Turning Tables
Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Nico's eyes widened. "What?" He mumbled.
Sirius gestured at the door. "Would you like to join us for dinner?" He smirked, something Nico's father would never have done. "If I was going to torture you, I'd give you my cooking, not Mrs. Weasleys"
He nodded. He took slow steps down the dusty staircase. He glanced at the moth-eaten curtain to his right as he walked into a much warmer room. The frizzy red head mother was bustling around through another door at the end of the room they were entering. The man he had seen before in the patched jacket.
Lupin smiled as he gestured to small dark boy being guided in by Sirius. "He'll be joining us for dinner, you've already met some of us."
The boy nodded to Ginny as he sat.
"Nice aim." He complimented her. Harry was startled about how normal seemed, despite the feeling of his scar itching whenever those jet black eyes stared at him.
The other redhead glared at the stranger. "He doesn't have to mess with my little sister." He muttered to the boy with glass
Ginny glared at the two. "What your name shorty?"
"N-No one and I'm not short, ginger." The boy seemed to relax then tense again, clearly agitated.
Harry snorted still angry at the world. "Does he know our names Sirius?" The man shook his head while glancing at his old school friend at the table.
"I didn't tell him." Said Lupin.
The youth, well it looked like a teenager snorted. "I know some of you yeah. That's Sirius." He pointed to Sirius then Lupin. "That's a werewolf, I think, kind of fits especially with talking to the dog. She's Ginny." He concluded. He stared at Harry, "And you, I recognize those eyes…" Harry backed away from the staring. Then suddenly he smacked his head against his hand. "Oh, great. You're Potter aren't you?"
Harry felt his scar start to prickle more the longer the kid looked at him. Harry nodded before giving off a sharp retort to cover his discomfort. "Yeah, and you're called Death boy since you can't be a Death Eater?"
The other face twisted up, for once making him look as though he might be near Harry's own age. "People call me that a lot.." He looked down at the table muttering in a foreign language.
Lupin glanced at him. "Pardon me but was that Latin?"
"Ancient Greek, some of the swear words sound the same."
Harry hid a small grin as Hermione glared and the two Weasleys laughed. Maybe this "Death Boy" wouldn't be so bad after all. "Where did you learn to speak Ancient Greek?"
The boy sunk back into his shoulder blades. "None of your business."
"Fred, George what on earth do you think you're doing "I didn't tell him." Said Lupin. Stop waiving around your wands for goodness sake No Fred but the Bread board down-." A hoard of food ran toward the table. Ginny jumped hissing like a cat as a Flagon of Water spilt over where she had been sitting before. Hermione squealed and he and Ron toppled back in their chairs as they nearly hit with soup. The bread board slammed down on the table but the knife kept spinning out of control towards Sirius.
Death boy moved faster than Harry had ever seen someone move outside of dueling. In a split second the teen had caught the knife. The other teen shook as he looked at Harry and the others, the knife poised above Sirius's hand.