Soul Mate
Two from the same universe but from two different lifestyles. Neither knew of one another but when the Goddess Hecate and the Goddess Aphrodite work to bring these two souls together. Can they succeed in their task or will there be obstacles ahead to try and stop them. (Harry/Percy paring) yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry potter. Percy Jackson belongs to Rick Riordan and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
AN: It will take place after the champions are picked for the Twi wizard tournament.
Percy Weasley will be called Ignatius
-Harry's pov.-
"So how are we going to start this?" Ron asked looking around while glancing at the food.
"Well how about we read one the first book on the pile." Molly suggested before walking over and picking up the first book on the pile and reading the title, 'Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone'."
"Who would like to read first?" Auther asked looking around before Percy walked up to him.
"I will read the first chapter."
The Boy Who Lived
"Boy who lived? What does that even mean?" Clarisse asked confused.
"You will find out soon enough." I said bitterly making Percy look at me worried.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were so proud to say that they lived a perfectly normal life.
They lived at number four, Privet Drive Surrey.
You would never expect them to be involved in anything strange or mysterious,
because they were not the type of people to hold such nonsense.
"I wonder who these people are?" Thalia said but it seemed like she was mostly asking herself.
"They would unfortunately be my aunt and uncle." I reply with a hint of anger in my voice.
Mr. Dursley worked as a Director to a firm called Grunnings.
Grunnings was a company that specialized in making drills
He was a big beefy man with hardly any neck with a big mustache.
Mrs. Dursley was blonde thin women with twice the usual amount of neck.
It had been very useful for her as she spent a lot of her time spying on their neighbors.
They had a small son of their own and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere else.
"Huh…"
"What Percy?" Grover asked.
"Well I was just thinking about the description of the couple. It honestly sounds like a walrus crossbred with a horse and made a baby." Percy commented before covering his mouth and looking at me sheepishly before continuing, "Um…sorry about that…"
"Don't worry I agree with you." I said chuckling at the description while the other who knew what they were like laughed as well. Well except Ginny who seemed annoyed. 'Oh boy just what I need…a jealous fan girl.' I thought before looking back at Percy to see his confused face which made him seem adorable.
"I don't tend to get along with my aunt and her family." I said making Percy nod his head before continuing the book still looking curious.
They had everything they ever wanted, but they also had a secret.
The greatest fear the Dursley family had was that someone would find out that secret.
You see they could not bear the thought about someone finding out about the Potters.
Mrs. Potter you see was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they haven't talked in several years.
Mrs. Dursley even went as far as pretending she was an only child,
"If anyone should pretend it should be the Potters. With the way they are behaving it is disgusting." Chiron said annoyed.
She viewed her sister and her good for nothing husband were as unDursleyish as possible.
The Dursleys shuddered at the thought of what the neighbors
would say if they ever saw the Potters arrive on their street.
The Dursley couple knew that the Potters had a little boy of their own.
Though they had never seen the boy themselves.
This boy of theirs however was another good reason for wanting to keep the Potters away;
They did not want Dudley to be mixing with a child of those sorts of people.
"Well now I can see why you wouldn't get along with these people." Percy said glaring at the book along with Sirius.
"Percy, stop trying to burn a hole in the book. We still need to finish reading it." Chiron said in a calm voice.
"Seems like these people know what they're talking about when it comes to you Potty." Draco said smirking making people glare at him.
"Actually Malfoy they were talking about not wanting witches and wizards in being in or near their family." I said annoyed.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull gray Tuesday is when our story begins.
There was nothing about the cloudy night that suggested anything out of the ordinary would happen.
Mr. Dursley was humming as he picked out boring tie for work like all other days,
while Mrs. Dursley was gossiping away as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
No one noticed as a large tawny owl fluttered past the window.
At half past eight Mr. Dursley grabbed his briefcase, and gave Mrs. Dursley a kiss on the cheek.
He tried to give Dudly a kiss good bye only to miss because the little boy was too busy have a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.
"Little Tyke," Mr. Dursley chortled as he left the house.
He got into his car and backed out of their drive way.
Though something on the corner of the street caught his eye, something peculiar
a cat was reading a map.
For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he saw then jerked his head to look again.
There he saw the tabby cat on the corner however there was no map in sight.
What could he have been thinking of?
It must have been a trick of the light.
"Yeah right there is no way it was just light messing with his sight." Clarisse said rolling her eyes.
Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat.
It stared back.
As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner he kept an eye on the cat through his window
He watched as the cat sat at the sign that said Privet drive.
It seemed as though the cat was reading the sign,
no, looking at the sign; cat couldn't read signs much less maps.
He gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind.
As he drove away the only thing crossing his mind was a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town drills were the last thing on his mind due to something else.
Sitting in the usual morning traffic jam he couldn't help but notice a lot of strongly dressed people out and about.
People in cloaks.
"I find cloaks rather comfortable" Arther said looking down at his own cloths.
He couldn't stand people who dressed in funny clothes.
The getups you saw on Young people!
He supposed this was just another stupid new fashion that people were into.
Drumming on the steering wheel he spotted a group of these weirdos huddled close by.
It enraged him to see that they were not young at all
In fact one of the men had to be older than he was and he was wearing an emerald-green cloak.
The nerve of him!
"Well doesn't look like he would like some of you guys." Grover said looking at the people who were dressed in cloaks.
Then it struck him.
"What struck him?" Fred asked excitedly.
"Nothing struck him. It was more than likely just a phrase." Hermione said in a smug tone looking at Percy but he seems to be ignoring the look on her face and more focused on the book again making her huff.
'Well I guess that is one way to avoid a fight of the brains.' I thought.
This had to be some sort of silly stunt.
These people were obviously collecting for something…
Yes, that had to be it.
Traffic soon moved on and as minutes passed he arrived at Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
He had always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor of the building.
If he had done the opposite he would have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning.
What he didn't see were the owls that were swooping around in broad daylight,
The people in the street however did;
They pointed and gazed open mouth at them.
Most of these people have never seen and owl out at night.
I couldn't help but think of Hedwig when the owls were mentioned. 'I should go visit her at soon.' I though.
Mr. Dursley however, had a perfectly normal, owl free morning.
He yelled at five people, made several important phone calls and shouted some more.
For the most of the day he was in a good mood.
That was until lunchtime came around when he thought he'd stretch his legs for a little while.
He decided to walk across the road and buy himself a bun from the bakery.
"Mmmm food." Ron and Grover said at that same time making everyone else laugh except Snape and Draco who were sneering.
He had forgetting about the people from earlier until he passed a group of them next to the baker's.
Eyeing them angrily as he passed them.
He didn't know why, but seeing them made him feel uneasy.
This bunch were whispering excitedly, too and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.
It was on his way back past them that he had heard a few words that they were saying.
"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard-"
"-yes, their son Harry-"
After hearing that he stopped dead.
"Yes! He's gone!" George whooped
"Uhh…that is not what they meant by stopped dead. It means when someone stops in their tracks." Percy explained calmly.
"…Damn your right…oh yeah it was that big guy who fell from the window." George pouted, while others who were there laughed at the memory.
Fear filling him at the words he had heard.
He looked back at the whisperers debating on whether or not to say something to them but decided not to.
He dashed back to his office only stopping to snap at his secretary to not disturb him,
seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number before he changed his mind.
Putting the receiver down and stroked his mustache, thinking…no he was being stupid.
"Well the truth comes out." George said.
Potter wasn't such an unusual name.
He was sure there were lots of people with the last name Potter who called their son Harry.
Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry.
He had never seen the boy.
It might have been Harvey or even Harold.
There wasn't really a point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at the mention of her sister.
Not that he blamed her in the least.
If he had a sister like that…
"There was nothing wrong with Lily!" Snape snapped making me look at him shocked. 'What the…did he know my mom?' I thought to myself trying to figure out how Snape knew my mother.
But all the same, those people in cloaks…
He found it a lot harder to concentrate on work that afternoon and when he left at five o'clock he was still worried.
He even walked straight into someone just outside the door.
"Sorry," He grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell over.
"What? He actually knows the word sorry?" Bill asked shocked.
"Obviously doesn't use it too often." Harry replied.
It was a few seconds afterward that he noticed the man was wearing a violet cloak.
The old man didn't seem all that upset though.
In fact his face split into a wide smile before he said in a squeaky voice that made people passing by stare.
"Don't be sorry, my dear sir. For nothing could upset me today!
Rejoice, for You-Know-Who is gone at last!
Even muggles like yourself should be celebrating , this happy, happy day!"
With that said the old man Hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.
"What the?! What was that man thinking?!" Molly said flabbergasted.
"Well the book said he was an old man so it is more than likely to be brushed of an old person babbling." Arther explained calmly.
Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot he was standing.
He had just been hugged by a complete stranger.
He also thought he heard himself get called a Muggle, whatever that was.
He was rattled.
Hurrying to his car to head on home, hoping he was only imagining things, which he has never done before.
He had never approved of imagination.
When he pulled into his driveway was the tabby cat he spotted this morning.
Which didn't help to improve his mood in the slightest.
He was sure the cat now sitting on his garden wall was the same cat from this morning he thought recognizing the patterns around the cats' eyes.
"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.
"Wish I could shoo him." Grover grumbled never liking people attitudes towards animals.
The cat didn't move thought instead it seemed to just give him a stern look.
Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered.
Trying to pull himself together, he went into his house.
He was determined not to mention anything to his wife.
I couldn't but smile as the description had to be none other than McGonagall.
Mrs. Dursley had a nice normal day.
She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next doors problems and how Dudley learned a new word ("Won't").
He had tried to act as normal as possible.
When Dudley was put to bed he decided to watch the last report of the evening news in the living room.
"And finally, bird watchers everywhere have been reporting that the nations owls have been behaving very strange today.
Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight,
there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise.
Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping patterns." The newscaster said before grinning.
"Um…as far as I know stuff like is bound to be noticed by mortals. You might want to be more cautious in the future. Even if it is for some sort of celebration." Nico said deadpanned.
"Mortals?" Ron questioned looking at Hermione confused.
"Mortal is by definition a living human in contrast to a divine being or as they are often called gods and goddess's." Hermione explain only getting a blank look in return before sighing and continuing, "Honestly Ronald, it is pretty much like how we call them muggles."
"Oh, okay." Ron said turning back around.
"Most Mysterious. And now over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be anymore showers tonight, Jim?"
"Well Ted," said the weatherman,
"I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today.
Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday,
they've had a downpour of shooting stars!
Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early – it's not until next week, folks!
But I can promise a wet night tonight."
Mr. Dursley sat frozen stiff in his chair staring at the television.
Shooting stars all over Britain?
Owl's flying during the day?
Mysterious people wearing cloaks everywhere?
And then there was the whisper about the Potters…
Mrs. Dursley chose that moment to come in with carrying two cups of tea.
It was no good.
He had to say something to her he thought determined before clearing his throat nervously.
"Er…Petunia, dear…you haven't heard from your sister lately have you?"
As he had expected Petunia looked shocked and angry.
After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.
"No. Why?" She asked sharply.
"There has been funny stuff on the news." He mumbled.
"Owls…shooting stars…and then there were a lot of people walking around town wearing cloaks."
"So?" she snapped at him.
"Honestly what type of respectable woman acts like that to her husband?" Molly asked indignant
"Well, I just thought…maybe…just maybe…it had something to do with people like her."
Pursing her lips in thought at the possibility before taking a sip of her tea.
He wondered whether on note to bring up the fact he heard someone mention the name 'Potter'.
Deciding against it he chose to instead causally bring up his nephew instead.
"Their son…he would be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?"
"I suppose so." She said stiffly.
"What is his name again? Harold isn't it?"
"Harry. Nasty common name, if you ask me."
"Hey, there is nothing wrong with the name Harry!" Remus said.
"The name Harry means rules the home in most languages. Did you know that there was even a president in the US that was had the name Harry S. Truman." Hermione asked looking around getting quite a few nods except from Draco and the Weasley family.
"Yes." He said while inwardly his heart felt like sinking. "I quite agree with you there."
Deciding to drop it he and Petunia went upstairs to head to bead themselves.
Outside the cat was still on the wall not showing an ounce of sleepiness.
Its eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive.
Not even a quiver when a car drove by or when two owls swooped overhead.
It was nearly midnight before the cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed when a man appeared in the corner it had been watching.
He had appeared so suddenly and silently one would have thought that he had popped out of the ground.
This man was never seen on Privet Drive before.
"Where is Harry?" Charlie asked.
"Hey Percy, when is Harry showing up?" Annabeth asked.
"Um…I don't know. It is probably soon though." Percy said looking at her.
"Well check then!" Annabeth said annoyed.
"How about you let me read and then we all will know?" Percy asked sarcastically.
He was a tall, thin and from the looks very old. Judging by the silver in his hair and long beard, he was wearing long robes.
A purple cloak swept the ground, and high-heeled buckled boots. His blue eyes were light and sparkled behind half-moon spectacles, while
his nose was very long and crooked as though broken twice. This man went by the name of Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had arrive in a street that everything from his boots,
right down to his name were not welcome.
"An' why not?" Hagrid huffed annoyed.
Rummaging through his cloak, he did however seem to realize his was being watched.
Looking up he noticed a cat staring at him from the end of the street.
However the sight seemed to amuse him,
"I should have known." He muttered as he chuckled.
Finding what he was looking for, he pulled out what looked to be a silver cigarette lighter.
Holding it up in the air and giving it a click, the closest street light went out with a soft pop.
He did this twelve more times, until the lights left on the street were two tiny pin pricks in the distance.
"I want that!" Ron, Fred and George said together while the others nodded their heads in agreement.
Which were the eyes of the cat watching him.
If someone looked outside their windows at this moment,
they would not be able to see anything going on. Not even Mrs. Dursley with her beady eyes.
Slipping it back into his pocket before heading to the wall the cat sat on near house number four.
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall," he said before turning towards the tabby cat,
to find it gone and a severely angry looking woman,
who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eye.
"What the?! How did she do that?!" Thalia asked shocked.
"It is called an animagus form." Dumbledore explained making everyone jump.
"Oh yeah the old coot is here." Draco grumbled which gets many glares.
Looking a bit ruffled she asked, "How did you know it was me?"
"My dear professor. In all the years I've lived, I have never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"Well you'd be stiff to, if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.
"All day! When you could have been celebrating?
I must have passes a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."
"Oh yes, everybody's celebrating all right," she sniffed angrily.
"You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no – even the muggles have noticed something's going on.
It was on their news." She jerked her had back at the Dursley's dark living room window.
"I heard it. Flocks of owls … shooting stars … well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something.
Shooting stars down in Kent – I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."
"Now, now, you can't blame them. We have had barley anything to celebrate in the last eleven years." he said gently.
"I know that," she said irritably. "But that still mean we need to lose our heads.
What people are doing is downright careless."
"She has a point you know." Ignatius said.
"Gossiping in the streets in broad daylight. Not even bothering to change into muggle clothing."
She through him a sharp, sideways glance at him here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something,
But he didn't, so she went on.
"A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the muggles
found out about us all. "I suppose he really has disappeared, Dumbledore?"
"It would appear so," said Dumbledore.
"We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"
"A what?" She asks dumbfounded.
"A lemon drop, they're a muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."
"One of the many sweets." Snape snorted.
'He does like his sweets.' I thought while thinking of the many passwords he used that were sweets related.
"No thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly,
as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I was saying, even if You-Know-Who has gone –"
"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name?
All this You-Know-Who's nonsense – for eleven years I have been
trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."
Professor McGonagall flinched at the mention of his name,
"Oh come on it is just a name people. By fearing the name you give it power." I said throwing my hands up when saying this.
"Um it is not always the case…" Percy said looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well…in some cases names do in fact have power. Some can be used to track down the speaker." Percy explained before went silent.
but Dumbledore, who was too busy unsticking two lemon drops to seem to notice.
"It all gets so confusing to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.
I have never found a real reason to be afraid of his name."
I know you haven't," said McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring, "but you're different.
Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of."
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."
"Only because you're too … well … noble to use them."
"Have you heard what they're saying? About how Voldemort showed up in Godric's Hollow.
Is it true about James and Lily Potter? Are they truly dead?"
Dumbledore bowed his head.
McGonagall gasped in horror.
"Oh no…Lily…James…I just can't believe it…I don't want to believe it…Oh Albus…"
"We couldn't either…"said Molly, Arther, Sirius and Remus sadly.
Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder.
"I know…I know…" He said equally upset.
McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on.
"That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry, but… they couldn't.
He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter,
Voldemort's power somehow broke… and that's why he's gone.
Dumbledore nodded glumly.
"It's… it's true?" faltered McGonagall. "After all he's done… all the people he's killed… he couldn't kill a little boy?
It's just astounding… of all the things to stop him… but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"
"Yeah that's our Harry." Ginny said cheerfully making me roll my eyes.
"We may only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes beneath her spectacles.
As Dumbledore gave a great sniff, he pulled out a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was an odd watch.
It had twelve hands, however instead of numbers there were little planets that circled around the edge.
It must of made sense to him, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late.
Would I be correct in saying that he was the one, who told you I would be her?"
"Yes," McGonagall said. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"
"I'm here to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."
"What?! You had him live with Petunia?! She hates everything to do with magic!" Sirius yelled outraged.
"What were you thinking?!" Remus asked yelling at Dumbledore.
"I was thinking about the blood wards. With the blood wards up he should be safe from danger." Dumbledore explained.
"From the death eaters and Voldemort but not from the inside! Not from his relatives." Sirius yelled even louder but I was focusing on Percy and the people from camp half-blood curious looks.
"Y-you can't possibly mean the people who live here?"
McGonagall cried out jumping to her feet and pointing at Number four. "You can't Dumbledore.
You couldn't find people who are less like us. I saw how their son was kicking his mother, and screaming for sweats.
Harry Potter come and live here!?"
"See even Mcgonagall agrees!" Remus pointed out.
"What a brat!" Clarisse said.
"It's the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His relatives will be able to explain everything to him when he's older.
I have written a letter."
"There was a letter?" I asked to myself.
"Really Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him."
McGonagall said faintly, sitting back down. "He'll be famous… a legend…
I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future. There will be books written about him…
every child in our world will know his name."
"Exactly," Dumbledore said seriously as he looked over his glasses. "It would turn any boys head.
Famous before he can walk and talk, for something he won't ever remember!
Don't you think he would be better off growing up away from that until he is ready to take it?"
"Well then put him in a different place then. Not one that hates magic!" Remus said getting angrier by the minute.
Professor McGonagall swallowed and said, "Y-yes you're right, of course. How is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?"
She eyed his cloak suddenly as though he might be hiding Harry underneath it.
"Hagrid is bringing him." "Are you sure it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this."
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"Same here." I said.
"I don't know mate…there was the spider incident…" Ron said shuttering.
"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place, McGonagall said grudgingly, "However, he can be a bit careless.
he tends to… what was that?"
A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them.
It grew louder as they looked up and down the street.
As they looked around for a sign of a headlight, the sound grew to a roar as they both looked to the sky.
A huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road right in front of them.
If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing compared to the man sitting on it.
He was almost twice as tall as a normal man
and at least five times a wide.
He looked simply too big to be allowed, and long wild tangles of hair and beard hid most of his face.
"No doubt that's Hagrid." Fred and George said.
He had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins.
In his vast muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.
Dumbledore sounding relieved said, "Hagrid, at last. Where did you get that motorcycle?"
The giant climbing down from the motorcycle spoke. "I borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore sir.
Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him sir. "
"You didn't have any problems?"
"No sir. The house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the muggles started Swarmin' around.
He fell asleep as we were flyin' over Bristol."
Dumbledore and McGonagall bent forward over the blanks. Inside the blankets was a baby boy, fast asleep.
Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead, they could see a curiously shaped scar, like a bolt of lightning.
"Aww that's so cute!" Most of the girls' cooed.
"You do sound adorable…" Percy said looking at me before blushing and looking away. 'No that is much cuter…' I thought looking at Percy.
Professor McGonagall whispered, "Is that where…"
Dumbledore nodded his head, "Yes. He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself that is the perfect map of the London Underground.
Well… Give him here, Hagrid… we'd better get this over with."
I couldn't help but look at Dumbledore when that line was said. "Why did you want me to keep the scar? I don't want it. It is just a constant reminder of my parent's death."
"It is not important right now." Dumbledore said trying to calm Harry down.
"No it is important. You keep on hiding things from me. How am I supposed to trust you when all it seems you want is to use me is to fight Voldemort?!"
"Harry we will talk about this later." Dumbledore said before motioning for Percy to keep reading.
"Fine…but don't expect it to be when you find it convenient in your little schedule." I said before looking over to Percy who was giving me a look of understanding and a small smile before turning back to the book.
Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursley's house.
"C-could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid.
He bent his great, shaggy head and gave Harry what seemed like a very scratchy, whiskery kiss.
Hagrid suddenly let out a howl like a wounded dog.
McGonagall hissed, "Shh, you'll wake the muggles!"
Hagrid sobbed, "S-s-sorry, b-but I c-c-can't stand it. Lily and James bein' dead, an' poor little Harry, off to be with...with these muggles."
He took out a large, spotted handkerchief and buried his face in it.
"Yes, it's very sad. But get a grip on yourself, or we'll be found," McGonagall whispered, while patting Hagrid gently on the arm.
Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door.
He laid Harry on the doorstep, took the letter out of his cloak and tucked in inside Harry's blankets.
For a minute all three stood and looked at the little bundle.
Hagrid's shoulders shook, McGonagall blinked furiously and Dumbledore's eyes had lost their usual twinkling light.
"Well we've no business may as well go and join the celebration," said Dumbledore.
"Really?! You just left him on the doorstop and went to go to a party?! Not even ringing the doorbell?!" This time it was Percy yelling making people look at him shocked even the other people in his group looked shocked.
"I'll be taking Sirius his bike back." Hagrid said, "Goodnight Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, sir."
Dumbledore nodded to Professor McGonagall and said, "I shall see you soon, I expect Professor McGonagall."
McGonagall just blew her nose in reply. Dumbledore then turned and walked down the street.
On the corner he stopped and took out the silver put-outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street
lamps so that private Drive suddenly glowed orange.
He could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street.
He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.
"Good luck Harry," he murmured.
He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, was gone.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Private Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky.
It was the very last place anyone would expect astonishing things to happen.
Harry tuned over inside his blankets without waking,
a small hand closed on the letter as he slept on. Not knowing he was special, that he was famous,
or that he would be woken up by his aunt's scream as she put out the milk bottles.
He didn't know that he would spend the next weeks being pinched and prodded by his cousin Dudley,
or that at this very moment people were meeting in secret all over the country,
holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices, "To Harry Potter… the boy who lived.
"Well is there anymore?" Ron asked
"No…that was the last of the chapter." Percy said before putting the book down in his lap.
"Um why don't we all get refreshment?" Mr. Weasley offered getting many Yeah's and alright's. I stayed sitting where I was, while Ron and Hermione went to get something to eat and drink. I was too busy thinking about my parents and the fact that Dumbledore was the reason I was with the Dursley's' in the first to want to eat. Dumbledore tried to get me to follow him to talk but I was still too mad to want to be near him right now.
"Hey, are you alright?" Percy asked me snapping me out of my thought. I could hear the concern in his voice making me smile a little.
"I'm alright. I was just thinking about some things…" I said trying not to make him upset as well.
"Alright, but if you do want to talk I'd be happy to listen." Percy said giving me a sincere smile.
"Yeah…I will keep that in mind…thank you…" I say with a smile back.
"Well, we should probably get some food, before Grover eats it all." Percy jokes.
"Yeah, Ron's the same way when it comes to food," I say laughing.
As they walking over we hear, "Hey Perce, I save you some blue muffins and a blue cherry coke!"
"Blue?" I asked amused looking at Percy while inwardly cheering about finding something Percy likes.
"What? I like blue food." Percy muttered blushing.
"Ok, let's go get your blue food." I said still amused, before grabbing Percy's hand and pulling him to the table covered in all sorts of amazing food. 'I wonder if there is a story behind why he likes blue food.' I thought glancing at Percy seeing him look at our hands before looking up at me then turning away blushing letting himself get pulled by me.