A Demigod In The World Of Magic

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"Relax Susan, everything's going to be fine," Percy patted her shoulder, "Harry has a plan, and it's probably a perfect one considering he probably got help from Hermione."

The bookworm sighed, "yes, he did. We were up until two last night practising, hopefully it will be enough." Susan glared at Hermione's words, but none of them seemed to notice.

"Well while I have all the confidence in the world in your plans, just in case I prepared a little extra help," Percy reached into his pocket and pulled out the wooden box he prepared for Harry. 

He slid it over the desk and let the three fourth year students stare at it in awe, "it's a little something I made for you last night. Double tap with your wand to increase it to normal size. Inside you will find a fire resistant potion, a bravery potion and small bottle containing the draught of living death, all made by yours truly."

"Woah," Harry said as his eyes widened as he looked at the box.

"Yes, woah indeed," Percy grinned, "summon the box before you begin and prep up. First douse yourself with the flame resistant potion, it won't give you a defense against the dragon's flames, nothing is that strong, but it should be enough to buy you a few extra seconds, and that can be the difference between life and death. Now the bravery potion is kind of like a pick me up, only drink it if you are feeling so scared you can't move, otherwise you'll get overconfident and do something stupid. Like try and face the thing empty handed."

"And the draught?" Harry whispered.

"A last ditch resort, it's my ace in the hole. Dragon tamers use sleeping potions to tame dragons, the draught I'm giving you is strong enough to put the dragon to sleep indefinitely, heck it would take a potions master of Snape's caliber to produce a proper antidote. So be careful, it's the smallest bottle there, but also the most dangerous."

"Wait," Hermione groaned, "I've heard about the draught, it's supposed to be one of the most complicated potions out there!"

Percy nodded, "yeah, but I'm kind of prodigy when it comes to potions, in case you didn't know."

Hermione blushed while Harry and Susan chuckled. 

After forcing a plate full of eggs down Harry's throat Percy left him in the capable hands of Hermione and Susan, with instructions to force him to eat even if he doesn't want too. Judging from the gleam in the girl's eyes and the sense of horror in Harry's Percy made the right call.

When he returned to his table when he spotted Fleur alone sitting in one corner of the Hufflepuff table looking over a book.

She looked bad, bags under her eyes, they were also red, she looked exhausted. Growing worried Percy decided to man up and walked over to her, "morning."

Fleur didn't even look up, "go away, I don't wizh to zee you..".

Percy sat down, completely ignoring her request, "did you eat?"

Fleur stopped reading and sigh, "no."

"Did you sleep?"

"Iz it really any of your buzinezz what I do?" she spat back.

"No, I suppose not," Percy sighed, he quickly grabbed a plate and filled it with food. He then tapped Fleur's shoulder, but she didn't bother looking up from her notes. Percy rolled his eyes and cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Get your 'andz off me!" she snapped.

"Than eat," Percy put the plate in front of her, "if you even have the slightest chance of getting past this thing you need to eat. Got that?"

Fleur frowned, "I need to get back to my ztudiez."

"No, you need to eat," Percy grabbed a fork full of eggs and grabbed her by the chin again. He made her look at him, "don't make me spoon feed you."

Fleur glared, "I'm not a baby," she tried to break free out of Percy's grip but failed.

"Then stop acting like one. You hate me, I get that, I understand. But if you're going to commit suicide just because of that then you're stupider than I thought. You don't even have the strength to break out of my grip, who hopes you have of facing a dragon?"

Fleur glared, Percy tossed the fork on the plate and stepped back, glaring right back. Fleur broke first, she glared, but began to eat, munching down her food.

"Carefull, eat too much at once and you might-"

"Cough!" Fleur checked.

"Chock," Percy gave her a glass of water which she downed quickly. Kelly on the other hand was laughing her ass off, much to Fleur anger.

"If you 'ave zaid your piece t'en leave."

"Fine...make sure you get some sleep, you'll be a walking corpse otherwise," Percy then took out the wooden box he made for her, "here, for you."

Fleur glazed hateful at box shoving it to the side, "you think petty gifts can make up for what you did to me?"

"Oh for the love of the Gods!" Percy slammed his fist into the table creating a fist size impression in the wood. Fleur jumped up as the rest of the hall turned to see what the commotion was about, "what exactly have I done to make you angry at me?!"

"You know what!" Fleur yelled back in french.

"No, I don't!" Percy hissed, "is it so wrong that I got drunk one night and did something I had no control over?! Huh?! Are you going to blame me for that?!"

"And I suppose it's just a coincidence that the women you slept with were all veela?! Even that toy you carry around is a veela!" Fleur spat glaring at Kelly, who glared right back.

"Yes it is! My aunt's a fan of the Bulgarian team, what did you expect the cheerleaders to be? Harpy's?!"

"So you didn't start talking to me because I'm a veela?! You didn't say all those things because you weren't trying to bed me?!"

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