Percival Harman

Percival Harman
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Gender	Male
Nicknames	Percy
Born	11 January 1906
Died
Family	The Harman Family
Bloodtype	Pureblood
Social Class	TBD
Hogwarts House	Hufflepuff
Graduation Year	Class of 1924
Occupation	Student
Residence	Whitby, England
Wand	Ash Wood, Dragon Heartstring Core, 9 ½ Inches, Sturdy
Patronus	TBD
Parents
Siblings
Significant Other
Children
Friends	Testing
Status	Alive

History

Percival “Percy” Harman was born in 1906 to Jonathan Harman, a stern but fair wizard, and Edith (née Spellbody) Harman, a gentle-hearted witch with a love for folklore and magical creatures. Among their children, Percy was one of the youngest, born alongside his twin sister, Penny. The two shared the unique closeness of twins, though their personalities often ran in different directions. Percy brimmed with restless energy and a thirst for adventure, while Penny tended to be cautious, her bravery surfacing only when Percy’s excitement pulled her into his schemes.

From an early age, Percy displayed the boldness that reminded many of his elder sister Esmerelda, who had a reputation in the family for chasing excitement wherever it could be found. While his older siblings had already begun carving their own paths in life, Percy often found himself caught between wanting to prove his courage and yearning for a sense of belonging. He was fiercely loyal to his friends and quick to leap into trouble if it meant protecting someone he cared about.

Now, in the year 1920, Percy is fourteen, standing at the threshold between boyhood and the confusing, exhilarating world of adolescence. Hogwarts had become both a sanctuary and a challenge for him. The castle’s endless mysteries thrilled his adventurous spirit, yet it was within its walls that Percy began wrestling with feelings he did not fully understand. He had always admired the courage and strength of his male friends, but lately, he had noticed his admiration straying into softer, more lingering thoughts—feelings that stirred whenever a hand brushed against his or a smile lingered too long.

The world outside was harsh, shaped by the aftermath of the Great War and the rigid expectations of family legacy. Percy understood instinctively that the attraction he felt toward other boys was something rarely spoken of, perhaps even something dangerous to reveal. Yet, instead of frightening him into silence, it awakened in him the same bravery he had shown on countless childhood adventures. He did not yet have the words for who he was becoming, but he knew that his heart was tugging him toward a truth as uncharted as any treasure hunt he had ever imagined.

For now, Percy carried that truth quietly, tucked away behind his easy grin and fearless spirit. He still dreamed of daring escapades with Penny at his side, still stood ready to defend a friend at a moment’s notice, but deep within, he had begun another kind of journey—one not of chasing mysteries through forbidden corridors, but of discovering himself.