Chapter 11.0
Percy
Halloween soon arrived, and Percy's time was divided perfectly. He was nearly always doing something he enjoyed, and near people he liked. He spent Friday nights at Quidditch practice, flying with his teammates. He spent his Saturdays with Snape, who wasn't the best company but he did enjoy Potions. His Sundays were spent training up his scrawny friends, or just spending time with them. Monday nights were spent experimenting with the twins. He reserved Tuesdays for visiting Myrtle, Canus, or asking teachers for help with an assignment. Wednesdays were spent with his friends, and on Thursdays he trained his swordsmanship. Then it began again.
Harry had asked Professor Lupin to train them to fight dementors, and he had agreed. However, he told them it would wait until after Christmas break. Percy was fine with that, no more curses was definitely something worth working for. As students chatted about the Hogsmeade trip, Harry and Percy didn't join in.
"Nah, I'm good. Harry's here, it's not like I'll be by myself. I'm not going past those Hades accursed dementors unless I have to. It's best Harry stays here anyway, I'm not making it easy for Black to off him." His friends just seemed to remember that Hogsmeade was dangerous, and he facepalmed.
Ron and Hermione left, and Harry and Percy played a game of Gobstones. With Percy's power over liquid, they had none of the usual worries about stains or having the goo stick to their faces. Whenever one of them got slimes, Percy would simply shape it into a ball and throw it into the fire. This made the fire swirl a bunch of unnatural colors, but he knew the goo wasn't made of anything harmful.
They had the whole school to themselves, and Percy showed Harry some of the secret passages he'd learned from the twins. They had set up a laboratory in one of them, but he didn't show it to Harry. They might be in there, and distractions lead to explosions. So, they raced through the mostly empty school. Harry's stamina was now about the level of a new kid at Camp, but it was a massive improvement.
Soon Percy found himself somewhere he'd never been before. Harry glared at the ladder that was leading into the ceiling, but Percy went inside. There was a cozy room, with bean bag chairs. A lady wearing a ridiculous rainbow flower robe, an incredible amount of bracelets, and thick glasses sat in one of them. She smiled when she saw Harry.
"Harry, dear. Have you come to ask me about your fate?" Realization hit Percy like a bus, and he gritted his teeth.
"You're Professor Trelawney?"he asked, voice dangerously low. Harry glanced at him in shock.
"Yes, I am. I see something different about you…. You will drown, your fate is to drown in a sea!" Percy made a controlled effort not to move.
"I see. It seems you really are a fake, and one who thinks Fate is a game. I can't believe I worried about the drivel you said. Harry, let's leave." He dragged Harry from the room, and when they were alone he swore. Violently.
"What a hack. Drowning is literally the one way I can't die. Rachael would be furious to know someone like her calls herself an Oracle. At least that means we can forget about what she said about you, Harry." He smirked at Harry, who gave him a thumbs up.
"Like I've been saying to a certain thick friend of mine-" he stopped when Percy broke out laughing.
"Do you know what thicc means?" He asked, wheezing.
"Yeah. Thick-skulled, thick-headed, stupid." Harry said, clearly confused.
"Oh my Gods. In America, thicc means attractive, with a big butt!" Percy wheezed, and Harry flushed.
"That's stupid." Was all he said, but he couldn't help but smile as Percy heaved with laughter. They went back to the Common Room, and soon Hermione and Ron were back.
They had brought a bunch of sweets from Honeydukes, and the boys began to eat carefully from a jar of Bertie and Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"Oh aaugh I got dead fish." They passed him the paper bag, just in case.
"My turn," said Ron. He picked a suspicious yellow bean, and ate it. He grinned.
"Apple." Percy took one, and popped into his mouth. He immediately spat it into the cup.
"Burned popcorn." They laughed. They continued to eat the beans, and Percy started telling them about some of the things he's done, just some fun stories. Nothing heart-wrenching, or ridiculously dangerous.
"So there we were, at the Hoover Dam. Then the guys who were after us show up, and Grover is halfway through his fifth enchilada. When we see them, they see us. Grover swallows the rest of his enchilada in one bite, and stands on the table. He threw his last enchilada at them, and screamed "Food fight!" It hit one of them right in the face, and he went down like a sack of potatoes. There were burritos everywhere, and we managed to get away. I'm telling you, burritos are dangerous weapons if used properly." Harry and Ron laughed, and Hermione was too busy reading her book to care.
