Author's note: Hello again. This is the first chapter in my Percy/Oliver
story. This is one of two that I'll be doing, but the only one this fits
into my Harry Potter/Highlander crossover universe. You don't have to read
it to get this, as this is before Methos arrives, but please read it
anyway. I'm very proud of it. This is rated R for mature themes, violence,
issues, blah, blah, blah. I own nothing except for the plot and the idea of
the Weather Mage as I have it presented here. And now, the good stuff, my
story.
Weather Magic by Immortaljedi
Chapter 1
Percy burst into the dorm room he shared clutching his torn robes close to him. He looked about wildly; making sure it was empty, before rushing through to the room's bathroom. The door slammed shut and from behind the door came the muffled sounds of retching. A few moments later the shower was heard, effectively masking the tell-tale sobs of a crushed spirit.
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Half an hour later the water turned off and Percy staggered out of the bathroom, the open door letting out a burst of steam. Percy shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and almost tripped, not seeing the boot (Oliver's boots) in time due to his fogged glasses. He was dressed in his bathrobe, his torn robes no more than ashes in the metal waste basket of the bathroom. He rapidly crossed over to his trunk and pulled out his "comfort clothes," a pair of faded muggle blue jeans, threadbare from all the enlargement spells, a faded green tee-shirt, and a pair of red converse sneakers, worn and used. He quickly pulled them on then stopped, biting his nails. The clothes, which normally fit him comfortably, hung off his too thin frame, and his damp hair was ruffled. He heard sounds in drifting up from the common room. The others had returned! He had to hide!
Casting half wild eyes around the room his gaze finally settled on the window. Walking quickly, his long legs working fast he climbed up onto the seat and stepped out onto the window ledge. He edged his way to the side and with a quick prayer, a little jump, and a lot of luck he landed on the bottom ledge of the supports. Leaning back against the castle he slowly slid down into a sitting position, ignoring how the rough walls slid his shirt up and scratched up his back.
His knees drew up and he wrapped his arms around them as he bowed his head slightly, making himself as small as possible. His eyes teared and he wanted to blink them away, but he refused to close his eyes, staring off into the distance. Blinking only made the tears come faster.
The wind picked up, ruffling his clothes and his hair, making his eyes sting, but he refused to blink. A particularly strong gust blew and he could hold back no longer. He blinked. A single tear rolled down his cheek. A raindrop fell on his arm: another tear, another droplet.
His eyes closed and his face contorted as more and more tears poured from his eyes. The skies darkened and rain started to fall, first in bursts, then in sheets. It was coming down in buckets and Percy was oblivious to it all. His arms circled around him tighter as he started to shiver. The wind howled and he was drenched. Inside his mind another storm raged.
Images flashed. Sensations whirled. Marcus sneering at him. The coldness of the rough dungeon floor against his knees. The taste of blood and seamen. The sting of a belt or the dull ache of a fist. He shuddered, almost retching again from the memory. Older memories began to surface. The glee on the twins faces as they pulled prank after prank. Their vicious names. The looks from the Slytherins. Their comments about his family, his orientation. Earlier memories still. Empty hallways and pounding fists. Begging cries and shattered glasses. Taunts and beatings. Earlier memories. Late nights in fear, trembling near his mother as he tried to keep the twins quiet. Days of silence and darkness. Months without a father, or older brothers. All theses memories swirled, twisting and turning, to be blended down into raw emotion.
Hatred. Self-loathing. Worthlessness. Despair. Depression.
Such was Percy's world as he, emotionally and physically exhausted, fell into a deep slumber.
INSIDE THE CASTLE
Oliver paced the dorm room. It was past curfew and Percy wasn't back yet. Oliver was worried. Percy was NEVER out past curfew. It just wasn't in his nature to disobey rules like that. But the Library had been empty and he was to scared to go to a teacher at this time of night. Who would know?
The Twins.
They knew where everyone and everything was. They'd help him find Percy. Quickly he exited the dorm and hurried down the hall to where the fifth years slept. He heard talking from inside and saw light shining in from under the door. He knocked.
"Oy! FrednGeorge. I need to talk to you." The door cracked open and identical heads popped through. They grinned.
"Hello Olly!"
"What can we do ya for?"
"I need to find Percy." That turned the grins upside-down rather fast.
"Why?"
"Isn't he in the dorm?"
"It is after curfew, after all." Oliver ran a hand through his short hair as he sighed.
"I just came from the dorm. He isn't there. Nor is he anywhere in the Gryffindor tower, nor in the library. You two always seem to know what's going on, so I came to you." The twins exchanged a look.
"We can't help you."
"But Harry Potter can."
"He has the map."
"The map will know." Oliver blinked at them. The twins were rarely this cryptic, not even for a prank. But they seemed sincere for once, so he nodded and, thanking them for their time, headed off to the third year dorms. He knocked again and was in luck. Harry Potter answered the door, blinking sleepily.
"Oliver? What's wrong? We don't have practice now, do we?" Oliver shook his head, slightly chagrined that that was Harry's first thought relating to him. Quidditch.
"No Harry," He replied, "I need to find Percy. The Twins told me you could help." Harry blinked at him with those penetrating green eyes, no loner cloudy with sleep, and then nodded. He held up a hand telling him to wait and disappeared. A few moments later he returned holding his wand and a piece of old parchment. Oliver's brows furrowed as Harry tapped the parchment with his wand."
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Oliver blinked at a map of Hogwarts suddenly appeared, named dots moving on the page. Harry found the one named "Percy Weasley," first. "There," he said, pointing to the outer wall of the Gryffindor tower, He's," he paused, puzzled, "On the outer wall of the tower, outside your dorm." He blinked up at Oliver. "How can he be on the outer wall?"
"The supports," Oliver said worriedly. He ran off, leaving a very confused Harry Potter in his wake. He shrugged and went back to bed, he wouldn't remember this in the morning.
Oliver burst back into his dorm and ran to the window he had shut against the rain. He flung it open and leaned out, not caring about the water.
"Percy? PERCY?!" He could see a vague shape sitting on the support, curled into a little ball. He called again. "PERCY!?!?" The answer was weak, but there.
"Go away. Leave me alone."
"I can't do that Percy. It's raining, please come in!"
"NO!" Oliver sighed.
"I hate to do this, Percy, but." He lifted his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." Percy floated into the air with an indignant squawk and glared at Oliver as he was floated back into the room. He set Percy on the floor and he closed the windows. He turned back to his roommate and waited for him to stand.
"Percy.why were you out there?" Oliver asked the soaked youth. Percy turned his head away, water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. "Percy." Percy's jaw set and his eyes closed. "Why wont you tell me what's wrong?" Percy stiffened.
"Why should I?" he asked, his voice soft and shaky, his eyes squeezed tight.
"Because I'm your friend." Percy's head snapped to him, his eyes hidden behind the shine of his glasses.
"Oh really. That's a surprise, considering the fact that I have no friends!" he yelled that part, making Oliver take a step back. "The twins took care of that. Prissy Percy. Perfect Prefect. Humongous Bighead. Do the honestly think that I have no ears! I hear everything that they say. I know it all!" He stopped, his throat clenching.
"That's not true-"
"Oh, isn't it? I know it is. I didn't believe it at first, but you know what they say, you hear the same thing over and over you begin to believe it."
"Percy-"
"Don't even try, Oliver. You won't change my mind. You'd be lying anyway. I don't want to be the cause of the tarnish on you Gryffindor honor." He stopped suddenly, fists clenched and eyes screwed shut. When he spoke again his voice was blank, carefully bare. "Get out Oliver. Just leave and forget this ever happened."
"Percy."
"No, Oliver. Go. Don't bring this p ever again. I don't want to use a memory charm, but I will if I have to. You know I will." Oliver looked at Percy, who wouldn't look back. He nodded once, knowing Percy couldn't see, but would know anyway, and left.
Once he shut the door Percy swallowed and closed his eyes. Then, like a puppet cut from it's strings, he fell in a heap on the floor, tears he thought dried up forever returning with a vengeance. Outside the storm raged on.
TBC.
He he he. More to come soon. Ahh. Angsty!Percy. My favorite.
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I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
Weather Magic by Immortaljedi
Chapter 1
Percy burst into the dorm room he shared clutching his torn robes close to him. He looked about wildly; making sure it was empty, before rushing through to the room's bathroom. The door slammed shut and from behind the door came the muffled sounds of retching. A few moments later the shower was heard, effectively masking the tell-tale sobs of a crushed spirit.
***************************///////////////////****************************
Half an hour later the water turned off and Percy staggered out of the bathroom, the open door letting out a burst of steam. Percy shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and almost tripped, not seeing the boot (Oliver's boots) in time due to his fogged glasses. He was dressed in his bathrobe, his torn robes no more than ashes in the metal waste basket of the bathroom. He rapidly crossed over to his trunk and pulled out his "comfort clothes," a pair of faded muggle blue jeans, threadbare from all the enlargement spells, a faded green tee-shirt, and a pair of red converse sneakers, worn and used. He quickly pulled them on then stopped, biting his nails. The clothes, which normally fit him comfortably, hung off his too thin frame, and his damp hair was ruffled. He heard sounds in drifting up from the common room. The others had returned! He had to hide!
Casting half wild eyes around the room his gaze finally settled on the window. Walking quickly, his long legs working fast he climbed up onto the seat and stepped out onto the window ledge. He edged his way to the side and with a quick prayer, a little jump, and a lot of luck he landed on the bottom ledge of the supports. Leaning back against the castle he slowly slid down into a sitting position, ignoring how the rough walls slid his shirt up and scratched up his back.
His knees drew up and he wrapped his arms around them as he bowed his head slightly, making himself as small as possible. His eyes teared and he wanted to blink them away, but he refused to close his eyes, staring off into the distance. Blinking only made the tears come faster.
The wind picked up, ruffling his clothes and his hair, making his eyes sting, but he refused to blink. A particularly strong gust blew and he could hold back no longer. He blinked. A single tear rolled down his cheek. A raindrop fell on his arm: another tear, another droplet.
His eyes closed and his face contorted as more and more tears poured from his eyes. The skies darkened and rain started to fall, first in bursts, then in sheets. It was coming down in buckets and Percy was oblivious to it all. His arms circled around him tighter as he started to shiver. The wind howled and he was drenched. Inside his mind another storm raged.
Images flashed. Sensations whirled. Marcus sneering at him. The coldness of the rough dungeon floor against his knees. The taste of blood and seamen. The sting of a belt or the dull ache of a fist. He shuddered, almost retching again from the memory. Older memories began to surface. The glee on the twins faces as they pulled prank after prank. Their vicious names. The looks from the Slytherins. Their comments about his family, his orientation. Earlier memories still. Empty hallways and pounding fists. Begging cries and shattered glasses. Taunts and beatings. Earlier memories. Late nights in fear, trembling near his mother as he tried to keep the twins quiet. Days of silence and darkness. Months without a father, or older brothers. All theses memories swirled, twisting and turning, to be blended down into raw emotion.
Hatred. Self-loathing. Worthlessness. Despair. Depression.
Such was Percy's world as he, emotionally and physically exhausted, fell into a deep slumber.
INSIDE THE CASTLE
Oliver paced the dorm room. It was past curfew and Percy wasn't back yet. Oliver was worried. Percy was NEVER out past curfew. It just wasn't in his nature to disobey rules like that. But the Library had been empty and he was to scared to go to a teacher at this time of night. Who would know?
The Twins.
They knew where everyone and everything was. They'd help him find Percy. Quickly he exited the dorm and hurried down the hall to where the fifth years slept. He heard talking from inside and saw light shining in from under the door. He knocked.
"Oy! FrednGeorge. I need to talk to you." The door cracked open and identical heads popped through. They grinned.
"Hello Olly!"
"What can we do ya for?"
"I need to find Percy." That turned the grins upside-down rather fast.
"Why?"
"Isn't he in the dorm?"
"It is after curfew, after all." Oliver ran a hand through his short hair as he sighed.
"I just came from the dorm. He isn't there. Nor is he anywhere in the Gryffindor tower, nor in the library. You two always seem to know what's going on, so I came to you." The twins exchanged a look.
"We can't help you."
"But Harry Potter can."
"He has the map."
"The map will know." Oliver blinked at them. The twins were rarely this cryptic, not even for a prank. But they seemed sincere for once, so he nodded and, thanking them for their time, headed off to the third year dorms. He knocked again and was in luck. Harry Potter answered the door, blinking sleepily.
"Oliver? What's wrong? We don't have practice now, do we?" Oliver shook his head, slightly chagrined that that was Harry's first thought relating to him. Quidditch.
"No Harry," He replied, "I need to find Percy. The Twins told me you could help." Harry blinked at him with those penetrating green eyes, no loner cloudy with sleep, and then nodded. He held up a hand telling him to wait and disappeared. A few moments later he returned holding his wand and a piece of old parchment. Oliver's brows furrowed as Harry tapped the parchment with his wand."
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Oliver blinked at a map of Hogwarts suddenly appeared, named dots moving on the page. Harry found the one named "Percy Weasley," first. "There," he said, pointing to the outer wall of the Gryffindor tower, He's," he paused, puzzled, "On the outer wall of the tower, outside your dorm." He blinked up at Oliver. "How can he be on the outer wall?"
"The supports," Oliver said worriedly. He ran off, leaving a very confused Harry Potter in his wake. He shrugged and went back to bed, he wouldn't remember this in the morning.
Oliver burst back into his dorm and ran to the window he had shut against the rain. He flung it open and leaned out, not caring about the water.
"Percy? PERCY?!" He could see a vague shape sitting on the support, curled into a little ball. He called again. "PERCY!?!?" The answer was weak, but there.
"Go away. Leave me alone."
"I can't do that Percy. It's raining, please come in!"
"NO!" Oliver sighed.
"I hate to do this, Percy, but." He lifted his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa." Percy floated into the air with an indignant squawk and glared at Oliver as he was floated back into the room. He set Percy on the floor and he closed the windows. He turned back to his roommate and waited for him to stand.
"Percy.why were you out there?" Oliver asked the soaked youth. Percy turned his head away, water dripping from his hair onto his shirt. "Percy." Percy's jaw set and his eyes closed. "Why wont you tell me what's wrong?" Percy stiffened.
"Why should I?" he asked, his voice soft and shaky, his eyes squeezed tight.
"Because I'm your friend." Percy's head snapped to him, his eyes hidden behind the shine of his glasses.
"Oh really. That's a surprise, considering the fact that I have no friends!" he yelled that part, making Oliver take a step back. "The twins took care of that. Prissy Percy. Perfect Prefect. Humongous Bighead. Do the honestly think that I have no ears! I hear everything that they say. I know it all!" He stopped, his throat clenching.
"That's not true-"
"Oh, isn't it? I know it is. I didn't believe it at first, but you know what they say, you hear the same thing over and over you begin to believe it."
"Percy-"
"Don't even try, Oliver. You won't change my mind. You'd be lying anyway. I don't want to be the cause of the tarnish on you Gryffindor honor." He stopped suddenly, fists clenched and eyes screwed shut. When he spoke again his voice was blank, carefully bare. "Get out Oliver. Just leave and forget this ever happened."
"Percy."
"No, Oliver. Go. Don't bring this p ever again. I don't want to use a memory charm, but I will if I have to. You know I will." Oliver looked at Percy, who wouldn't look back. He nodded once, knowing Percy couldn't see, but would know anyway, and left.
Once he shut the door Percy swallowed and closed his eyes. Then, like a puppet cut from it's strings, he fell in a heap on the floor, tears he thought dried up forever returning with a vengeance. Outside the storm raged on.
TBC.
He he he. More to come soon. Ahh. Angsty!Percy. My favorite.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi