A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. Had a writer's block. Sorry.

7. A 'Freaky' Accident

For as long as little Harry can remember, his name had always been 'freak'.

"Freak! Don't dirty this!", "Freak! You are as horrible as my freaky sister!", "Freak! I will bash your head if you don't stop crying!", and so on.

Needless to say; Harry's one-and-a-half-year-old brain wasn't able to decipher the meaning of their comments. But what he did understand was, he was called 'freak'. Whenever they cry out 'freak'; they are calling him. Whenever they call for a 'freak'; he has to answer them.

And to be fair, he didn't understand the meaning of 'freak' either. For as far as the toddler knew; it was just his name, like 'Duddikins' was his brother's.

Another thing was this 'Duddikins'. From the day he can remember, 'Peetooniaa' had always hovered around him. Feeding him; burping him; giving him 'huggies' and 'kissies'. He had cried for attention a few times, but 'Veernoon' had shouted at him; yelling 'freak' and something.

He hadn't tried that again.

And above that, they always brought chocolates, and cakes, and sweets for 'Duddikins'; but never for him. They brought him gifts wrapped up in colorful papers and brought him colorful clothes. But he never got any. His only clothes were the baggy torn ones of his brother, and his only gifts had been the aforementioned colorful papers. Papers that he had been called to clean up and throw to the dustbin, but Harry had folded them meticulously and kept them under his bed.

He hadn't understood at that time. But as time went on and he saw that 'Duddikins' is being showered with attention and love, and food; he came to an understanding. With all the conviction that only a toddler can muster, he concluded that his 'brother', must be 'sick'. And that is why every adult in the house took care of him. His heart had gone out for his brother, and he had opted to stay silent even when 'Veernoon' didn't bring gifts for him while coming back from work. Even when 'Peetooniaa' forgot to feed him; while 'Duddikins' ate away from her hands.

Well, he is a healthy 'freak'. He can bear a little hunger if his poor 'sick' brother gets better.

But as all things have an endpoint, a breaking line; Harry's dedication had one too.

By some cruel twist of irony; it was the day of his second birthday. Not that Harry knew the fact.

'Peetooniaa' had forgotten to give him food once again. Now breakfast was manageable, he had found a couple of 'soft' biscuits under the cabinet. They had been enough to pacify his growling stomach. But he knew that he needed more to go through the day. Unfortunately, none of his usual haunts like the couch; or the dining table; or 'Duddikin's room' had provided him any.

But Harry hadn't given up. When she forgot to bring him lunch too; his tummy had started growling once again. And as luck, or rather bad luck would have it; 'Veernoon' had come home from work earlier, carrying an entire box of cakes for his 'Duddikins'. Despite being a toddler, his brother had always been a prodigious eater. A whole box of cake; which would have made a 'normal' grown-up full, had disappeared in the endless pit that was his brother.

He had reached out a hand for a piece of chocolate cake that his brother had thrown away; the only scrape remaining in the whole box. But 'Veernoon' had slapped aside the hand; laughing at something about 'freaks and their audacity'. He had given up on eating the piece.

But when 'Veernoon' had left the room, his hunger; coupled with the fact that chocolate cake is just lying in front of him; his desire had been unavoidable.

He had reached out his hand and wished for that piece of delicacy to come to him. Wished with all his mind to give him that to eat, to survive.

For a moment, nothing had happened. When he was almost ready to pull his hand away in disappointment, his growling tummy had loudly discouraged him from that notion.

So the now 2-year-old Harry Potter; had stretched his hand out in desperation and wished with all his might for a piece of discarded cake on his own birthday.

Thwap. The entire box containing the piece of cake had flown up and bumped with his hand. Being too distracted by his hunger; he had overlooked the fact that this; shouldn't have been possible.

But not everyone did. 'Peetooniaa' had dropped the plates from her hand and shrieked at the top of her voice, pointing at Harry.

"What happened, Pet?"; Vernon had rushed into the room. "He… he…"; Petunia had choked on her words, "He's one of them now! He's a freak too!"; Petunia had screamed at her husband.

"Oh. I see"; Vernon had said with a grave face. "Well... then we just have to beat it out of him shouldn't we?"; his expressionless face had given away to a sadistic smile.

"Huh? What are you…"; Petunia had trailed off watching the look on her husband's face. "Vernon, I don't think it's possible. You can't…"

"Shut your mouth women!"; Vernon had roared, folding his sleeves. "Wait! He's just a baby! Don't do…"; her words had fallen to deaf ears. "Get out of here and take Dudley with you"; Vernon hissed.

Understanding that she has no other option, she had picked up Dudley and hurried out of the room. Not even sparing a single glance at her sister's boy. "Now boy. We have to beat the 'freak' out of you. So, be a nice kid and stay still, okay?"; Vernon bolted the door to the room.

"Hey, Sirius?"; watching her 2-month-old husband 'Hmm' in response, she continued; "What do you want?"

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"; Sirius looked up from his paper, curiously. "The baby, Black. The baby"; Amelia shook her head in mock desperation. "Honestly! How am I married to such a fool?"

"Hey, take that back!"; Sirius cried out in a mock-hurt tone. "Besides… you didn't marry me for my height of 'intelligence', did you?"; he wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, do shut up! You despicable little…"; her embarrassed mutterings gave away to her husband's laughter.

"No, seriously. What do you want? A boy or a girl?"; asked Amelia.

"Well, I will love them both to death. But honestly… I think I would prefer a boy."

"And why is that?"

"Well… truthfully? I have no idea how to be a father. My own parents and grandparents had made sure of that fact. At least having a boy will give me some common ground to interact with. But if it's a girl? Well then…, heh. You are completely on your own."

"Don't be a dolt!"; Amelia punched on his arm. "What do you mean you are on your own? You will look after your daughter, Sirius Orion Black."

"Okay, okay! Jeez…"; Sirius rubbed his arms, "I guess I can always clean up the dungeons in our basement. Give the poor guy who tries to touch my daughter a taste of the 'House Black'. The chains, and the spikes, and… Ow! Ow! Ow! What is wrong with you woman! Stop hitting me!"; Sirius tried to defend himself from a giggling Amelia.

Their laughing stopped when a silvery phoenix landed in front of them. "Harry. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Now." Dumbledore's voice came out as the phoenix opened its mouth.

"I know the place. Come on!"; Sirius took Amelia's hand in his own, and disapparated.

Petunia was cowering in the living room with Dudley; when their front door flew open. She watched helplessly as Sirius Black and a pregnant red-haired woman entered her house, wands in hand.

"Point me Harry Potter"; shouted Sirius, eyes raking across every inch of the house; searching for his godson. The wand pointed upwards as both of them ran up the stairs.

Meanwhile; Harry was cowering in front of 'Veernoon'. Why is he beating me? The same question rotated in his head even as blood poured down from a cut on his cheek. Vernon was towering in front of the door; his hand up in the air, determined to backhand the 'freak' across the room. To kill the 'freakiness' inside of him, before it can harm his dear, innocent, family.

"Boy!"; he barked, "Come here and let me cure you!" Harry whimpered in fear but came towards him nonetheless. Already having faced the consequences of not obeying his orders. He pressed his eyes close, waiting, preparing for the inevitable strike on his face.

BAM! The door busted open. A dark-haired man ran into the room; holding a wooden stick in his hands. Padfoot? A forgotten memory sprang up on his mind.

"Expelliarmus!"; the man shouted. 'Veernoon' flew away from the door and crashed at the opposite wall. The man, Padfoot; his mind supplied once again, called someone behind him to come forward.

Huh!? His breath hitched in his throat as he watched the woman. Red hair… Mom!? The red-haired lady came in front of him and picked him up. Holding him gently, tears flowed down her face as Harry watched her breathlessly.

Is she crying...? Is she crying for me!? The sheer absurdness of the situation made him speechless. Nobody cried for him! Nobody picked him up and hugged him so closely, so softly. He buried his face in her chest. There's no way he is going to miss this chance.

Amelia cried even harder as Harry burrowed his face more deeply, her clothes turning bloody from the blood seeping out of his wounds. "Episkey"; a faint whisper closed the cut. She walked out of the accursed house; watching as a woman hid behind a table holding a fat boy against her chest.

So this must be Petunia. She thought distastefully. She is hiding down here while her 'husband' is beating a toddler to death. I can't believe she is Lily's sister. She shook her head in disgust and walked through the opened doors.

Oh, how she wanted to go upstairs and flay the fat fool. But her official position won't allow her to do that. She 'tch'ed under her breath. But well…, she can always just turn around and not watch what is happening upstairs. She smirked cruelly in her mind and looked up.

Her eyes shifted from the light show upstairs as the little boy twitched in her arms. "How are you feeling honey? Are you alright?"; she cooed at the baby boy. Impossibly large green eyes peeked up from her chest, scrunched up in apparent confusion at the absence of pain.

"Doesn't hurt"; he mumbled out, patting his hand on the cheek carefully. "Why?"; inquisitive eyes peered at her.

"That... will be magic, Harry!"; a jovial voice greeted the pair. Sirius stood in front of the gate; a large smile on his face. "Pa'foot?"; he asked tentatively. "That's right! You remember!?"; Sirius laughed out in joy. Even Amelia had to smile watching their reunion.

"But who's Harry?"; the next question immediately shattered their jolly mood. "You are Harry, sweetheart"; Amelia explained to the baby boy. Watching the confusion in his godson's eyes; Sirius seethed once again. "Those… those…"; he spluttered in rage, "I have half a mind to just gut them like pigs! Those good-for-nothing freaks, bloody…"

His tirade stopped watching his godson nod at his words. "What is it, honey?"; Amelia asked watching his action. "Freak"; he nodded, and then pointed at himself, "Me."

Oh.

Oooh...

Oh... sweet, sweet Merlin! Hmm… is a job at the Ministry really that important? I mean, it can never be as satisfying as murdering the Dursleys; can it? Hmm… I wonder…

Sirius pulled her out of her thoughts. "Ames?"; he called, "Can you take Harry home? I have some unfinished business here", he started folding his sleeves. "Yes of course"; she nodded readily, "I will take him home", she assured her husband. "You just take care of your work okay?" Sirius grinned at her; "Of course honey! You know how hard I work! And I just have a feeling, that this one; will be a masterpiece." He finished the last sentence with thinly veiled rage in his voice and stalked at the open door.

Amelia smiled and apparated back at home. Never underestimate a Black; especially when you are talking about these things.

There's a reason why everyone so readily believed him to be evil, after all.

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Sirius came back almost 2 hours later; with a smile on his face and a jump in his steps. Amelia just smiled and nodded, and then went back to fussing over Harry.

A/N: Percy comes in the next chapter.

And sorry about the wait.

I had a bit of a Writer's Block in this story; and an overabundance of plot for my new one.

By the way; if anyone among you loves RWBY, check out my other story.

Legend of the Old (RWBY Fanfiction)

A legend from the Age of Gods arrives at Vale. What will Jaune do; entangled in a deadly game between Gods; immortal wizards and hormonal teenage gi... sorry; brave young huntresses? At least Ren is here. This is a story of Destruction; of Rebirth; of Magic. This is the story of a boy who only wanted to be a hero. Just remember; "Nothing is true, and everything is permitted."

Bye!