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Harrison sighed as he sat in Divination, this class was one of the most boring and unnecessary classes he’d ever taken. He sure was sick of looking into a cup of tea leaves, there was nothing to predict.
He wasn’t gifted in the art of foresight, and it was very clear from the way the leaves in his cup didn’t even budge.
“You have to relax and focus on the sensations; not imagery.” Harrison heard Draco say in an ecstatic tone. “Easy for you to say, you’re a Veela and a Malfoy.” Harrison hissed at the boy.
“Not only are Malfoys incredibly gifted in divination but nearly all seers come from Malfoy blood,” Harrison said as he poked Draco’s forehead. Draco simply smothered a laugh.
Batting Harrison’s hand away, he fixes his hair as he calms himself down.
“What does any of that have to do with me being a Veela?” Draco asked amused. “Even if you didn’t see anything, people will be compelled to believe you,” Harrison muttered angrily as he looked at the tea leaves again before he sighed.
“Now class! I have given you ample time to consider what you’ve seen. Who wants to share?” The Melodic voice of Professor Faulkner said as he traveled around the classroom.
“Ah Mr. Malfoy, what do you have to share?”
Draco cleared his throat slightly, “My leaves showed me a comet and a crow. Which is a message for telling greater events that are to come.”
Draco practically smirked when Faulkner nodded, the man practically was on cloud nine with how ecstatic he was that one of his students had the gift.
Faulkner tilted his head, “Excellent! While I have a different opinion of the meaning it is simply because divination is an art about self. As a seer, I can read someone but it may not be as accurate as you read yourself.”
He lectured his students about their interpretations. “Mr. Peverell what did you see?” he asked curiously.
“I didn’t see anything,” Harrison admitted. Faulkner simply nodded, “How about I give your cup a try?” he requested. “If you wish so,” Harrison expressed as he handed the cup over.
Faulkner held the delicate China in his finger, letting the leaves swirl to create an image. While he engrossed himself in the reading of the leaves, Harrison grumbled as a piece of parchment hit his head.
“I- I see them grim child,” Faulkner croaked out the whispered words and he knelt near Harrison, “The grim is an..” Harrison watched as he took a deep breath and refocused his thoughts. “It’s an omen of death.” His voice was low and it held a tone of confusion.
Harrison tilted his head as he pondered the words, “Thank you.” he nodded showing he understood the words spoken to him. The man was concerned, why wouldn’t he be?
The Grim meant death was coming soon.
—•☆•—
Harrison noticed at lunch that all the professors seemed to be staring at him, he chalked it up to Faulkner being startled and telling the rest of the staff. Harrison wasn’t bothered in the slightest, he was used to people staring at him.
A lifetime of being pushed, shoved, and used by others. It was a lifetime of being only seen by an event and not for who he was.
‘The boy who lived..’ Harrison thought dryly, ‘more like the boy who survived.’
“Harrison, why are the professors staring at you?” Harrissa questioned, her eyes glancing back and forth between him and the high table. Harrison sighed as his eyes drifted to the high table as well. Sure enough, all the professors were making sly glances his way.
“I've been marked by the grim.” Harrison drawled slowly as he looked at her with a tired expression. Harrissa rolled her eyes at his dramatics before she commanded him to start eating his food.
“And then, the mud-blood dared to say I’m arrogant and uptight! I mean it’s true but I feel like people of lower status shouldn’t point out my flaws!” Harrison raised an eyebrow as he heard a voice, Draco no doubt, complaining.
His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Draco sit next to Harrissa hauling Ron behind him. Harrison sighed as he felt the stares of the professors on him once more. Instead of focusing on the pointless and worried stares, he tried to eat the food that Harrissa put on his plate.
However, he retreated to his mind, to escape from it all. He wanted reality to fade away and disappear. Maybe if it was all gone, he didn’t have to sit here and be pitied.
“Risson?” His sisters’ voice called out to him. His eyes pivoted to her and her worried gaze. “Professor Slughorn is speaking to you.”. Harrison frowned as he looked at the man, “Yes, thank you Miss. Peverell. As I was stating, Mr. Peverell, the headmaster, requests your presence after dinner.” The man said with a tight smile.
Harrison blinked at the man, “Of course professor, will you be there?” Harrison inquired. “I’m sure it’s in the handbook that if requested, a head of house can be present when in the presence of the headmaster.”
He twirled his wand between his fingers, the graceful sway of his hand catching the professor's eye. Harrison looked concerned as he seemed to slow his actions to a halt.
Slughorn paused, he seemed to hesitate, “I will see what I can do Harrison,” his voice softened as he set a comforting hand on the boys’ shoulder. Harrison smirked as the professor turned away from him to head back to the high table.
Regret will come soon.
—•☆•—
The rest of the day went by leisurely, nothing eventful or special happened. At least he didn't have to ride a hippogriff or fight a battle in the Department of Mysteries.
By the time dinner came around Harrison had forgotten about the meeting with Headmaster Dippet. Fortunately, Harrissa always made a note of important dates, events, and details.
“Speak less, listen more,” Harrissa told him just before Professor Slughorn was to escort him to the headmaster's office.
“Mr. Peverell, are you ready?” The older man asked as he walked into the common room.
“Yes sir,”
“Splendid!”
Harrison hummed slightly as they made their way around the corridors.
“Mr. Peverell–”
“Harrison sir,” he muttered as he kicked a stone across the floor.
“Harrison, are you the least bit concerned? Do you know what the Grim re—” Slughorn said in a controlled tone before Harrison cut him off.
“I do, I know what it means.” Harrison firmly effectively ended the conversation, with Slughorn pressing his lips into a thin smile.
Harrison honestly could care less what the professor thought of him. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude, but he found questioning him about something he'd discuss shortly irrelevant.
The silence between them felt awkward, Harrison felt a pang of guilt in his chest but he pushed it down as they reached the gargoyle statues. Harrison’s face went blank as he was led up the stairs to the office.
‘It’s not cluttered and messy like Dumbledore’s’ Harrison thought as he sat across from the headmaster. The silence between the four was quite heavy and cumbrous.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, “Horace why don’t you take your leave? Surely you need to attend to your other students.” Dumbledore said in a giddy tone as he gestured towards the office door. Horace shook his head, taking a seat near Harrison.
“Mr. Peverell has asked me, as his head of house, to be present at this moment.”
“I see n—” Dumbledore started speaking before he was cut off.
“Which is understandable, you’re allowed to stay.” Headmaster Dippet claimed, waving his hand in dismissal at Dumbledore. “Mr. Peverell I do have a few matters to discuss with you including your..omen.”
Harrison nodded his head, “Yes sir.”
Clearing his throat the headmaster continued, “You and your sister did appear out of thin air, to which I have to question if you have a place to stay during the summer holidays?”
Harrison gritted his teeth as he downcasted his eyes, “No sir, we do not.” he said through clenched teeth. “I was hoping to get permission to go to Gringotts before Samhain. I need to see which properties we can inhabit.”
“Granted, if you cannot access one of your family’s properties, I can make arrangements for you.” Dippet accepted, he wrote this down as well.
“Greatly appreciated headmaster,” Harrison said with a small smile before his face fell blank once more.
“My only request is for you to allow Horace here to visit your home every 2 weeks to check on you and Miss. Peverell” Dipper recommended.
“Of course, as long as Professor Slughorn doesn't mind it,” Harrison replied.
“Nonsense, I'm happy to assist all my Slyhtherins!” Slughorn said in a cheerful tone.
Dippet nodded and made a note of the arrangements.
“Now while I was looking over you and your sister’s magical education files, there were no records of either of you attending a magical school before, where did you receive them?” Dippet said as he pushed said files toward the young boy who didn’t even touch them.
“We were homeschooled,” Harrison said plainly.
“By who?” Dumbledore pressed as he eyed the ring on Harrison’s finger.
“Our fathers,” Harrison claimed as he looked at the man with a confused expression. “I fail to see how that was relevant?”
“Indulge my curiosities once more than, who are your…'fathers' and where are they currently,” Dumbledore said itching to take a better look at that symbol on the boy’s hand.
“That is completely inappropriate Albus. Who Miss and Mr. Peverell’s parents are is none of your concern.” Horace hissed at the man, his hand leaning against the headmaster’s desk.
“I don’t mind professor,” Harrison muttered slowly. “My father was Remus Jonathan Peverell while my dad was Sirius Orion Peverell. They’re dead.” Harrison explained in a soft voice.
Hoarce’s eyes widened, “I think Mr. Peverell needs to be taken back to his dorm now.” Horace exclaimed to Dippet. “I don’t understand why you let Albus go into that line of questioning, it was inappropriate and vulgar.”
“I agree, I will handle Albus at a later date. Mr. Peverell one more question before you’re dismissed, do you know why you have the omen of the Grim?” The headmaster asked, his voice steady and calm.
“Twas my dad's animagus form..” Harrison mumbled lowly, “My family has been affiliated with death for centuries.”
Dippet nodded as he made a note of what was said, “Normally we wouldn’t take omens seriously to dictate the future, but those who’ve had the mark of the Grim have fallen in death’s hands sooner or later.”
Harrison simply nodded, “May I be excused?”
“You may, Horace, please escort Mr.Peverell back to the Slytherin dorms.”
Harrison walked out of the office, his mind swirling with different thoughts. Dumbledore sure was pushy, and the way he eyed his hand from the moment he walked into the office.
He wanted something from the Peverell Family, and Harrison would be damned if he got it.
—•☆•—
Walking into the common room, Harrison let his eyes trail over everyone. His eyes met Harrissa as he made his way over to her.
“Evening Greengrass.” Harrison spoke out, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. “Evening Peverell, but seeing are we are acquaintances, I’d be pleased if you called me Arabella.”
Harrison raised an eyebrow, “I concede the same to you. However, I do need to steal my sister if you do not mind?”
“Of course not, we can continue our conversation later, Harrissa.” Gree- no Arabella whispered to Harrissa, her hand lingering on the girl’s shoulder for just a moment longer.
Harrison and Harrissa walked up to his dorm room. “How was the meeting?”
“Exhausting, Dumbledore has this weird fascination with our family and finding out everything he can about us,” Harrison responded as he collapsed onto his bed.
“Just like old times eh?” Harrissa joked as she sat next to him on the bed. Harrison groaned at the mention of their past before he spoke up once more.
“He asked about our education, I told him we were homeschooled by our parents,” Harrison stated.
“So who did you claim to be our parents?” Harrissa prodded with a tilt of her head.
“Pads and Moony,” breathed as he looked at his hand, had he always been so pale?
It was a trait he shared with Sirius, his pale skin. Harrison didn’t notice his breathing had picked up until he felt warm hands on his.
His eyes snapped up to Harrissa, relaxing as he saw her soft smile. He took note of her features and why he loved her. She was just like Remus, with their darker complexions. Her love of reading also supported the factor she was just like him.
“Do you have the documents to back that claim up?” She prodded as she held his hands in her lap.
“I will, Headmaster Dippet is allowing us to go to Gringotts to find a place to stay over the summer,” Harrison confessed.
“Why would he allow that?” Harrissa asked.
“He’s only allowing it because Professor Slughorn promised to make regular visits to us during the summer,” Harrison told her and shrugged,
“That makes sense, we’re two orphans who come from an influential family.” Harrissa said as she nodded her head along with the decision, “It would be irresponsible to leave us to our own endeavors.”
“I was thinking that we can maybe invite Ron and Draco to stay with us during the summer as well?” Harrison suggested.
“We can, although I’m sure what the Malfoy's will say, however, if they're smart, they’ll let Draco continue to build his ‘connections.’”
Harrison nodded as he laid back in her bed, he was starting to doze off before Harrissa pinched his nose.
“You need to shower before you decide to sleep little brother,” Harrissa said as she poked his forehead.
“Little brother, we’re only 4 minutes apart,” Harrison mumbled as he stormed his way to his bathroom.
“I CAN HEAR YOU, I’LL GET YOU BACK DON’T WORRY!” He heard Harrissa yell as the door to the dorm slammed shut.
“She’s going to fuck me over isn’t she?”