Chapter Two: Laevifidus
Percy rubbed his eyes, shutting his bedroom door behind him with an audible click. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself. After dealing with the gods for half his life, he was able to keep his cool when he wanted to. The moment the "wizards" exited the apartment, he pretty much let himself panic.
"Do the gods hate me or something?" he demanded once they had left. "This is getting ridiculous!"
"Well, a few of them do," his mother had said, rolling her eyes.
"That's beside the point," Percy said, unusually irritable.
"You asked," Paul pointed out.
"It was rhetorical."
"Impressive, Percy, you're using big words."
"Boys!" Sally interrupted.
"Sorry," Paul said automatically, grinning at her.
And so after getting out his steam and discussing things with his parents, he ended up in his room.
Now he was digging in his pocket for a drachma.
He entered the bathroom, turned on the sink, and muttered under his breath to show him Annabeth Chase from Half-Blood Hill.
"Annabeth!" Percy said, seeing the back of his girlfriend's head. She whirled around in surprise, and then visibly relaxed when she saw Percy.
"Percy!" she grinned. "What's up?" Then she seemed to notice how gloomy he was. "Did something happen?"
"I have another evil grandfather," Percy said, going straight for the kill.
There was a long, slow pause where Annabeth just looked at him.
"…Oh," she said, as if he had just announced he had just seen the latest movie that had come out. "Explain?"
So Percy told her everything that had happened and what the "wizards" had told him, and she just looked thoughtful throughout his speech.
"Do you think it's actually possible that they're wizards?" he asked.
"Probably," Annabeth said hesitantly. "It's possible they could be blessed by Hecate, but I don't think that's really her thing."
"She doesn't seem like the type of person to do that," Percy agreed.
"Or they could be descendants of blessed ones," she said thoughtfully. "She was much nicer a few centuries, I heard. But if that were possible, we would have known by now…the gods probably know, but they aren't telling us."
"Annabeth!" a muffled, childish voice said, possibly from downstairs. "Get out here, would you? It's time for dinner!"
"Coming, Bobby!"Annabeth said. "Sorry, Percy, I've got to go. I'll ask Chiron next time I IM him. I'll get in touch with you tomorrow, alright? Love you, bye!"
"Bye," he mumbled, watching the Iris Message dissolve.
He let the sink drain and went back in his room, starting to slowly pack his things.
While he and his family waited in the living room, he replayed the scene in his head. There had been something off about the other kid, Harry, that he couldn't quite place. And then he realized that it had been his aura. Harry had been tense, like he was holding many people's burdens and he didn't really have a choice. He reminded Percy of himself.
He became aware of his mother speaking to him. "Are you alright with this, Percy?" she was asking him worriedly.
"Yeah, of course. It's not like I haven't been through worse," he grinned and although the worried look on her face didn't erase completely, Paul looked somewhat more convinced.
"Calm down, Sally," he smiled. "Percy here's fought one evil grandfather before; all he has to do this time is hide."
"I guess you're right," she admitted reluctantly. She turned her attention to the clock. "It's already eleven o'clock! They should be here by now!"
As if Sally had said some sort of magic words, there was a flash of light and the old man named Dumbledore stood there with a warm smile on his face.
"Dreadfully sorry about my lateness," he said cheerfully. "A bit of a…ah, argument, broke out."
Something was telling Percy it was probably about him. That shouldn't have amused him half as much as it did.
After passing out slips of paper to them and telling them to memorize them and then get rid of them, Percy looked at the neat whip-like writing and stared at the paper for about thirty seconds.
"Is something the matter?" Dumbledore asked a bit too sharply for his liking, as if he had recognized whatever was written or something.
"Err…no. Just give me a moment, would you?" Percy said a bit embarrassed.
"He has dyslexia," Paul explained, rolling his eyes. "He always forgets to mention that and people start feeling offended when they think he can't read their handwriting when it's perfectly legible."
"Ah," Dumbledore said, understanding forming on his face.
After finally making out 12 Grimmauld Place on the paper, he stuffed it in his pocket.
"Just keep thinking what was written on the paper," Dumbledore said with a wink. "Now, off we go! Everyone touch the book here, would you? Hold tight to your belongings!"
Percy put his hand on the book as Dumbledore started to count down to zero.
And not a second later they were in a dark neighborhood, in front of a line of houses. He suddenly remembered to keep repeating the words in his head.
12 Grimmauld Place, 12 Grimmauld Place, 12 Grimmauld Place…
Percy stood staring at the house that suddenly appeared, mouth hanging open slightly.
"It's always a shock at first," Dumbledore said cheerfully in a reassuring voice. "You'll get used to it."
Like hell I will, Percy thought rather numbly.
Sally and Paul were gaping at the house too, so at least he wasn't the only one looking like an idiot fish out of water.
The house was incredibly quiet, as it seemed that most of its occupants were asleep. There was one woman who was visibly awake, and had apparently been waiting for their arrival. She looked extremely tense and almost scared when they came in the kitchen, but she offered a tentative smile which Sally returned warmly.
Percy, being the sleep-deprived sixteen-year-old he was, probably looked like a thug with black sags under his eyes and an irritated look on his face now that he wasn't surprised by a magic building that appeared out of thin air.
"Wizards wouldn't happen to have beds, would they? Wouldn't really be surprised if they had some other fancy, uh… thing for sleeping." Okay, so maybe he wasn't being creative at the moment, but he'd been through a lot in the past couple of hours.
The now-introduced Molly Weasley gave Percy a knowing look, as if he had just confirmed something.
Sally sighed. "Didn't you just hear Mrs. Weasley tell us where our rooms would be? She said we would have queen-sized beds. Really, Percy, you need to pay attention every once in a while!"
Paul, the traitor, just looked amused and covered up a laugh with a cough.
Mrs. Weasley gave them an odd look, and Dumbledore cheerfully suggested she escort them to their rooms since he simply must be off, having important duties to attend to.
And so after his mom and Paul had been lead to their room, Percy had to wait until after they'd arrived at theirs before being brought to his.
There was an awkward atmosphere where Mrs. Weasley positively glared at him while they stopped in front of his room.
"Uh, thanks," Percy said intelligently, uncomfortable. "See you in the morning, I guess."
Mrs. Weasley didn't answer, so he just shut his door and collapsed on the bed in the middle of the room with an outtake of air.
My life sucks.
The next morning, Percy stumbled down the stairs, yawning widely.
"Good morning, sleepy head," his mother said teasingly when he came into the room.
"Morning," he replied, rubbing his eyes. "Where's Paul?"
Sally laughed. "I believe a wizard whisked him off to interrogate him about technology. Funny man, he was."
"Wizard?" Percy frowned, and then his eyes widened. "Oh. I was kind of hoping that was a dream."
"Things aren't that simple when it comes to you," Sally sighed with a bit of fondness, rolling her eyes.
Before Percy could say I know right, Harry, the teenager he had met yesterday, came in the room with three redheads and a girl with bushy hair.
Harry looked a bit nervous and wouldn't look Percy in the eye. "Hey," he said uncomfortably, as if he hadn't expected them to be there.
Percy mentally sighed. Were all of these people going to act like this around him?
"Nice to see you again, Harry," Percy said instead, smiling. "Who are they?" His eyes drifted to Harry's companions, noticing the disgusted look on one of the redhead's face, and a curious but contained look on the other two's, well, identical faces. Why am I suddenly reminded of the Stoll brothers? Percy moaned inwardly, already knowing that these two would be similar to the brothers.
The only one out of them who didn't react negatively to Percy was the girl, who immediately smiled kindly at him and held out her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger," she said. "This is Ron, and the other two are Ron's older brothers, Fred and George Weasley."
Percy looked at the twins with something like wariness. They seemed to sense this, and their guarded expressions turned into amused ones.
"What's wrong, mate?" one grinned.
"You seem a bit scared of us," the other smirked.
"You remind me of some friends of mine," Percy said, uneasy. "They're brothers too, you see."
They looked surprised. "Oh really?" Percy took a shot and guessed this one was Fred.
"What are their names?" George said, curious.
They both seemed to lean closer to him with mischief in their eyes.
"Travis and Connor Stoll," Percy said after debating whether or not to tell them. "They're not twins, but they could be if you ignored the height difference."
"Oh," Harry said in surprise. "You mentioned something about them when you came in yesterday, right?" He looked hesitant. "You said something about them…stealing from convenience stores, or something."
Percy tried not to laugh as he said, "Yes, that's them. Only a few people are able to keep them in check. Luckily, I'm one of those people." He rolled his eyes.
"How?" The twins asked at the same time, which was a bit freaky to Percy.
Percy shrugged, grinning. "We're good friends, and I don't know, I guess they I'm scary when I get angry or something."
Sally smiled, looking at Percy as she said, "I'm going to go find Paul. Don't get into too much trouble, Percy."
"You act as if I can't go five minutes without being supervised."
"You can't," she muttered under her breath.
"I heard that!"
Sally didn't respond, chuckling as she left to find Paul.
There was a long pause as the twins looked a bit humored, Harry looked uncomfortable, and Ron just glared at Percy.
Percy didn't really mind the glaring from Ron since he had received much scarier looks before, but it still bothered him a bit. Clearly this had something to do with his newfound grandfather, but he just wasn't in the mood to put up with this kind of bias treatment.
"Do you a problem with me or something?" he asked, looking at Ron with raised eyebrows.
Ron spluttered. "A problem? No, I have no problem at all with having You-Know-Who's family in the same house as me and my family."
"Huh. Could've fooled me," Percy said, frowning.
"It probably isn't that hard," Ron practically spat.
"Dude, I don't know what I ever did to offend you, but back off."
"Oh, I don't find it offensive at all that your granddad killed hundreds of people. Why should I be offended by that?"
"Ron, calm down," Hermione said, attempting to ease the youngest redhead.
"So you're judging me because of something my grandfather did?" Percy demanded.
"Yeah, maybe I am!" Ron scowled.
Harry and the twins looked like they were about to jump in and separate them before they started using fists, but Percy took a deep breath and counted to ten mentally.
"You know what, I don't even care. Go ahead and judge me like everyone else! I'm used to getting judged because of my family members, anyway, so it's not like it's new or anything."
And before any of the others could say anything, Percy stormed off to his room.
"Really, Ron, couldn't you have just tried to get along with him?" Hermione scolded, walking in front of Harry and Ron trailed behind her on the way to the dining room for lunch. "He didn't even seem that bad!"
"Well, he could be acting for all we know!" Ron protested. "He's You-Know-Who's grandson for Merlin's sake!"
Hermione whirled around. "So? Sirius is related to Bellatrix Lestrange, and you don't seem to have any problems with him!"
Ron faltered. "He's Harry's godfather, though! Dumbledore trusts him!"
"And Dumbledore trusts Percy and his family enough to let them live here," Hermione pointed out.
"It's more like he's making sure they can't go run off to You-Know-Who!"
Before Hermione could retort, they arrived at the dining room where lunch was being served. Almost everyone who lived regularly at Grimmauld Place seemed to be eating, even Sally and Paul. The only one that was missing was Percy.
"Where's Percy?" Harry asked immediately.
"He's in his room," Sally said, the table getting quiet at the sudden arrival. "He's probably contacting Annabeth."
"Annabeth?" Sirius asked, looking up. "Who's Annabeth?"
Sally and Paul started grinning. "Oh, she's Percy's girlfriend," Paul said in a singsong voice.
"They've finally started admitting they like each other, haven't they?" Sally laughed.
"It's about time!" Paul snorted. "They've known each other for, what, four years and they hadn't figured it out until Percy's sixteenth birthday?"
"Hold on just one second," Fred interrupted, grinning.
"You're telling us that that easy going kid up there took four years to ask a girl out?" George snickered, wearing the same look on his face as Fred.
"No," Paul said, looking highly amused. "I'm telling you that that kid took four years to get asked out by a girl."
The twins nearly fell over in laughter. "That is priceless," Fred snorted.
"What's priceless?" a voice said from the entryway.
The room got silent. Then, the twins stood up and walked slowly to Percy with identical Cheshire cat grins on their faces.
Putting an arm around his shoulders on both sides, they smirked. "So," Fred drawled. "Heard you got a girlfriend, Percy."
"Um. Yeah? We've been dating for a couple weeks now." Percy was not very comfortable in this position.
"Also heard it took for years for you to get together," George continued. "And that she was the one who asked you out."
Percy sent a venomous look at his mother and Paul, who sat there looking innocent.
"Actually, it more like she kissed me instead of her asking me out," Percy said, rolling his eyes. "And after we kissed, the whole camp came out and were like, 'Oh, looks like they need to cool down,' so we got thrown in the lake."
"Seriously?" George snorted. "You got thrown in a lake?"
"Although that one backfired on them," Percy grinned. "Best underwater kiss ever."
"You made out under a lake?" Fred laughed. "A bit eccentric, don't you think?"
"Anyway," Molly Weasley said, shooting a curious look at Percy. "Dumbledore is coming over today. He said he would be bringing the Sorting Hat for Percy, since it would be a bit awkward if he was Sorted with the first years. He should be here any moment."
"What's a Sorting Hat?" Percy asked, sitting next to his mother. He seemed to have gotten over the fight he had had with Ron earlier.
"There are four Houses at Hogwarts," Lupin explained from across from him. "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The Sorting Hat looks through your memories, feelings and thoughts, and on its judgment Sorts you to the House that reflects you." Seeing the look on Percy's face, he quickly said, "It does not tell anyone what it sees, even the Headmaster if you ask it."
A flash of relief flashed on Percy's face before it was carefully concealed.
"Well, Percy," Arthur Weasley said, leaning forward with a smile. "Tell us a bit about yourself. Tell us, what do you want to be when you get older?"
Percy wasn't expecting that question. What was he supposed say? Well, I never expected to live that long, so I don't know. He couldn't just say that, so he paused and said slowly, "I think I'd like to do something that involves water. I haven't really thought about it that much."
Before Mr. Weasley could reply, there was a flash of light and Dumbledore stood in the room with an old hat in his hand.
"Good afternoon," he greeted lips quirking up.
"That's the Sorting Hat?" Percy said dubiously. It certainly didn't look like much.
"Ah, Percy," Dumbledore said warmly. "I'm guessing someone explained to you what we would be doing?"
Percy glanced at Lupin. "Yeah, you could say that."
"Wonderful!" Dumbledore beamed. "Now, if you'll just come over here and sit down."
Wary, Percy did as he was told, and felt the hat slowly being lowered down on his head.
The moment it touched him, Percy felt something touch his mind.
My, my, what do we have here? A voice said in his head.
Percy neared jumped a foot in the air. "Ahh?!"
There was a chuckling noise. Calm down, I'm just the Sorting Hat. No need to be scared.
"And why shouldn't I be scared of a hat talking in my head?" Percy muttered.
Just think and I will hear. All I'm going to do is take a peek at your life, and Sort you into a House.
Now let's see here…
"Oh my," the voice that had been in his head said out loud in amazement. "Oh dear. I certainly wasn't expecting that."
"Shut up," Percy hissed under his breath. He didn't really like the looks the others were giving him.
Half god, half human? The voice hummed. Son of Poseidon? You have got quite the secret here, don't you?
'You could say that again,' Percy thought.
There was a minute or two of silence as the Hat ruffled through his mind, making a comment or two out loud thoughtfully. For instance:
"Did you really jump from that high?"
And, "Oh, you poor boy! That must have hurt! Ouch!"
Or, "I can't believe you really said that. Were you trying to get killed?"
This would make everyone give him long, hard looks, and his mother and stepfather look at him worriedly.
By the time the Hat had gotten to his latest memories, Percy was just about ready to throw it off his head, stomp on it, rip it up, and throw it out the window.
You've seen so much for such a tender age, the voice said sadly. So many deaths…
Percy decided not to reply, because it probably wouldn't be all that kind.
Hmm. This really is hard. You've had so many experiences and traits that it's difficult to decide…
'Speaking of which,' Percy suddenly thought. 'Mind not telling anyone about what you saw? You know, for obvious reasons and such.'
Of course, of course! I won't tell a soul.
"Now then, the House you shall be Sorted in is—"
Oh, that was fun. That was really, really fun. You thought you'd get to know what House he was Sorted in? Ha. Think again.
…Actually, I'm really putting a poll up on my profile, so all of you lovelies will get to decide what House he's Sorted in. (I swear, if Ravenclaw is even voted for, I will be very surprised, but I guess I could kind of understand it, because Percy is smart when it comes to fighting and such, but he's not really book smart, or 'clever' in that matter.) So, go take a look!
The chapter title, Laevifidus, is Latin. It means "untrustworthy, trustless, chancy, questionable, etc."
Sorry for updating so late, everyone! But I hope you enjoy this chapter, because I certainly did! I appreciate every review, follow, and favorite I received! (Really, I did not expect this to get so much feedback! Thank you!)
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