A Demigod In The World Of Magic

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Percy had convinced Fred and George to smuggle in two capes for him from Hogsmeade.

Normally, the twins would charge a hefty fee for such a favor, but this time, they had little choice in the matter.

Percy had bested them in a bet by achieving what no one thought possible: becoming the Triwizard Champion.

Percy had explicitly requested the capes in blue or black, something subdued and dignified. But Fred and George, true to their mischievous nature, couldn't resist one last prank.

The capes they procured were Gryffindor red and gold, bold and brash. Percy was livid, but the twins simply grinned and refused to exchange them.

Begrudgingly, and unwilling to make the long journey to Hogsmeade himself, Percy relented. He would make do.

The first step was carving control runes into the stems of jet-black feathers. These would be linked to the cape, a delicate and precise task.

Percy then carefully stitched the feathers into the gold fabric, etching runes from the stem of each feather to the collar.

This rune network would allow the wearer to control the feathers with mere thoughts, a seamless integration of magic and design.

It took him a full week to perfect the process. Every spare moment was spent poring over runic diagrams, drafting and redrafting designs.

Even during class, Percy found himself absorbed in his notes, narrowly avoiding being caught by his professors. Being the Triwizard Champion afforded him some leniency, but he knew better than to push his luck too far.

That weekend, Percy locked himself away, dedicating every waking hour to his work. He wasn't in the mood for company or idle chatter, especially from those questioning his worthiness as Hogwarts' champion.

The whispers about him being "unfit" or "not British enough" were impossible to ignore.

When hunger forced him out of the forest and into the castle, the stares were relentless. Conversations dropped to hushed murmurs, though he could still catch fragments of disdainful remarks.

His friends urged him to let it go, but Percy couldn't. Something had to be done. He needed to prove himself, to silence the doubters.

But Percy wasn't one for elaborate schemes or subtle manipulation. His strength lay in directness, and that would be his approach.

On Monday morning, Percy strode confidently into the Great Hall. The room fell into a tense silence as heads turned to watch him. Whispers spread like wildfire, most laced with envy or outright hostility.

With a small smile, Percy raised his wand and cast a Sonorus charm. His voice rang out, clear and commanding.

"May I have your attention, please!"

The chatter died instantly. Dozens of eyes bore into him, some seething with anger, others glinting with curiosity.

Among them, Percy noticed the Hufflepuffs watching with quiet concern. Unlike the others, they didn't seem to care about his origins or his place in the tournament.

In that moment, Percy realized he had chosen the right house.

Percy stepped forward, his voice amplified by the Sonorus charm, resonating throughout the Great Hall. "Now, let's address the giant white elephant in the room," he began, his tone sharp and unapologetic.

"It seems a lot of you have taken Rita Skeeter's words as gospel. That woman—" he hesitated as Professor Sprout gave a pointed cough, raising her eyebrows in warning, "—that journalist seems to think my being American means I'm not good enough to represent Hogwarts."

He paused, letting his words hang in the air before smirking. "But here's the thing… If I'm not good enough, then what does that make the rest of you? idiots…?"

A collective gasp echoed through the hall. Eyes widened in shock, and whispers broke out like ripples on a pond.

Percy's blunt insult had landed with precision. The Slytherins glared daggers at him, the Gryffindors flushed with embarrassment, and the Ravenclaws wore carefully neutral expressions, though their irritation was clear.

Percy let out a laugh, cool and defiant. "What? Were you expecting me to grovel? To beg for forgiveness and plead for a chance to prove myself? Get real." His grin widened as he surveyed the room.

"I didn't bribe the Goblet. It chose me over all of you. So if I'm terrible, what does that say about you? Face it—if you're mad, it's not because I'm American. You're just jealous. And if you don't have the guts to admit that, well, that's probably why I'm the champion and not any of you."

With that, Percy dismissed the Sonorus charm and walked calmly to the Hufflepuff table. The stunned silence followed him, but he ignored it, settling into a seat between Gordon and Heather. He began piling food onto his plate, unbothered by the lingering stares.

"What?" he asked finally, looking up at his housemates.

Gordon cracked a grin. "Well, that's one way to handle it."

The table erupted into laughter, the tension breaking. Percy smirked, the warmth of their camaraderie reinforcing what he already knew: he had chosen the right house.

The week dragged on, filled with tedious classes and stolen moments of respite. Percy managed to endure the monotony, dividing his free time between working on his enchanted cape in the forest and spending time with Fleur when their schedules aligned.

On Wednesday morning, Percy joined Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. Between bites of toast, he glanced at Harry. "So, what's going on with Susan?"

Harry shrugged, his tone casual. "Nothing. I just told her to sit with her friends for a change."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Why? Getting tired of her already?"

Harry frowned. "Of course not. I just thought it wasn't fair for her to spend all her time here with us. She's got friends in her own house."

"Did you tell her that?" Percy asked, nodding toward the Hufflepuff table. Susan was stealing nervous glances at Harry, her smile faltering when their eyes met. She gave a tentative wave, which Harry returned with equal awkwardness.

"Wait, why does she look worried?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing.

Hermione sighed, setting her book down with a thud. "Oh, honestly, Harry. She probably thinks you're upset with her."

"What?! That's ridiculous!"

"Not to someone who's head over heels for you, it's not," Percy chuckled, sipping his tea. "She's probably overthinking it—wondering what she did wrong and spiraling into a dozen worst-case scenarios."

"But I didn't mean it like that!" Harry exclaimed, panicking as he glanced at Susan again. She was hunched over, barely engaging with her friends.

"Doesn't matter," Percy replied with a shrug. "What did I say about lovesick idiots? If you want my advice, go apologize and clear the air."

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He shot up from his seat and hurried to the Hufflepuff table. Susan's eyes widened as he approached, her worry evident. But instead of hesitating, Harry sat down beside her and started talking.

It didn't take long for Susan's expression to brighten, and soon she burst into a genuine, hearty laugh. Watching them from afar, Percy smiled to himself.

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