Heyyyyyyy hopefully I'll get this up today
(edited May 1, 2020)
Harry's POV:
The last week has been hell. The only marginally good thing that has happened was that Percy had jimmied the lock to Hedwig's cage open and she was free. I won't question why Percy knows how to pick a lock and/or has the tools for it on hand, he's always been resourceful. Uncle Vernon hasn't had as much of a chance to make everything suck, but Marge has more than double filled up that gap. Currently, we're sitting down at the table for dinner. I dig my knife into the last-pickings of the steak a little harder than strictly necessary as I glare at the mashed-potatoes on the plate.
"So, where did you say these boys go?" Aunt Marge conversationally asks.
"St Brutes, it's a school for… troubled kids" Uncle Vernon has the audacity to try and look ashamed of us. I see Percy grit his teeth across the table.
"Do they spank the boys there?" Aunt Marge questions. I'd like to imagine the sadistic glimmer in her eyes. I grip my fork tighter.
"Oh yes, don't they Harry?" Uncle Vernon is challenging me to disagree with him. I nod, keeping my angry gaze directly focused on the table. Think about Hogsmeade, think about Hogsmeade.
Arrgh I can't take it!
"So, how often do they spank you?" Aunt Marge is practically spitting in Percy's face.
"Enough" he immediately growls in retort.
"Well they obviously don't hit them as hard as they need to. I would suggest you write a letter to the sch- aahh!" she abruptly cuts off with a short scream as the wine glass in her hand explodes.
I don't think I did that? I didn't mean to. I start hyperventilating. Not good, not good.
"Oh, whoops, I must have underestimated my own strength. You know I did the same thing last week…" my uncle glares at and Percy from across the table, unable to decide which of us did it.
"Let's go, I think we can miss dessert tonight" Percy says sharply, rising from his seat and I start to do the same, but Aunt Marge grabs my wrist.
"Don't touch me/him!" Percy and I yell at the same time. To emphasise, all of the glasses at the table explode. Uncle Vernon starts to get out of his seat, but beside him Aunt Marge suddenly makes a strange noise. Absentmindedly I note that Percy is slowly making his way to me. Marge starts to expand in size and a letter falls from the ceiling.
Everyone suddenly freaks out.
Aunt Marge is growing larger by the second and is beginning to float like a balloon. Uncle Vernon is stuck between trying to help his sister and scream at me and my brother, but I'm frozen to the spot, stuck staring at the letter in my hands. Then Percy grabs my wrist and takes off. Briefly he stops to grab my trunk out of the cupboard, jiggling the lock for a second before giving up and pulling on the lock, breaking the padlock into four pieces in an ungodly display of strength. He drags me and the trunk out the door, hardly slowing with the extra weight.
About a mile away, we stop and sit on the chest. I lean on Percy's shoulder and I'm overcome with a sense of hopelessness. Suddenly, Percy startles and I look up to see what he's staring at. Across the street, there's an indistinct, dog-like shadow.
"Get behind me" Percy hisses under his breath, standing protectively in front of me. He's holding a pen that seems like it's almost glowing in the low light.
"I can help," I say. He looks confused, then notices the wand in my hand and nods at me. "Lumos" I mutter, and the tip of my wand lights. When my eyes adjust, the dog is gone. Percy slumps, relieved and makes to sit back on the trunk.
Suddenly, a bus practically appears, like from no-where, with a loud bang. The door opens "Hey, this is the night bus, we can go anywhere, except underwater, I will be your conductor, my name is Stan. It's two sickles per person, which is four sickles for the both if you".
"I have some coins in my trunk" I say, leaning over and nudging Percy off of the top and opening it to rummage for the cash. While I'm rummaging, Percy engages in friendly conversation with the conductor and the shrunken-rasta-head in the front of the bus.
"So, what are your names?" the conductor asks conversationally.
Semi panicked because of the whole running from the ministry thing, I blurt out the first name that comes to mind: "Neville" I say as Percy simultaneously replies "Percy, Percy Jackson. We're brothers, if you couldn't tell". There's a pause and I'm positive that he's grinning impishly at the conductor.
"So, where're you headed?" the conductor turns the conversation back to business. Percy is quiet, and I can tell he's looking at me when he says "ummm…"
"Diagon Alley" I say decisively, knowing that the Leaky cauldron will probably have a room we can stay in and food. I hand over the coins and the conductor helps me and Percy onto the knight bus, and carries my trunk next to the bed that we decided to share- er… sit on together. Gosh, that sounds wack. We sit, facing the back of the bus where the rest of the bus-goers are sleeping. Suddenly, the bus starts at a speed which Percy describes as 'a gazillion miles per hour', and we're thrown forwards. Everything is in chaos, beds are sliding everywhere, as the bus tips back and forth. We reach a high traffic road and the bus shrinks… somehow, it becomes thinner, and we slide right down the middle of the road, weaving between cars.
Somehow, we reach Diagon alley in one piece. Shaken, the both of us rise from our seat and we both make our way, shuddering, to the front of the bus, Percy dragging my trunk behind him. We thank the conductor and step out into the darkness where a figure is waiting for us.
HAHAHA this is really short I'm so sorry. I'm trying to stick to the original plot/chapter content, so some will be longer than others… pshhh oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. ANYWAYS, thanks for reading! [ (::) blue cookies for all (::) ]