Wassup my peeps.

Harry's POV

The professor drops the cup to the floor, and it shatters. Shards crunch beneath her boots as she races forward and grabs my shoulders.

"You're in great danger!"

"But wait, what is the grim?"

"It's the worst omen of death." the hufflepuff girl that Percy invited over states.

We all sit in silence until class is dismissed. As soon as we leave Percy says "I think that if you get a dog, then… that tea thing will be fulfilled and then you won't die?"

I snicker.

"Percy, that's not how these things work."

He pouts dejectedly.

"It was a good try though." I pat his shoulder and he grins and says " I'mma get you a dog, and then you'll see that I was right"

I tell him okay.

We wander outside to care of magical creatures and Hagrid greets us warmly.

Percy waves hello and asks how Buckbeak is.

Hagrid doesn't reply and instead waves us over to the rest of the students for class to start.

That night after dinner Harry sat at a table with Hermione and Ron. They had all decided that, because the Gryffindor Common room wasn't an available study spot that they would study with Percy tomorrow and instead get some sleep that night.

As they did their homework it was quiet. Suddenly Ron spoke up. "So, Sirius Black, he's in the castle, huh?"

"Yep" I respond.

"And he's trying to kill you and Percy"

"Well, technically, we don't know if he's after Percy, or Harry" Hermione interjected.

"Oh please, Hermione, he wants to kill Harry. If he didn't, then why would he be here?"

We sit in silence again.

"So… I found this Greek mythology book" I say "because Percy, like, believes in it and stuff" I ramble on.

I show them the first page. "It's written by someone named Percy Jackson" I say. Hermione can see my thought process, and goes "Harry, there's no way. There's got to be a million Percy's in new York."

"Yeah, but how many of them believe in Greek mythology?"

Hermione sighs "even if Percy wrote it, nothing comes out of that."

"Well, this Percy thinks that he's the son of a god, specifically, Poseidon, god of the seas."

"Well, then that Percy is delusional. I'm going to bed" Hermione leaves and I turn back to my potions homework. Snape gave us a half foot essay today. It's technically due in two days, but I'm going to start now.

I consider the possibility of Percy being the son of a Greek god, or thinking he's one. That would explain the weird hallucination I had when I was visiting him in the hospital wing, when he poured that water on himself. It would also explain those scars, well sort of.

Getting nothing done, I go off to bed.

The next day we all head off to potions after a refreshing breakfast.

On second thought, maybe the breakfast wasn't as refreshing as I thought, because I can feel my spirits sinking as I go lower into the dungeons.

Percy, as always, is full of energy and practically skipping down the stone corridor. His footsteps echo into caverns that haven't seen light in an eternity and more than once I have to pull him out if a wrong turn.

His lack of sense of direction in the place that he sleeps unnerves me. When we were fleeing to the room of requirement, he knew exactly where he was going. Must have been addrenilane or something.

We reach the class and split off into pairs. As we sit down Malfoy calls out to my brother "Percy, come sit with us* I can tell he's going to say something rude about Gryffindors, but Percy interrupts him "nah, I'm hanging out with Harry right now"

The shock of being turned down was priceless on his face, before he turned away, not in a huff, but good naturedly. I am once again amazed at what my brother has done to change him.

As Snape rambles on I copy down the list of ingredients and steps for Percy. He's dyslexic so he can't read Snape's cursive, but he's used to my handwriting and it helps to have it closer. Percy is a whiz at potions and I'm happy to sit by and let him work his magic.

As the potions are brewing, an elixir that makes you tell the truth, a sulphurous smell fills the air. I look up and to my surprise I see some random Slytherins cauldron bubbling over. Percy looks up too and then the cauldron explodes.

I don't remember being thrown to the floor, but apparently Percy got me under the table and on the floor in the few split seconds we had before the potion hit us. I, being shielded by the table, were dry, but everyone else was dripping with silvery liquid.

Carefully I stood up. The liquid didn't seem corrosive or poisonous, because all impacted material and people were fine.

Snape gave the culprits one day of detention and dissipated the potion. I for one, was furious, if I or any of the other Gryffindors had done that it would have been a months worth of detention and maybe 50 house points. This is so unfair.

Snape dismissed us all and we went out to the lake. It was just warm enough for Percy to convince us to clean off there and splashing around together was quite fun.

So there we go. Hope you enjoyed:)

~leofangirl