Percy was given the task of gardening the gnomes, oh how he hated the task. He'd rather just stay in his room, open his favourite book of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, reading his favourite one, The Warlock's Hairy Heart, a simple story about the dangers of greed and pride.

It's about a handsome, rich, young warlock who used Dark Magic to stop himself from ever falling in love with anyone because he thinks falling in love is a weakness. Because of this, he believed he was the perfect warlock and was upset when he overheard his two servants talking about him; one was pitying him, whilst the other was ridiculing him for not having a wife yet. So, he decides to find a beautiful, wealthy, young witch so he will be envied by all. He found such witch; though the Witch was both fascinated and repelled by the Warlock, he persuades her and her family to have dinner in his castle.

The Warlock attempts to flatter the young Witch using words he stole from a poet. The Witch retorts that she would only believe such lovely words if she thought he had a heart. To prove to her that he does, the Warlock takes her to the dungeon of his castle and shows her a magical crystal casket, which inside lies his own beating heart he'd taken away earlier to stop himself from falling in love. Because the heart had been parted from its body for so long, it had become shrivelled and covered in black hair. The Witch asks the Warlock to put his heart back inside his chest, which he does.

The Witch was so pleased that she runs forwards and embraces him. However, the heart had been consumed by the Dark Magic used to remove it, and had degenerated into a savage, bestial state, driving the Warlock to lust for a true human heart, and the closest there was had been the Witch's. He tears out the Witch's heart to replace his own, but his heart is too strong and does not allow him to use magic. Not wanting to be mastered by his heart, he cut his heart out. Before he could replace his heart with the Witch's heart, he died across the Witch's dead body with one heart in each hand.

Percy loves that story, it's his favourite one. He gets why the story was regarded as 'too dark' for many, but not for him. For him, the story is perfect. For his brilliant five-year-old mind, no story is 'too mature'.

"Percy!" His eight-year-old brother, Charlie, yelled at him from the window. Percy groaned, turning to face his brother to see him carrying one-year-old Ron.

"What?"

"Better start gnoming!" Charlie grinned. Percy groaned again, grabbed a gnome beside him by the head, and swing! This part he always likes, watching as the gnome drops beyond the house fence, struggling to come back up. Luckily, there aren't that many gnomes yet, five. Bill usually does this, but he's currently babysitting his three-year-old twin brothers, and Charlie is babysitting his other brother, and his mother is giving birth to his baby sister. When will this madness end, honestly? Doesn't she realise that she had too many children already? No one else had six children!

"Lucky last!" Percy mumbled to himself as he staggered towards the last and furthest gnome, nearest to the fence. Lazily, Percy bent down to grab it from its hair, about to throw it off, when he stopped moving. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted a fat brown rat, nothing special or so it seems. Rats aren't peculiar seeings in this household, Percy quite often finds a few in the kitchen. But somehow, this one felt different. Percy immediately grabbed the gnome by the hair and throw it away, intending to finish the job, before he picks up the rat.

The rat is missing a toe, so it seems. It's ok, he wanted a friend to talk to. A true friend. Bill and Charlie don't understand him, Bill and Charlie don't listen to him, Bill and Charlie don't let him recite stories or facts or anything, Bill and Charlie don't let him befriend them, and Molly and Arthur are too busy with the babies to listen to Percy's stories or facts. Percy had no one to talk to, until now.

"Will you be my friend, Dear Rat?" Percy asked, patting its mousy brown fur. The rat squeaked and ran around excitedly on his cupped hands. "But first, you need a name! Are you a girl?"

At Percy's question, the rat seemed to stay still, and Percy took it as a 'no'. "Ok, are you a boy?"

At Percy's question, the rat seemed to run around on his hand, and Percy takes it as a 'yes' before the rat stands on Percy's hand. "Smart one, aren't you? Ok, stay still if your answer is 'no', run around if your answer is 'yes'. Can you do that for me?"

The rat runs around again on Percy's hand, and Percy giggled. The rat is so cute! "Are you a full rat?"

The rat ran again, making Percy giggle again. "If so, how can you be so clever? Are you part-kneazle, somehow?"

The rat stopped for a bit, but it ran again. Percy nodded, he'll have to ask his parents if it's possible to interbreed a kneazle with a rat. Aren't kneazles related to cats and not rats? "Who's your owner? Do you have an owner?"

The rat became so still on his hand, if it weren't for his very fast heartbeat, he thought he's dead. "You don't have an owner. Well, would you like an owner, then?"

The rat ran around so excitably on his hand that Percy can't help but laugh. "Alright! I'll be your owner. But first, you need a name. What about Kiko?"

Still.

"Err, Puma?"

"Help me out, here! Scabbers?"