his hand slowly trying to take out his wand. Harry flipped out his first and held the dagger too. Ron pointed his wand at him and Ginny picked hers off the floor.
"Explain me this." Harry said. "In three of your books, you've miswritten your own age –"
"I'm 34!"
"You're 32! You were in the same year as my parents!" Harry retorted.
"No, I –"
"There's a photo of the seventh year graduation which has you in the background."
"I was a prefect! I was supposed to attend it!"
"You were neither a prefect nor a fifth year. So would you like to tell us how two years magically appeared in your life?"
Lockhart held his wand weakly as the others pointed theirs at him.
"You are a fraud. Your books were written as fiction. Everywhere you went on 'vacation', you solved a great big mystery!"
"Not everywhere! I was called by most people for help." The man said delicately.
"Most of the villages you went to were remote and the people didn't even know much of what was going on in the world. They had no clue of wizards. How could they call you?"
Lockhart finally glared at them and lowered his wand, "Fine! You're right. I didn't do a bloody thing, but the people who did were really unpleasant to look at!"
Ginny stared, "So you took credit for what they did?!"
"You should've seen them! The old man who hatched the plan to chase away that werewolf had to use a walking stick! There were two girls who realized that it was a group of banshees who were really killing the people in their villages. A woman who had a twenty cats discovered the lost treasure which was hidden by that vampire! Some of the others were actually muggles!"
"What did you do to them?" Harry asked slowly, his anger rising.
Lockhart gave a nonchalant shrug, "The mind is an intricate thing. A small prod in the right section can determine what to forget and what to remember."
"You're a Psychic. You removed their memories!"
"It was for the best. My face was much better to look at and portray as a hero. And now, I'm going to be busy writing my new novel about the 'Case of the Cobra'."
His eyes suddenly became a clear blue and he stared right at Harry. There was a slow but building pain in his head. Harry staggered and clutched the wall. Then the pain was gone. At the same time, there was a loud crash and Harry blinked rapidly to see what had happened.
Lockhart was on the ground with a knot on his head. The knight that had been motionlessly standing by the wall and raised his iron fist and slammed Lockhart on the head.
Ron grabbed harry and steadied him.
"You okay? Do you remember my name?" Ron asked shaking Harry slightly.
"Yeah, Ron. Don't worry. Pain's gone." Harry assured him. He got up shakily and saw Ginny was pressing her hand against her temples as though she had gone through the same pain.
"It didn't affect you?" He asked Ron.
"I actually looked away from him. He needed eyes contact to work his Core. I looked towards the suit of armour and it knocked him out! You gotta love Hogwarts."
He helped Ginny up. Harry flipped the dagger back into his bracelet.
"How –" Ron began, his eyes wide. Harry shook his head, "Not now."
"Fine. What do we do with that?" Ron said in disgust, pointing at the dead basilisk.
Ginny looked away from them and stared at the other end of the corridor. Harry gave her a glance before saying, "That's not important. Ginny? How did you get it in the first place?"
She turned around and whispered, "It was among my other books. I found it after the feast, on the first night. It was in my bag. I thought it was one of the unused secondhand books for rough work."
Harry scratched his temple. "Well, we need it, now. To show it to Dumbledore."
"I'm going to get expelled, aren't I?" She asked in a small voice.
"No!" Ron said at once.
"Of course not. Headmaster's probably going to offer you a Sherbet lemon and send you to the Hospital Wing." Harry said easily. Ginny gave him a tentative smile.
"That diary's gonna be a bloody mess. I mean, basilisk venom is seriously dangerous." Ron muttered craning his head to see past the huge mid portion of the snake.
Harry too out his wand and flicked it in the direction of the snake's head, "Accio Diary."
A mangled mess flew towards them. Ginny shrieked and stumbled out of the way. Harry dodged it as it hit the wall and lay on the floor motionless.
There was one scorched melted hole running through the diary and ink was splattered across it.
"You'll never see it again, Ginny." Ron assured her. She nodded and looked at it, saying, "I never want to see the basilisk again, either."
"Done." Harry said and pointed at the large tail.
"What are you doing?" Ron asked warily.
"Sending it home." Harry said. He flicked his wand, imagining strands connecting the body to the tip of his wand. Holding it with both hands, Harry brought the wand heavily and speedily over his shoulder and pointed it at the opposite end of the corridor.
The three of them ducked and pressed themselves into the wall as the body went sliding on the floor and hit the other wall.
"Levitate it." Harry told Ron gesturing to the diary and ran towards the snake. Pulling the tail towards the abandoned girl's bathroom, Harry stared at the large hole gaping at him. One of the basins was missing and there was a deep tunnel in it.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked him and he looked up to see Moaning Myrtle floating near the ceiling staring at the strange sight of a second-year sliding a snake.
"Dragging a corpse."
"I can see that."
"Then why'd you ask?" Harry questioned as Ron and Ginny ran over to his side. He gave pulled again and ducked to the side as the body fell heavily into the tunnel. There was a low echoing slam of the snake falling into the Chamber of Secrets.
Ginny reached over and turned the tap of the basin that had lowered itself. It rose slowly, making a dull roar as cement hit concrete.
"Who wants to guess the password to Dumbledore's office?" Harry asked after exhaling.
The week was filled with nothing but gossip and rumours of what exactly happened. Harry, Ron and Ginny had told the staff and Headmaster what really happened. The only other students who had full knowledge of the events were Hermione and DJ.
Lockhart was still in the Hospital Wing as his head wasn't fixed up yet. Harry preferred him there.
Warped versions of the mysteries on the Chamber of Secrets' monsters were spread by the media and printed in the Daily Prophet every day.
It was for that sole purpose, DJ had a letter from Rosalie McCarty.
Dear Daniel J. Potter,
Since neither you nor your cousin have replied to me, I assume that you have no wish to be in contact. If that is the case, then this is our last correspondence.
Thank you for being patient as to read my letter. I have read the papers and am glad to hear that no inhabitant of Hogwarts have been harmed permanently. I do hope you are alright and am glad that you are safe.
I realize that you're lack of reply might have something to do with the confusion of my age and appearance. I assume you have the Potter family book and have looked me up. I am willing to explain face-to-face. But if you aren't interested, I truly don't mind.
At the moment, my family is traveling and so if you do wish to reply, you can deliver a letter through your Headmaster. Albus knows how to reach us.
If not, this is our last written conversation and so I wish you good luck in your future.
Mrs. McCarty.
"I actually wanted to reply. I mean, she knew my Mum." DJ said slowly, after reading the letter. Harry leaned back against the bed post of DJ's bed.
"Why didn't you?"
"I was afraid, I guess. She isn't exactly human. You know what she is?"
"Yes."
The first year waited, "Well?"
Harry sat up and said, "Why don't you wait for her to say? She'll give a better explanation than me."
DJ sighed, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"May be I want you to reply to her." Harry said slowly.
DJ gave him a long look and then grabbed an empty piece of parchment from his drawer, a quill and his ink bottle. His owl, Garth, immediately flew in closer to watch DJ write the letter.
There was a knock on the window and Harry jumped up to open it and let three owls fly in. They were carrying a long package which they dropped on the bed.
"What?" DJ muttered staring at the owls. Harry said nothing as he put in a few sickles in their pouched for the delivery. Garth gave them a hard stare and squawked. The owls flew away.
"It's addressed to me!" DJ said in surprise reading his name on the tag.
"Hmm. May be that's why it was dropped on your bed."
DJ ripped open the cover and stared at the sleek new shiny broom that was laying proudly on his bed. In gold letters, embedded at the top, were 'SilverStar S17.'
DJ turned to look at Harry, "You ordered it for me, didn't you?"
"May be."
DJ seemed to be at a loss for words. Harry frowned at the lack of response, "Do you want me to get the high-tech Safety Regulation kit with this? It was optional and really expensive. Adult's signature was required for that because it's the latest. If you wait for a few weeks, I can ask Dumbledore –"
DJ leaped forwards and wrapped his arms around Harry. The latter froze before he tried to relax. Awkwardly, he patted DJ's shoulder.
In the doorway of the empty first-years' dorm, Ginny stood staring at the scene. Harry saw her and desperately gave her a 'what to do' look.
She silently raised her arms and curved them, indicating that he should put his arms around the boy.
Oh, yeah. It should have seemed obvious. Harry pressed his lips together and moved his hands. It felt a bit awkward, but DJ said, "Thanks, Harry. It means a lot."
Harry felt better.
DJ could not be separated from his SilverStar for the next few days. He showed it to his friends who 'Oohd' and 'Ahhd' at it and him. Oliver Wood watched him fly and begged him to try for the Quidditch Reserve Team next year.
Harry was glad that his cousin was showing off the broom. It reduced the attention people gave him and focused it own the new broom which was just released about a month ago.
Harry sighed as he walked along the deserted corridor. He took the longest way unused ways he could after he left the Hospital Wing.
Poppy, as he had taken to call her, had lectured him about the dangers of consuming too many portions of Calming Draughts and Dreamless Sleep Potions. She told him other ways to calm himself down and gave him a slip of parchment with her sign for a beginner's book on an art of magic called Occlumency.
She had said that it was Dumbledore's suggestion. At first Harry was angry that she had told him, but her explanation that his discomfort should be reported to authorities stemmed his anger momentarily. She was doing her duty. Dumbledore hadn't called down St. Mungo's on his head.
Besides, after his side project of learning Gobbledegook, Occlumency filled up his list and he couldn't wait to start the book.
There was a rude sound of air being let out a balloon and Peeves suddenly popped out from the air above Harry.
"Hey, Peeves." Harry said warily keeping an eye on the sneaky poltergeist. Peeves grinned comically at him and said, "Potty's looking peeved. What shall Peeves do?"
"You can leave me alone until my Hogwarts years are over." Harry suggested.
Peeves laughed and started flipping around in the air.
"Oh no! Potty makes Hogwarts extra fun! Why would Peeves leave him alone?"
"It would be quieter."
"HA! Every little ickle midget run from me. Potty destroyed the big bad monster!"
"May be you have ADHD." Harry muttered. Peeves only laughed and followed Harry down another floor.
"Ooh! Mrs. Norris, kitty is bad!"
Mrs. Norris, who had been wandering about the corridor; she looked up and hissed at the little man in colourful clothes.
"Do you have to annoy everyone?" Harry asked giving Mrs. Norris a chance to run away from Peeves.
"Annoy? Yes. Ask? Yes. Steal? Yes. Annoy? Yes!"
"Ask what?"
"Is you're broom stick flying?" Peeves asked innocently. Harry sighed, "Not at the moment."
Peeves looked a little put out at that and stuck out his tongue at Harry.
"You steal too?" Harry asked remembering what he had said.
Peeves grinned, "Loony's shoes! Cats and bags! Cones and Frisbrees!"
"Frisbees." Harry muttered, thinking about the Fanged Frisbee.
"Yup! Weasely boys' Frisbee gone!"
Harry stopped walking and stared at Peeves.
"You stole Fred and George's frisbree?"
"Used it. Stole it. Poor poor- … AACCKKK!" Peeves cried when Harry grabbed him by the neck.
"You nearly killed my cousin." Harry said, his grip becoming tighter. His anger flared up suddenly and he had the urge to punch the poltergeist into a ball. Instead Harry just threw him with such force, that Peeves flew, through a large window and fell straight into the Black Lake, screaming all the while.
Harry took a deep breath and flexed his shoulder.
"Stress reliever. I really need a stress reliever."
"Yes, you do." Bolt answered in his head. She was still recuperating from the attack and Harry had not let her out of his sight for days.
He promised himself to make a song by himself. It would give his mind some inspiration to search for and thus keep busy.
Harry could see the three of the sitting by the large tree by the lake. Ron was standing on the waters of the Lake staring at him in amusement.
"Guess what?"
"What?" Harry asked looking at him and then at Hermione who had her Charms book open and reading about fusing Earth's purity with a wizard's magic. Ginny was playing around with a small ball of fire. She had given him a small smile and then looked away.
"Peeves just fell into the lake a while ago. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"
Harry gave a shrug and sat on the ground, leaning by the tree.
"May be he annoyed someone?"
"He always annoys someone."
"May be he annoyed the wrong person."
Hermione let out a small muffled giggle and Ron snorted and shook his head. Harry tilted his head to look at the leaves above. They were looking fresh as Summer was slowly approaching.
Harry looked ahead and saw DJ fly towards them on his new broom.
"Hey guys! Ginny, what're you doing near the lake?"
Ginny gave a noncommittal shrug and stared at her fireball.
DJ gave Harry a wink and walked around the tree to talk to Ron. Harry watched them for a while before conjuring a white flower in his hand to smell. Hermione looked up with interest.
"That's beautiful, Harry. What is it?"
"It's a tiger lily. Just white. "
"You like tiger lilies." She accused calmly.
Harry shrugged, "That's me. The White Tiger Lily."
Hermione and Ginny smiled at that. Harry stared at the petals lost in his own world. He could feel a slight wilt in the flower. The smell was gentle and it wafted around him. Harry stretched. The silence was nice. He could close his eyes and hopefully fall asleep. It wouldn't happen, of course, but he could always hope.
Then something changed in the air. Harry opened his eyes and frowned. The wind stopped. Everything stopped moving. The silence grew louder and there was a faint ringing in Harry's ears.
"Guys, can you feel that?" Harry asked.
Nobody answered back. Harry stared at them. The four of them were spread out around him, not moving a muscle. Hermione was concentrating on her book. Ginny was still looking at her fire ball. But there was something wrong there. The flames had frozen. Harry turned to see Ron sitting on the water's surface and DJ was on the ground too.
Nobody was moving. Everything felt so still that Harry felt as though time had stopped. On a hunch, he took a look at his watch he had bought before his first year at Hogwarts. The needles were still. The second hand was as motionless as the scene around him.
Harry let out a breath and tried not to go into a level of panic. Then, he felt a slight breeze.
There was something bright green floating around him. It wasn't ordinary. He could feel the power. It was hard to breath near the green mist. He moved away from it and then looked ahead. There was someone faint, standing there. The light silhouette was blurred but it slowly came into focus. Harry could see something dark blue hovering over the form. Clutching his flower, Harry stood up and looked at the person standing.
Then, he saw it. Harry froze staring at the boy who stared back at him just as shocked.
The face almost hadn't changed. The pale white just like his own skin was distracting, but Harry knew how to avoid looking at it. He instead looked at the bright sea-green/blue eyes. They were wide as they looked back at him in amazement and confusion.
His hair was blue for some reason. Harry gave it a second's attention. Dark blue hair suited him. But it didn't look as natural as the usual black he had been used to.
"Harry." The boy whispered looking at the twelve year old wizard. The only thing Harry could say was, "Percy."
They stared at each other for another five seconds, but the green mist disappeared taking his form away with it.
The wind picked up and Harry realized that his hand was raised as though he had tried to hold him.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice called out and he turned around to look at her. She was looking up at him, confused.
"You were just sitting there and the next moment you're standing… How did you move so fast?"
Harry stared at her and then at Ginny who looked confused too. Ron got up from the water and DJ leaned around to look at Harry.
"You… you didn't see him…"
"See who?" Ron asked baffled.
Harry just looked at them, "My brother, Percy Jackson."
Stay tuned for the next story – The Lost
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