Not gonna lie, he was offended…
It was his birthday, he and his one friend had a tradition, and the arsehole didn’t show!
It’s bad enough he hasn’t talked to him on over a month, he get’s it, sometimes he gets stuck with a case. He didn’t even let him know he wouldn’t be able to make it. The little twat, well.. tall wanker? He is rather tall, obnoxiously so, and technically he is very smart. But still, he is an arsehole and an inconsiderate friend!
Harry didn’t have many friends, he had one! And the twat didn’t show to their traditional birthday celebration that he created. He really hope he is over reacting and it’s Percy being a jackass, the alternative is not something he wants to dwell on. After all he knows what it means to him, and he promised never to miss it with out a good enough reason!
He decided to give the little arsehole a piece of his mind, for the past moth he tried floo calling him, sending owls, and even nocked on the door of his home but nothing. Had he not seen him in the news articles closing cases he would have worried. He decided that if Percival Graves wants to be an inconsiderate arsehole and cut ties with him Harry is going to make a scene! Then he is going to pack his shop and move to South America!
Well.. maybe… maybe not, he doesn’t really feel like dealing with the perchament work.. but he is going to do something!
When Harry first landed in this time, he had no idea what was going on, he was in the ministry fighting death eaters one moment, the next he was in New York, and it was 1920. To say he was confused would be an understatement. He remembered little about the past century, unfortunately everything he knew was on the muggle end of things, he is still trying to figure things out with the magicals.
Apparently something about his magical signature alerted someone because suddenly he was surrounded by aurors. He is not really sure how it happened but his confusion was clear to see, and considering the state of his dress and the open wound from his head they thought he was attacked, and took him to the hospital. They tried asking him questions, and ran tests. The best they can figure is that he has amnesia due to spell damage. When they tried identifying him, they couldn’t find a trace of him anywhere. He decided to go as Harry Evans so he wouldn’t get anyone’s attention as he tries to figure himself out.
The nice thing is that unlike the British wixen, the Americans wixen give a crap about children in their care so he was sent to Ilvermmorny to finish his schooling, and it was covered by the state. Unlike Hogwarts their school allowed students to stay during the summer and had a summer job program. Though in Harry’s case it was also summer studies program because his knowledge was all over the place. It was a good thing he was able to have 3 years to get on his feet, save money and recourses to figure himself out.
He found a cheat to earning money, he was a specialist in reconstruction, mending, and fixing anything you put in front of him. It was mostly due to the Dursley forcing him to survive over nothing that he developed this obsession to never let things go to waist that he focused his studies on making sure that everything he has will survive. Anyway, he ended up opening a shop for reconstruction, and became an expert in his field. Something he was very proud of.
Harry didn’t have friends, it hurt to much, but one of the aurors that found him always kept a close watch, according to him he recognized a kindred spirit. He would often visit, be it at school or when Harry opened his shop at least once a month. It was nice, having an adult that cared, then one day he asked Harry about what his big plans for his birthday are only for the teen to look at him confused and ask, ‘with whom?’
Percival was horrified that nearly a year at school and he didn’t make a single friend, so he forced him to go with him for a birthday brunch, said that on your birthday you get to start your day late. He decided to do the same for him and showed in the mans desk on his birthday as a surprise. It was nice, and they haven’t missed a birthday in the last 5 years, until today…
This was supposed to be his friend, his only friend, he created this damn tradition!!!
When he walked to the wankers' floor he was too hurt to care, and just politely asked Queeny if he was there, for some reason some of the aurors were eyeing him.
Then mister tall, dark and arsehole walked right passed him as if he was nothing. Who does he think he is?!?
6 years of friendship and he doesn’t even acknowledge him?
He walked right up to the twat and tried talking to him, he was hurt, and he was going to make it Graves’s problem. The twat had the nerve to turn to him and ask him in a condescending tone, ‘can I help you?’
‘Yes, you can tell me what your problem is?’
The twat looked at him like he is an idiot, ‘Currently, you… what is it you needed?’
‘Seriously, that’s what you have to say?’ You haven’t responded to anything, ignored me on my birthday, and now acting like I’m the problem?
‘What else is there? Again, what do you need before I have you arrested.’ What the hell? Even jokingly Percy would never abuse his power. This doesn’t add up. He needed to check something…
‘The reconstruction on Rosco, you never came back to me, and I had your personal guaranty…’ Moody might have been an annoying prick, but he had some safe habits…
The blond pretended to look annoyed, but Harry could tell he was thinking what to tell him, which was a big enough hint to know that whoever was in front of him was not Percival Graves. Before anyone could blink Harry had the fake disarmed, tied, and unconscious. ‘ I don’t know who that man is, but he is not Auror Graves. Which one of you idiots can get me someone competent that can differentiate between a war decorated veteran auror, and someone who is obviously a fake.’
There was a lot of shouting, back and forth and butthurt arseholes who thought they mattered to him. He raised parcel shields with the wand he just disarmed with, which felt right and cold at the same time. Eventually a women came; said she knew Percy since school she could tell.
‘You the one that bullied him into the duck jersey back in school?’ he asked her, after this test, he needed to make sure she was right person, and the arsehole did tell him about Picquery.
‘I didn’t bully, he lost a bet, and it was a frog.’ She looked at him knowingly
‘Good, I’m going to wake him, and you will confirm with a couple of questions.’ She agreed. Safe to say mister fake did not pass any of her ridicules questions, and she was very close to curse him herself.
At that point the twat was taken to custody, and Harry might have forgot to remove the chains who are parcel magic and would squeeze tighter every time he tries to get out. If he added a few more enchantments nobody said anything.
After quite a lot of tracking spells he found the arsehole locked in a trunk, in his own basement. They took him to the hospital and Harry stayed beside his bed, so when he was finally awake he could yell at the idiot.
When Picquery was done with her terrible day of discovering the Grindelwald was pretending to be her head auror, and the only one to notice was a kid he took under his wing was a huge blow. They were friends for 40 years and she somehow missed all the signs. The kid was a scared anti social kanizel and it took him 20 seconds of conversation to tell the difference. He also managed to disarm the dark lord, place chains that none of her people were able to remove, and held the entire DMLE department at bay until she came and de-escalated the situation. She knows Percy always spoke highly of the brat, but it was odd seeing him in action.
When she came to visit her friend, Picquery hoped he would still agree to acknowledge their friendship after how much she messed up, but she also knew that what she wants doesn’t matter at the end of the day. She walked in to see the kid sleeping in the most uncomfortable chair, and Percy laying in bed reading.
‘So… how has it been… meeting knew people’ he asked her instead of a hello. She deserved it.
‘So, it seems, though apparently they are so unremarkable they just blend with the background.’ She hoped the jab amused him, but she didn’t held her hopes up. They kept this back and worth for a few more minutes. Until she decided to own up to her idiocy. “I’m sorry… I should have known…”
He took a deep breath and looked at her unflinching, “you should have, and when the kid wakes up he would yell at you just how thoroughly you massed up. Luckily it means that I don’t have to.” She flinched at that, Percy was amused, “I’m guessing he had a chance to yell at someone without me there to witness?”
She sniggered at that, “yep, cussed out our entire auror department, went in to great detail at their incompetence, and the need for constant vigilance. He actually made you look like a snuggly kitten with how he raged at everyone’s idiocy. Then he turned on Queeny and told her that she is an adult, and better learn control or she would face his wrath on a daily basis until she put on her big girl pants, and rain in her powers.” She might have saved that memory for rainy days.
“Just wait until he gets to Grindelwald, as soon as I woke, he started reaming me for falling for the Austrian dropout, and how he is going to take my old ass back to school and work me until he knows I won’t let a school girl rub me for all my lunch money.” He was laughing, but he looked like he knew this was going to happen weather he liked it or not.
“Well, at least you would be around to be yelled at by an angry gremlin…” she said quietly… “wait, how does he know about Grindelwald? That isn’t common knowledge…”
“He sometimes knows random things that nobody else should, finds people and places nobody else can. Remember that religious lady with the abused magical kid, Credance, that was his doing… I think it’s part of why he keeps his distance from everyone if you catch my drift…” so a possible seer, with unknown range, great. No wonder he kept his mouth shut about his identity and abilities, and even less of a surprise the Graves kept close, he said the Evans often looked afraid and uncomfortable. The kid being brutally attacked at 15 suddenly made a hell of a lot more sense.
“It doesn’t matter… he is a good friend to have regardless, probably best cook I’ve met. And considering he doesn’t trust me on my own for a while it means I’m going to enjoy his cooking.” Percy seemed very pleased about that, perhaps she needs to find a way to be invited. The tall snub always been a picky eater. They set there a little longer, talking about nothing. Percy hasn’t forgiven her, but that’s ok, he hasn’t turned her away either. Unfortunately, the short brunette woke up and started reeling her a new one, it was vicious, long, and well earned. It did help that her old friend enjoyed every moment of it. Though somewhat insulting to have a gremlin over 30 years your junior talk to you like you are back in first year, and you were caught outside past curfew. She is the president of the MCUSA for Isolt sake.