Percy Jackson, Sky bearer

Chapter 13

The next few days the castle was abuzz with rumors of Sirius Black and how he got into Hogwarts with the dementors patrolling around. Naturally Percy ignored all of the bullshit and instead got on with his life, he was focusing on his academics and influences more than ever and it was starting to pay off. The first quidditch match against Gryffindor was also coming closer, but with the worsening weather and Draco's injury, the Slytherin team was beginning to think that it was better if they didn't play.

"Let them suffer in the rain and play with the 'Puffs, I do not fancy playing a game out in that kind of weather." Adrian Pucey grumbled, a tall brown haired fourth year chaser who Percy quite liked. He didn't, however, like this talk of backing out.

"Well.." Percy mused with a mischievous glance about him, "I might have an idea about the rain issue.." He was of course thinking of a way to utilize his godly powers so that his teammates won't be bothered by the rain, without becoming distracted from the game itself or, most importantly, reveal anything unusual, play it like he was simply an extremely gifted young wizard (which he was). Perhaps he could attempt to pray to Poseidon and ask if he could make the rain not touch Percy's team? Or perhaps Zeus, so none of them got stuck down with immense galvanic ionization. No, the only favor he needed from the king of the gods was not getting killed. His father was after all the god of storms, he should do fine. But he didn't want to go crying to daddy for help, he was going to see if he could manage on his own. The only way to see if using his powers would help was to practice daily, and practice he did. Vehemently and tirelessly, with the stubbornness only children (which he was not) or heroes possessed.

To test his theories, Percy set out with his lab rat. Dragging Draco along with him, the son of Poseidon went towards the courtyard when it was heavily raining and tried to use his powers to make sure his blonde friend was untouched by the rain or raging winds. At first, Draco was reluctant and indignant about getting his hair and clothes wet but Percy assured him that he got something up his sleeves that will surely get Slytherin in first place for the upcoming quidditch match (and when that wasn't enough the icy glare the son of the seas gave him proved effective).

After setting up a powerful privacy charm that would make sure people didn't see or hear what they were up to (people would be very confused on why two Slytherins were standing out in the heavy and cold as fuck rain like a bunch of idiots), Percy closed his eyes and focused on the water surrounding him, on the rain that pounded on the courtyard's stone floor. He felt a churning in his gut, not unpleasant. Soon, as the son of Poseidon opened his eyes, he realized everything but the weather seemed distant, all other sounds and sensations muted except for his own breathing and the humming of the power in the air that surrounded him. The rain and the sound of the howling winds seemed clearer to him, mixing together to make a tune only he could listen to. He was the musician, the maestro and the audience all at once, creating a beautiful and deadly tune.

Turning to Draco who was soaked through his bones (unlike Percy who was enjoying the perks of being the son of a god who controlled water) and was staring at him with a glare and an expectant expression, barely able to contain shivers. Percy smirked slightly. He couldn't help but feel this was a little deserved. Pushing all thoughts aside, the sharp edges of his face contorted into stubborn concentration as he tried to form a sort of shield around Draco, a barrier bent out of his will. C'mon Percy, he scolded himself. Aren't you the powerful demigod slash wizard they think you are? He pushed all doubts away, for doubts had no place here, and convinced himself that Draco was untouchable. After a few long seconds the dark haired boy felt something stirring and noticed that the rain was still pounding on harder than ever, almost as if his vehemence fueled it. No, he understood, I don't give it power, I am the storm, its strength is my own. With that realization, Percy became untouchable, and Draco dry and warm, out of the storm's reach.