Oh my goodness, this is starting to get emotional. I had a hard time writing this chapter. Gah, what was I thinking. What really sucks is that I'm probably going to have to write even more emotionally charged chapters. I'm most likely going to hate myself at the end of this book for what I'm going to do to our favorite characters.

On a different note, I went back through my other chapters and fixed some of the spelling mistakes that I knew of. I also changed a few things that I didn't like very much. So hopefully it will flow better. Don't worry though, I didn't change very much of it. Hope you enjoy. Happy Halloween.

Draco's PoV.

"Oh, come on, Percy, stop pouting. It's very unbecoming of a Slytherin." I told the raven haired boy next to me, who was staring dejectedly at his lunch.

"I'm not pouting." He mumbled, not looking at me or anywhere else for that matter.

"Yes you are." Blaise said, barely looking up from his lunch. Percy gave him a half-hearted glare. "You're not upset about us making you get up early to watch quidditch tryouts are you?"

"No, it's not that." He said softly, picking at a hole on his t-shirt sleeve absentmindedly. Once again Percy was wearing his muggle clothing and he was getting dirty looks for it from most of the other Slytherins. Honestly, will he never learn to blend in?

"Then what is it?" Pansy demanded sharply, losing her patience. Percy flinched at her voice but stayed silent. "What's wrong, Percy? Why aren't you eating?" She asked, more calmly. Apparently she also noticed the flinch.

"I'm not hungry." The boy in question mumbled.

"I would believe that if you hadn't been complaining all morning about missing breakfast." Theodore said, finally joining the conversation. "So, are you going to tell us what has you upset or are we going to have to guess?" Percy didn't respond, just pushed his plate away and put his head down on the table. "Ron's not giving you a hard time is he? I mean, Professor Snape said so himself that you were in the hospital wing when he got pranked and Madam Pomfrey also said that you were in no condition to have left the hospital wing to pull that prank. I don't know why he keeps insisting that it was you. Besides, we haven't learned how to do long lasting color changing charms, so you definitely wouldn't know...no offense."

"None taken." Percy said with a chuckle. The reminder of the prank made us all smile and I couldn't help but remember that morning.

Flashback

It was after Percy's potion blew up on him. Percy said that it was Ron's fault that it happened and the redhead didn't even deny it. But that night Percy hadn't come to dinner after his detention for punching Weasley and he wasn't in the dorm either. Morning came and still no Percy. At breakfast I asked my godfather, Professor Snape, if he knew anything.

"Mr. Jackson is currently in the hospital wing being treated for delayed effects from his potion yesterday. He will be released either tonight or tomorrow morning depending how how well he recovers." Snaps informed me. "Now go eat your breakfast and don't be late for your first class if you decide to visit him before hand."

"Yes, Professor Snape. Thank you for telling me about Percy." I told him and he nodded at me and I left the staff table and headed over to my friends at the Slytherin table.

"Well, what did he say?" Pansy asked worryingly.

"Percy's in the hospital wing. Apparently he is still experiencing some effects from his potion." I answered her. They all looked even more worried at that answer though.

"He'll be alright, won't he?" Blaise inquired, looking as if he was afraid of what the answer might be.

"Yes, he will be alright. Professor Snape said that he is going to be released tonight or tomorrow." We sat in silence for a while. It seemed too quiet without our green eyed friend either grumbling about it being too early to be up or cracking jokes to make us laugh.

"I kind of feel bad for him. He's only been here a few weeks and he's already had to spend so much time in the hospital wing." Theodore said after a while. "I hope the rest of the year goes better for him." I was just about to say something when there was shouting coming from the Entrance Hall. Everyone in the Great Hall turned towards the doors as the yelling got louder. In came the weasel followed by Potter and Granger. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't seeing things. There stood Ronald Weasley, biggest Slytherin hater at Hogwarts, wearing Slytherin colours. His robes were striped green and silver as was his hair. The red of his face clashed horribly with the green he was sporting.

"Ron, please calm down." Granger was saying to him. "You don't know-"

"No, Hermione, I know it was him who did this. I'm not going to let him get away with it." Weasley practically yelled.

"Oh, come on Ron. How could my brother have gotten into the common room? He doesn't even know where it is." Potter pointed out to his friend sounding annoyed. I noticed, however that his mouth was twitching and a few times it looked like he was trying to not smile. At that I lost it and started laughing. Pretty soon the whole of the students were laughing and Weasley turned a darker shade of red.

"What is going on here?" Professor MaGonagall demanded, marching over to the three Gryffindors.

"Jonhathan Potter turned everything I own green and silver. Everything!" Ronald shouted.

"You don't know if it was him." Hermione tried to reason with the angry redhead again but he wouldn't have it. The two friends and Professor McGonagall argued about it for a few minutes until Professor Snaps made his way over and settled the matter, telling them why it couldn't have been Percy who pranked him. I couldn't help chuckling as the Gryffindor boy marched angrily over to his house's table when McGonagall couldn't change his hair or robes back to their normal colour.

End flashback

"Percy, if Weasley is...well, we'll take care of him for you if you want. All you need to do is tell us." Pansy told him kindly.

"So far he's been leaving me alone, but I will let you know if that changes." He replied with a smile, but it faded away after a few seconds. "I miss my mom and friends." I had to strain my ears so I could hear what he said because he spoke that last part so quietly.

"Oh, Percy, I-"

"I thought your mom was dead." Crabb said, interrupting whatever Pansy was about to say. She whacked the back of his head for that.

"Watch what you say, Vincent. He is already in a bad enough mood without you being so insensitive." Pansy reprimanded him before turning back to Percy. "It's normal to miss your friends and family, Percy. That's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone here has felt that way before, even if they don't admit it."

"Yeah but you guys aren't an entire ocean away from your friends and family." Percy grumbled.

"Wait. You're not from the British Isles?" Blaise inquired, looking interested.

"Nope. I grew up in America. Manhattan, New York to be exact." He gave our dark skinned friend a slight smile. "Yes, Crabb, my mother Lily Potter is dead. But my mom, Sally Jackson, is still very much alive and I miss her." His smile faded away again as he spoke. "Sorry, I think I need some time alone." Percy said softly as he stood up. I was thinking about following him as he left but then I saw Potter hurrying across the Great Hall, making his way over to Percy. Well, they could use some time to get to know each other better. Looking over at the Gryffindor table I couldn't help but notice Weasley, still with green and silver robes and hair, glaring at the entrance where the two brothers walked out.

"Who's up for a little bit of fun with Weasley?" I asked my fellow Slytherin third years.

Percy's PoV.

As I made my way out of the Great Hall I heard footsteps coming my way.

"Leave me alone." I said as they got closer to me.

"Percy, what's wrong?" Harry's voice sounded as he came up beside me. "The other Slytherins aren't giving you any trouble are they?" I looked at him and saw worry etched on his face.

"No," I answered him, "they're not giving me any problems." I turned towards the dungeons hoping that Harry would let me be, but no he just followed me down the stone steps.

"Well then, what's wrong?" He asked again.

"I just want to be alone right now, alright?" A hand grabbed my arm and jerked me to a stop. I sent him a warning glare and he let go of me and stepped away.

"Please, Percy, talk to me. If something is wrong or if someone is giving you a hard time, then-"

"Harry, I'm a New Yorker. If someone was giving me a hard time I'd give them an even harder time, because we don't take anything from anyone." I told him evenly.

"Then why do you look so sad?" He implored and I could see the anxiety, worry, and fear in his eyes.

"Is there a way to send mail the muggle way from here?" I asked him, changing the subject.

"I don't think so, but I'm not sure. I could ask Hermione for you. She might know something about that or you can ask a teacher. They would know for sure. But, why not just use an owl to send your letters?" He replied, sounding confused at my question.

"I want to write to my mom and friends and I don't want to make the stupid birds fly across an ocean when there might be another, easier, way to send letters back and forth." I told him glaring at the wall.

"Still having problems with the owls then?" He smirked at me and I glared at him.

"It's not funny." I gritted my teeth in annoyance as my brother started laughing. "How would you feel if a bunch of birds tried clawing your face off while you try to eat?" Ever since I found out, quite unpleasantly, that the owls bring the post in the mornings at breakfast I had taken to either leaving the Great Hall or hiding under the table until the owls cleared out, which ever I had time for. Their talons hurt when they're scratching at exposed skin.

"Sorry. You're right. It's not funny." His chuckling came to a stop and he turned serious again. "But you miss your friends in New York. Is that the reason you're upset?"

"Yeah," I leaned against the wall next to me and slid down to the floor. "It's just...all of this is so new and...I didn't really get any warning. Sev just showed up, explained the basics, told me a little bit about our mother and James then pretty much threw me into this mess. I'm still trying to adjust to this part of my crazy messed up life." Though compared to how I was introduced to my godly side, this wasn't actually that bad. Should probably still wait to tell Harry about that until we are more comfortable with each other.

"Yeah, Snape's a git. I guess it also doesn't help that your thousands of miles away from where you grew up." Harry sighed and sat down next to me. "I'm sorry for Ron blaming you for pranking him. There's no way you could have gotten the password to access our common room and the semi-permanent colour changing spells aren't taught to us until sixth year charms. Hermione looked it up to show Ron that it couldn't have been you." He replied to my questioning look. "Well, Ron did say that Fred and George used that spell on him before and they're only fifth years, but I mean...you're still learning the basics to catch up to the rest of us third years. How could you do a sixth year level spell?"

"Funny, Theodore said pretty much the same thing." I smiled at him and for a moment he looked confused.

"He's a Slytherin I'm guessing." At my nod he pulled a face. "Great, just what I always wanted; to think like a snake."

"Hey!"

"I'm just teasing...mostly. I haven't had much interaction with the other Slytherin third years. Mainly it has been Draco that we've had problems with. Is he nice?"

"Yeah, so long as you don't get on his bad side. Blaise is more easy going then the rest so I can get along with him pretty well. Crabb and Goyle are a bit slow. Draco is a work in progress."

"The day when you get him to stop being such a prick is the day Voldemort stops trying to kill me." Harry scoffed, glaring at the wall opposite of us.

"You doubt my abilities?" I looked at him with mock hurt. "Why don't you just rip out my heart and feed it to the wolves?"

"What, no. I didn't mean..." He said starting to panic before realizing what I was doing. "Oh, ha, ha, Percy. Very funny." I laughed as he gave me a light shove. "Prat." We both grinned at each other. "Come on, I want to show you something." My brother suddenly jumped to his feet and pulled me off the floor. He began to drag me back up the stairs. We were just passed the Entrance Hall when I was able to pull my arm out of his grasp. As soon as I was free of him he stopped and looked back at me. "What's up?"

"You have to ask?" I growled at him. A look of horrified realization crossed his face.

"Merlin, Percy, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot that you don't like being touched. Bloody hell, I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He looked so ashamed of himself that I couldn't stay angry at him.

"It's ok, Harry, just don't do it again. Please don't beat yourself up over it. I can't really expect you to remember everything about me. Harry it's-"

"No it's not alright. Professor Lupin told me that you might have been abused before you came here and that was the reason you reacted to the dementors the way you did." He said, sounding furious. Though whether it was at himself, me, or my past I wasn't sure. I pulled him into a hug on instinct. "It's not...I don't...I'm sorry." He mumbled into my shoulder.

"It's not your fault. That monster is gone and I'd rather not dwell on what he did to me, Harry. I'll be ok...in time, but please don't beat yourself up about it. Please." Slowly he nodded and pulled away from me.

"Sorry, Professor Lupin said not to bring up the subject until I got to know you better. There's that advice thrown out the window. Can you at least tell me what happened to him. I don't think I can let it go, for the moment, without knowing that."

"He disappeared over the summer while I was at camp. Mom filed a report but either of us really want him back in our lives." He gave me an odd look but nodded all the same. "So you said you wanted to show me something." I reminded him with a small smile.

"Right, yeah...um, this way." He said pointing up the stairs. We walked for a while in silence and I could tell that my brother was still troubled. Honestly, I would be to if he admitted to being abused. Hopefully he'll leave it be for a while because it was bad enough living with the creep that ruined my childhood. Reliving it because of the dememtor on the train also sucked. It was going to be a while before I will be able to talk about what happened to me. However I was pulled out of my musings when one of the stairs swallowed my foot.

"What the Hades?!" I shouted and Harry laughed when he turned and saw my predicament. "I'm really beginning to think that a prankster designed this place."

"I don't know how the trick steps came to be. I just know that you have to watch out for them. Hermione could tell you who built the school as she has read Hogwarts, A History and is probably the only person in the school that has." Harry replied, still chuckling as he tried to pull me out of the step. "This is easier with two people."

"Would you like some help?" A voice came from behind us and my face turned red in embarrassment when I saw Professor Lupin coming up the stairs behind us.

"Yes please." I said as I started to sink farther into the trick step. Lupin smiled and pulled me out of the stairs with ease before setting me back down. "Thanks, Professor." I smiled at him. He nodded and started to walk away. "Hey, Professor Lupin, can I ask you something?"

"You just did." He said with a smile as he turned back towards us. "But you can ask another question."

"How did you know about...well...my...um, past?" I asked hesitantly, hoping that he would understand without me having to actually say it.

"One of my best friends was abused by his family. He had to run away to avoid being killed by them. That was just before our fifth year here at Hogwarts." Professor Lupin's expression turned sad as he spoke.

"Oh, I'm sorry about your friend, but at least he got away from them, right?" I said to him, feeling awful that I had asked.

"Yes, he did. I cannot force you to get help Johnathan. Nor can I help you without you asking me to. So, for your sake be careful and get the help you need before it's too late." The older man said, sounding sad and slightly desperate.

"Thank you." I told him softly and he nodded and left.

"You'll get help, won't you?" Harry asked as soon as we were alone.

"I-i don't know."

"But-"

"Harry, please." He looked like he wanted to argue but apparently decide against it which I was grateful for.

"Come on, we're almost there." He said instead. A few more flights of stairs and hallways with we came to the portrait of the fat lady in the pink dress. "Wait here a moment would you. I not supposed to let you know the password." He gave me a sheepish grin and I nodded. He ran the last twenty feet to the portrait hole and gave her the password. When the painting swung open he beckoned me forward and I followed him inside. The Gryffindor common room looked the same as when the twins brought me here.

"Um, am I supposed to be in here?" I asked him as I didn't want to get my brother or myself in trouble unnecessarily or inadvertently.

"Probably not. My dorm is up these stairs." He replied, leading the way up to the third year boy's dorm. As soon as he was through the door he jogged over to one of the trunks and started rifling through it.

"So what are you looking for?" I asked as I sat down on what I assumed was his bed. After a few minutes he triumphantly held up a leather bound book and came to sit down next to me. He handed the book to me.

"Open it." He encouraged me when I just stared at it. Hesitantly, I opened it to the first page and was greeted with the sight of a moving photo of a messy haired man that looked a lot like Harry and a beautiful woman with red hair. They were smiling and waving at the camera. "Those are our parents, James and Lily. My first year here, when Hagrid found out that I didn't know what my parents looked like he messaged their friends for some pictures of them. He put together this photo album for me." I couldn't say anything as I stared at the picture of my mother smiling at James; it reminded me of how my mom would smile at me. Like I was the best thing to ever happen to her. Would Lily have still smiled at me like my mom does even after all the stuff I've gotten up to throughout the years? However, I was pulled from my thoughts as a ruckus came from the common room and the door to the dorm opened and the other third year boys came in. They stopped when they saw my though.

"What are you doing here?" Dean, I think, demanded.

"I bought him up here Dean." Harry answered him and he looked slightly annoyed.

"Oh, hey, Harry. You might want to get down to the hospital wing." Neville said, looking nervous. "Ron and Draco got into a really bad fight."

"WHAT?" Both me and Harry shouted.

"Draco was apparently still angry that Ron was still blaming you for pranking him. McGonagall is furious with the both of them." The shy boy explained a little bit more about what happened.

"Stubborn, good for nothing Slytherin." I said as I fell back on Harry's bed. "I told him not to start anything over that."

"Did you really think that would work?" Harry asked me with a roll of his eyes.

"No. So are you going to yell at them first or do I get to?" I asked him and he laughed.

"Let's at least see how bad the damage is first. Then we'll get to the yelling. Deal?"

"Fair enough. You're leading the way through because I have no idea how to get to the hospital wing from here." I answered him as we made our way back to the portrait hole.